A Twisted Path
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“Jimmy, keep things moving. I’ll be back later. Couple hours at least.” He caught up to Prole just as she got to the door, pretending not to have heard what he said to the kid. He put a hand on her back as he pushed open the door with his other. She brushed off the hand on her back and gave the door a shove before he could get it open. Two steps out the door she stopped and he almost walked into her. Prole turned and stood toe to toe, looking up at Furyk’s, her own face now calm, not challenging. “Sounds like you got plans for the afternoon.”
Furyk could almost feel the charge jump across the few inches between them. The sun was bright and he had to squint, but it only made it easier to focus on her face and the intense look she held him with. “Yeah, I’ve got plans. For this afternoon and probably a bit after that.” He expected a snort or cutting comment. What he got was her hand reaching up and touching his shoulder, lingering just a moment, and then Prole turned and headed to her car. Furyk was two steps behind and the memory of the last couple of weeks, filled with violence and anger, frustration and failure, and just a taste of satisfaction, faded from his mind.