Auctioned

“It is? You are?”

“It is and I am. There’s a Nathan’s just up the block. Can I interest you in a hotdog, Miss Donovan?”

“You can, Mr. D’Angelo. Among other things.”

He came around the desk and held out his hand. I hesitated for a moment, then put my hand in his and let him pull me out of the chair and into his arms. He kissed me softly on the lips as I melted into him.

Maybe things were going to work out after all.

THE END