Chapter 40
Eric held the apartment door for her as they headed out to the deli for dinner.
Valerie hesitated, reached into her little wicker key-basket. She held out a spare key. “Any time.”
Eric took it, its metal warm against his palm. In exchange, he gave her a real toe-curler of a kiss that actually made her moan. He loved that he could make The Mac moan.
He also liked how her knees didn’t appear to quite function and she had to hold the handrail tightly as they went down the steps.
“Does it make any sense to you?”
“What? That we both think the other is worth fighting for?”
She stopped on the landing and gave him another one of those kisses until his head was spinning for lack of blood.
“No, I think that makes perfect sense.”
Now it was his knees that he didn’t trust enough to
