Wheels - Page 85
"Who the hell cares?" He put out his arms, held her, and kissed her tenderly.
Erica was half laughing, half crying. "You were such a tiger in Nassau.
It must have happened there."
He whispered, "I’m glad I was," then thought: It could be the very best thing for them both.
Later, when they were driving again, Erica said, "I’ve been wondering how Greg and Kirk will feel. You’ve two grown sons, then suddenly a baby in the family."
"They’ll love it. Because they love you. Just as I do." He reached for her hand. "I’ll phone and tell them tomorrow."
"Well," she said, "between us we seem to be creating things."
It was true, he thought happily. And his life was full.
Tonight he had Erica, and this.
Tomorrow, and in days beyond, there would be Farstar.