Chapter 46

“And the tactician strikes again,” he said, grinning.

“Well, one of us has to be,” I retorted, softening my words with a kiss. That led to other things of a more personal nature since, with nothing left to do until morning, we figured we could head to bed very early without feeling guilty.

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Early to bed meant we got a good eight hours sleep, even after our prolonged bout of making love. We awoke at six Wednesday morning, showered, and dressed, then packed the car. I wrote a note to the building manager, telling him I had moved out, and slipped it and the apartment keys through the mail slot in his door.

Our first stop was at the edge of the city, to eat breakfast. Then we were on our way. The traffic was heavy at first, but it lightened up as the day progressed. We made it to our destination around nine-thirty that night.