“Hey,” Mila said, climbing in next to me, behind the wheel. “Where?”
“Right here at home,” she said. Under other circumstances I would have noticed it, but in the hospital sex was the last thing on my mind. You need a massage.”
“Yeah? I’d been organising a conference on behalf of my employer in another city. “And I’m very glad I did. Who’s going to massage me?”
“I will, of course.” She poked the bag she’d put down with her foot. “I did too,” I whispered back, kissing her. “I’ll hold you,” she said, kissing my forehead. “You’re still beautiful. “I’m unencumbered these days. This time it would be Mila. I think this time the car was on fire and I couldn’t stop or jump out.” I told her about the other dreams.