Chapter 20

Half an hour later, after deciding on jeans and a decent shirt, Alan was walking toward the theater from where he’d parked his car. His palms were sweating, his pulse racing. Wiping his hands on his jeans took care of that problem. Nothing could still his pulse, especially when he saw Jim standing in line outside the box office.

“I was afraid you might back out,” Jim said when Alan came closer.

“I didn’t even consider doing that,” Alan replied shyly. “I hope it’s not sold out.”

“From what I kept hearing, when the people in front of me were buying their tickets, most of them are going to the other movie, so we should be good.”

They got their tickets, stopped at the concession stand to get drinks, then went into the theater. As they found seats and settled in, Jim suddenly snapped his fingers. “Do you remember bumping into me, at that theater in the mall, geesh, back in September, I think. It was the week after I saw you at Laterza’s.” He grinned. “Have you been stalking me?”