“But I can learn to like other music. Listening to romantic ballads with you would be wonderful.”
“Good. ‘Cause I’m not dancing to AC/DC with you at our wedding.”
“Okay,” laughed Marco. “The fact that you are even talking about a wedding gives me a lot of hope!”
The next day, after a goodbye lunch, Dean threw his bags in his car. Marco hugged him tightly. “I wish you didn’t have to go. Can’t you call in sick tomorrow?”
“No. I’m going to have a lot of work to catch up on as it is. I will see you Friday night.”
“Promise?”
“I promise.”
Dean backed out of the driveway and started down the street. As he looked in his rear-view mirror, he saw Marco standing at the end of the driveway, blowing him a kiss.
* * * *
They talked on the phone every evening that week. On Wednesday, Dean told Marco, “My boss is leaning on me to work Saturday. There’s a project due first thing Monday morning and I don’t know if I can finish it by the end of the day Friday.”