Simone was singing “I love you 3000” as she moved around the residence, gathering things, and making sure the suitcase was made.
“Cause you’re my iron man, and I love you 3000,” she sang, totally in her mood, thinking that William was still on the phone.
It mustn’t have been much of a crisis, for soon, he was standing behind her, “3000 what? What unit we using?”
His eyes crinkled along with his smile, making her almost feel weak in the knees. In all the best sense that could have.
“Why are you packing?” He asked.
“Well, you did say we’d be going back this evening, right?” She tilted her head to the side, perplexed.
“Yeah, but someone was going to take care of that,” he retorted right back, not even batting an eye.
“You must be kidding,” she rolled her eyes, even as she fought back a
