Before I go stoke the fire and get in my snugglies to stay warm on this cold night, I’d like to give you one more peak at Afterglow. India, the heroine, is a woman of a certain age who is finally divorcing her philandering husband. Mitch is a lot younger. She’s admitted to having a crush on him, but figures he’s not interested. Until this happens
I was nearly too embarrassed to face Mitch. Upending a suture kit had been bad enough, but this”¦ I mean, here we were having a friendly dinner. And here was Red, turning it into something sordid. I did face Mitch though. I owed him an apology.
“That bit about”¦You’re not a boy,” I said.
Mitch smiled. “Nice of you to acknowledge that.”
“And Red Lansing is an idiot. An idiot who jumps to conclusions.” I could feel my face go hot. Mitch grinned at me. “I guess it is kind of funny,” I said.
“I don’t think it’s funny at all.” Mitch took my hand and kissed the place where the cast had been. Which, had I wanted to delude myself, could have been misconstrued as a friendly kiss. The next kiss, though, was a direct hit. On the lips, with feeling, and there was no misconstruing that at all.
Mitch took my chin in his hand. “I’ve wanted to do that ever since you showed up in my ER,” he said.
“I don’t know what to say,” I stuttered out.
“Maybe you should think about it,” Mitch said. “I’ll go home and you can think about it.” He fished his car keys from his pocket and let himself out the door. Halfway down the stairs he stopped and turned. “Don’t think too long,” he said. Then he was gone.
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