Page 163 of In Sheets of Rain

He leaned over and kissed me on the side of the neck.

“You made it, Trolley Girl,” he whispered.

I nodded.

“Because of you, Suit Guy,” I managed.

“No,” he said. “Because of you.”

I let out a breath, that didn’t need a count, and blinked.

Michael looked at me, and I looked back at him.

We both smiled.

And the rain became a drizzleand then a trickleuntil it finally stopped.

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