HIS LITTLE MISCHIEF

At that very time, a powerful impulse to locate Ian and deliver my strongest blow to him struck me at three hundred miles per hour.

Despite not knowing the answer myself, I lifted my little finger and wrapped it around Theo's, saying, "Pinky promise."

"Silly," he chuckles.

"That's supposed to be my line, you fucker," I say.

"You and your beautiful, wide range of vocabulary," he continues.

I inhale another of his sweet laughs, which fills the whole space. His laugh is so infectious that I can't help but chuckle too.

I was well aware that it would be our final meal together until this wretched week was finally over.