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“Would you like one more drink? It’s such a beautiful night.”
“If you’re sure,” he said. “But I’m not sure how much more charm I can bring tonight.”
She led him to the backyard. The pool glowed as the veiny shadows danced up on the cement sides.
“Have a seat. I’ll make you a drink,” she said for the first time in her life.
He took off his suit jacket and bent down softly, making sure the chair wouldn’t scoot out from under him.
Ala watched him through the kitchen window as she poured too much of the vodka from the freezer into glasses and splashed ginger ale on top.
She took a sip and could barely get it down, but decided it was good enough if they were already buzzed. She walked out carefully, now back in her mules. She loved the way he looked, reclining back on the bamboo lawn chair, and deep relaxation spreading across his face.
“Here you are.”
He took a sip.
“Wow—the old standby.” She winked and set her glass on the glass table next to his chair. She felt feverish, without any traces of sickness, just a pressing heat running up and down her whole body. She knew she couldn’t sit down, she would explode, or self combust. Her greatest fear for the moment was that he would say it was time to go, to wrap up the night. That couldn’t happen. He had unbuttoned part of his shirt and had removed his shoes and socks. He certainly didn’t look like he was going anywhere. She couldn’t be sure though.
She was stunned to see him. He wore a tan summer suit with a cream colored tie and gave her a thin-lipped smile as he approached the front steps.
“Hi,” she said, remembering she had just awoke from a nap and had no clue as to what she looked like for the second encounter with him.
“Thanks for letting me know I was at the wrong house.”
“Yes,” she said, but didn’t know why.
“I’m glad I was able to find you,” he said, showing off his large white teeth.
He found her. How did he find her? Who was he?
“You said you have something of mine?”
“Oh yes,” he said, reaching into his pocket. He pulled out her wallet.
“You found this?” She was amazed and relieved he had not come here to murder her.
“That’s how you knew where I lived,” she said laughing.
“Thank you so much,” she said, reaching for it. He took one step back.
“Have dinner with me.”
“This again, huh?”
“I’m a little busy. I was just in the middle of—”
“How did you know?”
He brought a single cool finger to her cheek and traced what she knew was a sleep line from the lawn chair. Mortified, she brought his hand down. His finger gripped hers.