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suggestions for changes.  I’m on a weekly retainer.  This is a wonderful opportunity for me.  The only down side is, I’ll have to stay two weeks to give my notice at Monikers.”
    Michael was silent for a moment.  He took a sip of his coffee and then set the cup down on the island.  “I have an idea.  I don’t have a job.  Let me step in and work your two weeks while I’m looking for something else.”
    “I couldn’t let you do that.”
    “Of course you can.”
    “Do you have any experience as a waiter?”
    Michael braced himself for the ping.  “Back in O’Reilly’s pub I was known quite well for my ability to keep the ale orders straight.”  Ping.
    “It would be wonderful if I didn’t have to go back to Monikers again.  Are you sure?”
    “I am sure.  And I have interrupted you in your work.  I should go.”
    “No, stay, talk to me.  I need a break.  Tell me about your day.  Did you find some furniture for your apartment?”
    “Yes.  They’ll deliver it in a couple of days.”
    “You’re not…sleeping on the floor, are you?”  I felt horrified at the thought of that beautiful body waking in the morning with cramped muscles everywhere. 
    He shot that amazing smile at me.  “I thought I might try the bathtub.”
    “You’ll do no such thing.  You’ll sleep right here.  We have a pullout couch.  That is…if you don’t mind sleeping in your clothes.”
    “I do not mind that at all.  But Leslie, are you sure that Marian…”
    “She’ll be fine as long as you remain fully clothed.”
    “Scout’s honor.” He held up two fingers. 
    I got him a blanket and a pillow and got him settled on the couch.  Thank goodness it was long enough for his endless legs. 
    As he stretched out and pulled the blanket up, he said, “You are not going to tuck me in, are you?”
    He had such a wonderful smile.  It was beatific and impish all at the same time.  “Of course I am.”  Acting on impulse, I leaned down and kissed his forehead.
    He did not know whether the jolt he got was from the touch of Leslie’s lips on his face or the gigantic ping he got from Gabriel, but the combination nearly brought him up off the cushions.
    “Goodnight, Michael,” she said in that beautiful soft voice of hers.
    “Goodnight, Leslie.”  He closed his eyes and as was his habit, went to sleep instantly.
    I tried to concentrate on the script, but all I could think about was as long as I sat there working at the breakfast bar, the light shone in Michael’s eyes.  It didn’t seem to disturb him, but he was the kind of man who would think about my need to work and pretend to be asleep so I could go on working.  I wasn’t sure how I knew that, but I just did.  I didn’t really need to revise the script tonight as long as Michael was going in for me tomorrow.  That man had to be some kind of angel. 
    Maybe Michael was too good to be true because he was working up to taking me into a dark basement and torturing me before he killed me.  Ye gods.  Now I really was thinking like a New Yorker.  Never trust anybody.
    I should have had that wariness when I met Adam.  Too late now.  As I went into my bedroom and got ready for bed, I let myself do something I hadn’t done for a while.  I remembered my time with Adam.  I met him last autumn at a cattle call.  He was funny and charming.  He was a native New Yorker who came from a wealthy family.  He took me places I never would have seen otherwise.  We spent a beautiful fall day at The High Line Park, a park built on the elevated section of a disused spur of the New York Central Railroad.  It was filled with wildflowers and trees, a green oasis right in the middle of the city.  He took me to the top of the Empire State Building. I told him this played a vital part in the movies, Sleepless in Seattle where Meg Ryan and Tom Hanks finally find each other and An Affair to Remember, where Cary Grant and Deborah Kerr finally find each other . He