some corn missing from Indiana on that one.”

His lips chased away further teasing. He retreated only to return for several more chaste kisses. His tongue licked his lips, as if he wanted to catch and savor the taste of my mouth. 

Not until he wrapped his knuckles to the tune of Shave and a Haircut, on a clouded glass door, did I realize our stop had been deliberate, and not merely a chance for an impromptu kiss.

“I thought we were going to Komen’s home.”

“And that is indeed where we have arrived.”

I looked from Lachlan, to the building, and tilted my head back to read the moniker.

“Komen lives in a coin dealer shop?”

“Under it, to be precise.”

“Of cour...

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