She said softly, “I’m sorry I lost the key to your back door, Mike. I think I might have been tempted to use it one of these nights.”
He said, “I’ll start leaving my front door unlocked.”
“I’ll keep that in mind. You know something?” She tilted her head and looked sidewise at him, provocatively.
“What?”
“You still haven’t kissed me.”
He said, “We have been pretty busy.” He turned his head to see Timothy Rourke in the phone booth with the door shut, and then he turned to her and kept the promise he had made in his apartment more than sixteen hectic hours previously.