〃I say this is starting to sound like a Neil Simon script。〃 She wanted
reassurance that meeting again was right。 She wanted him to say； There's
reason why that script made millions for the guy； it's a damned good
plot； it makes a whole lot of sense。
But Mitch only shrugged。 Dropping his arms； he moved back。 〃It's your
choice。 I'll be here anyway。〃
She hated the sudden sound of indifference； but it made it easier to
leave。 When he opened the door； she slipped behind the wheel。
〃Drive carefully；〃 he said。
〃I will。〃 Backing the car around； she straightened the wheel。 She gave
Mitch a last； longing glance before putting a foot on the gas。 The car
had barely moved forward when his voice echoed in the winter wood。
〃Hey； wait！〃
She braked。 His long…legged gait quickly brought him alongside the car。
His breath misted the air when he leaned into the window。
〃Don't forget to pack a dress。 We'll be going out。〃 He grinned and
popped a featherlight kiss on the tip of her nose。 〃Now； go； before the
snow gets here。〃
She went。
Thanksgiving wasn't nearly as bad as Anne had expected。 She spent it at
her parents' house with their usual crowd； and； yes； she missed Jeff。
But there were interesting people to talk with； and chaos enough to
pretend that Jeff might just be off in another room。 Her major
disfort proved to be a stomachache from eating more heavily than she
had in a year； but an antacid and a long walk with her father eased that
pain。
Work kept her busy； as did； to her dismay； unfinished business relating
to the plane crash。 The FAA had finally e through with its findings；
and Anne
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