trait.
Did she have a greatest
trait? Oh, yeah. That’s why
I’m here, huh? Patience!
Maybe she didn’t come
straight
home because she had
to make a buy on the way.
But when a watch-check says
eight
after five, I decide I’d
better try her cell. Dumped
into voice mail,
something I
hate
under any circumstances.
Just as I’m starting
to feel really pissed, this
great-
looking guy starts up
the stairs. Okay, this is déja
vu-ish. I met my Adam, who
I once believed was my soul
mate,
on a similar staircase. But
this guy goes way beyond
Adam—older, buffer, with
slate
gray eyes that fix on me,
eliciting chills that I can’t