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couldn't step back unless she wanted to risk Kyra's slithering out of the seat and onto the
floorbut I could feel her recording the touch. My husband's deadnot a threatso the big-deal
writer thinks it's okay to cop a little feel on a hot summer morning. And what can I say? Mr. Big
Deal came along and hauled my kid out of the roadmaybe saved her life.
NoMattieI may be forty going on a hundredbut I was not copping a feel
. Except I couldn't say
that; it would only make things worse. I felt my cheeks flush a little.
'How old are you?' I askedwhen we had the baby squared away and were back at a safe
distance.
She gave me a look. Tired or notshe had it together again. 'Old enough to know the situation I'm
in.' She held out her hand. 'Thanks againMr. Noonan. God sent you along at the right time.'
'NahGod just told me I needed a hamburger at the Village Cafe' I said. 'Or maybe it was His
opposite number. Please say Buddy's still doing business at the same old stand.'
She smiled. It warmed her face back up againand I was happy to see it. 'He'll still be there when
Ki's kids are old enough to try buying beer with fake IDS. Unless someone wanders in off the road
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