youâre not interested. Iâm a grown man.â
âNo, Iâm interested.â
âSo, weâll take it slow,â he said.
âLittle late for that, isnât it? Slow isnât how I normally do things.â
âItâll be a nice change of pace, then.â
He had her there.
âWeâll go slow, then,â she said.
âTerrific. How about dinner tonight?â
âThatâs slow?â
He hugged her. He didnât have the powerful arms of a barbarian prince, but he had something. Whatever it was, she wanted more of it, but it also scared her. She wasnât used to being scared.
Tia knocked on the door. Right on time. Of course she was.
âIâd love to have dinner but Iâm in the middle of something; but when I get back, Iâll call you. I swear.â
He didnât ask any questions. Either he didnât believe her or heâd accepted that trying to date Connie meant explanations werenât always readily available.
Connie opened the door, and Tia stood there with several suitcases and a fully stocked hiking backpack.
âTia, Byron. Byron, Tia,â said Connie as she half-pushed him out the door. She wasnât eager to get rid of him, and if Tia wasnât here, she might have even put this off. But if it worked, sheâd be a regular person and be in a better position to date someone like Byron.
âNice to meet you,â said Tia.
âYou, too.â
âYes, itâs very nice for everyone to meet everyone,â said Connie as she pushed Tia inside and hastily threw the suitcases into the apartment. âI swear Iâm not blowing you off, Byron. I will call you. Soon.â
He nodded, slightly bewildered, as she gave him one last kiss and started to close the door.
âOh, and just so you know, I have an evil twin, and she has a tendency to sleep with my boyfriends.â
He raised an eyebrow. âSo, Iâm a boyfriend already?â
âNo, but she might not know that. Just something I let all the guys Iâm dating know.â
âNow youâre just screwing with me.â
âI told you, Byron. My life is complicated. If you changeyour mind by the time I call you, Iâll understand. In the meantime, if I show up with an inexplicable Yugoslavian accent, walk away.â
âOkay. Thanks for the tip,â he said just as the door clicked shut.
Tia said nothing. She only stood there, smiling.
âIt just happened,â said Connie. âDonât start.â
âIâm not starting,â said Tia. âIâm just surprised. Here I spent the morning packing for a globe-spanning adventure, and you were here. With Byron. Letting things just happen. Are you sure heâs a regular person?â
âReasonably sure.â
She could never be certain, but so far, he hadnât done anything suspicious, which was in itself sort of suspicious. She switched off her paranoia. She didnât have time for it.
âWhy do you have so many suitcases?â asked Connie.
âI have more stuff in my car,â she said.
âWhat for?â asked Connie.
âArenât we going on an adventure? Wasnât sure what Iâd need. Arenât you the one who is always preaching the value of being prepared?â
âItâs been fifteen years since I followed that philosophy. Now I mostly wing it.â
âYouâre telling me I didnât need to get up early today and pack for every conceivable scenario?â
âEvery scenario? How many suitcases did you pack?â
âNine or ten.â
âDo you have a gas mask in all that?â
Tia frowned. âNo. Am I going to need one?â
âProbably not. Have a gun?â
âYou never carry a gun.â
âHow about a bottle of ketchup?â
âYou canât tell me that youâve ever needed ketchup to save the day.â
Connie smiled enigmatically.
âFine,â