That made her laugh. “It was good to see you again. Maybe…maybe we settled a few things.”
“I don’t want to kill you anymore, if that’s progress.”
“What about…the other?”
“We did that already. It was okay.”
She laughed gently. “It was more than okay, Jack. It showed me what…what might have been.”
“Don’t go all sentimental on me, Joni. It spoils your image.”
Her dark wet hair, that deep tan, those big beautiful eyes, that slender shape, the long legs…just like on the beach, when we were babies…
“You saved my husband’s life, didn’t you?”
“Yeah.”
“Why, Jack? Why would you do that for me?”
“Who said it was for you? I did it for money.”
“You did it for money, huh?” Her wet hand reached up and grasped my dry forearm and clasped. “Why really, Jack?”
I plucked her hand off, kissed it, then stood.
I was walking away when I paused just long enough to glance back at her.
“Let’s just say I owed you one,” I said.