What Fools Believe Page 3
“I appreciate the help though. Will your friend be all right?”
“He’ll be fine.” She smiled. “Rebecca, thank you for last night. Thank you for everything.”
“Anytime,” she said.
She placed a hand over his and squeezed it. Rebecca went back to the paper, but she held on to him. He watched her for a moment then picked up his fork. “So,” he said, “what else do you have planned for me today?”