Serious Moonlight

All of this happened three months ago.”
My brain spun through another cycle. “When you went to that art festival in Arizona?”
“He kind of, sort of, met me there.”
“And got you pregnant?”

Sure. Just a nap.”
“Hey, Daniel? Do you think if we fall asleep together, we’ll have the same dreams?”

“And I appreciate that,” he said, struggling to hold back a smile. “Safe sex is good sex

“That’s your therapist?”
“Yeah. It’s just . . . ,” he started, and then hesitated, searching for the right words. “I know it’s a lot to process. I don’t need you to save me or anything. I’m doing good—really, I am. But this is part of my past, and I can’t erase it. I thought maybe I could.

Tickets to what?”
He picked up my hand and placed it over his heart. It was racing as fast as it was when he was spying in the hallway. As fast as mine. “Can’t tell you that until you say yes.”
“Are you asking?”
“Will you say yes?

Daniel blocked my exit with his arm. “You didn’t answer.”
“Are you serious?” I said impatiently, utterly panicked. “Let me out!”
“Please, Birdie. I’m begging you to go out with me. Please, please—”
“Fine. Yes, whatever!”

Come on, Nick. Are we solving a GD mystery, or aren’t we?”

A slow grin split his face. “Nora, my dear, you know I can’t resist it when you use profanity.”

“You’re sitting behind a potted plant.”

“I’m sure James Bond has utilized a potted plant or two for cover.”

“Oh, so you’re James Bond now?

“I repeat, the eagle is heading—”

“We aren’t spies.”

“Speak for yourself. I’m deep undercover.”

The Thin Man