to do your work for you. The only question was, what was he feeling guilty about? And where exactly was he going? Any why didn"t he want me to do?
Okay, so that was more than one question. But they were all part of the same family of questions: what didn"t my boyfriend want me to know?
Colin reached for the wine bottle. By tacit agreement, neither of us said anything as he filled the glasses, each weighing our options and deciding to let it go. It wasn"t so much a truce as a cease fire, a temporary halting of offensives in honor of our last night together for the greater part of a month.
There were times and places for all sorts of things. Dinner, for example. And long, affectionate farewells. It seemed a shame to spoil it. Especially when it wasn"t a battle it looked like I was going to be able to win. Not at the moment, at any rate.
I wondered if Amy had had this much trouble squeezing information out of her Richard. And just why their descendant was being quite so cagey if he didn"t have anything interesting to hide.
It was enough to make one wonder.
“Shall we toast?” Colin suggested, lifting his glass and smiling at me. He smiled with his eyes as well as his lips. No matter what else was going on, what it was he wouldn"t tell me, that smile, at least, was honest.
“Yes,” I said. I lifted my wine glass in the air and looked him square in the eye. “To January.”
“To January,” Colin echoed. Our glasses clinked in mid-air, our eyes locked above them. My mysterious boyfriend was going to have more than a little bit of explaining to do. In January.
It was shaping up to be a very interesting New Year.
Okay, so that was more than one question. But they were all part of the same family of questions: what didn"t my boyfriend want me to know?
Colin reached for the wine bottle. By tacit agreement, neither of us said anything as he filled the glasses, each weighing our options and deciding to let it go. It wasn"t so much a truce as a cease fire, a temporary halting of offensives in honor of our last night together for the greater part of a month.
There were times and places for all sorts of things. Dinner, for example. And long, affectionate farewells. It seemed a shame to spoil it. Especially when it wasn"t a battle it looked like I was going to be able to win. Not at the moment, at any rate.
I wondered if Amy had had this much trouble squeezing information out of her Richard. And just why their descendant was being quite so cagey if he didn"t have anything interesting to hide.
It was enough to make one wonder.
“Shall we toast?” Colin suggested, lifting his glass and smiling at me. He smiled with his eyes as well as his lips. No matter what else was going on, what it was he wouldn"t tell me, that smile, at least, was honest.
“Yes,” I said. I lifted my wine glass in the air and looked him square in the eye. “To January.”
“To January,” Colin echoed. Our glasses clinked in mid-air, our eyes locked above them. My mysterious boyfriend was going to have more than a little bit of explaining to do. In January.
It was shaping up to be a very interesting New Year.
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