“You look lonely,” he said, taking my hand in his.
I winked at him. “Maybe next time I go there I’ll have someone who’ll hold my hand and enjoy the scenery with me.”
He looked down at my hand in his, then looked back up into my eyes. He smiled. “I’ve got a hand right here, Sean,” he said.
I gripped said hand firmer in my own, then bent down and kissed him before saying, “Thanks for fixing my air-conditioning.”
He nodded. He grinned. The room seemingly lit up by another hundred watts. But then the grin suddenly and abruptly faltered before flatlining completely. “I have to go,” he unexpectedly coughed out.
My stomach plummeted to my feet, my heart right along with it. “You do?”
He nodded, the frown sagging further south on his handsome face. “Mrs. Jackson’s dishwasher is on the fritz. I promised her I’d be up as quickly as I could to fix it.”