Chapter 18

“I’d like that a lot,” I say, letting her lead the way towards the foyer. She’s only a step or two ahead of me, and with each swing of my arm, the back of my hand brushes her skirt where it swishes around her hip. I try to hold back, but when I do, Miss Lucille moves ever so slightly in my direction, causing my hand to touch her skirt.

Trying to fill the silence between us, I ask, “What did you have in mind, exactly?”