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“It was the weirdest damn thing. There was this minute when I actually thought about kissing her.”

Cutty was sitting in the kitchen of Ad Walker’s apartment at seven-fifteen the next morning with his ankle propped on one of Ad’s chairs.

Ad was Cutty’s best friend and after Cutty had suggested to Kira that he leave her alone with the twins this morning, he’d done just that. His police-issue SUV had an automatic transmission, and since it didn’t have a clutch and it was his left foot that was out of commission, he could drive even if he wasn’t supposed to walk any more than necessary.

He’d taken advantage of that fact and driven to the restaurant-bar Ad owned on Main Street. There were two apartments above Adz, one in which Ad lived. Cutty had had to hop on one foot to get up the outside stairs but once he had he’d pounded on Ad’s apartment door until Ad woke up to let him in.

A bleary-eyed Ad had made coffee, and it was over two cups of that strong, black brew that Cutty had told him about the appearance of Kira Wentworth on his doorstep and her insistence on staying to help out.

Cutty had also told Ad what had been on his mind since Kira had walked through his door, culminating in that moment when he and Kira had been saying good-night the evening before and the air all around them had seemed charged.

“So you just thought about kissing her? You didn’t do it?” Ad asked, sitting across the table from Cutty in the same position—with his legs propped on the remaining chair even though they weren’t in need of elevation.

“No, I didn’t do it,” Cutty answered as if the question was ridiculous.

“I think you should have.”

“Come on,” Cutty said as if his friend had to be kidding.

“Why not? A beautiful woman shows up out of the blue—the first woman I’ve ever heard you say that about, by the way. You have trouble keeping your eyes off her all day long—especially when she’s bending over,” Ad said, summarizing what Cutty had already told him. “You felt sparks—even though you don’t understand it. Who’s to say she didn’t feel them, too?”

“Come on,” Cutty repeated, this time with a groan.

But Ad wasn’t fazed. “You said yourself that it was time you got back on the horse—so to speak. I don’t see anything wrong with going for it.”