Page 25 of A Man After Midnight

“What if he’s not?”

“Well, like you said. I have to find the perfect man for me. Besides, he’s never once mentioned wanting more from me.”

“He might ask,” Aldy persisted. “About moving to Paris.”

“Don’t hold your breath, my friend. Now, aren’t you hungry?” Caroline asked, smiling brightly as she changed the subject. “I’m starving.”

“Not very subtle, but yes.”

“What do you feel like eating?”

“Perhaps we should go someplace other than Times Square. I don’t want to pay twenty dollars for another hamburger.”

“You’re on.”