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Sal, and by the way he
was kissing her he missed her, and nobody else, at that point in time, mattered.
    When
Sal stopped kissing her, they looked once again into each other’s eyes, smiled,
and then he pulled her in his arms again.   Then finally, after a few moments of him hugging her again, they were
able to separate.  
    “So,”
he said, still holding one of her hands, “what’s your schedule like the rest of
the day?”
    “It’s
good.   I was just going to go over to
Champagne’s for a few hours before I called it a day.   But anyway, I thought you said you were going
to phone me when you were on your plane heading this way?”
    “I
did phone you,” Sal said, “but your cell phone was off.”
    Gemma
smiled.   She was in court all
afternoon.   “My bad,” she said with a
smile.
    Sal
smiled too.   Ran his hand up her arm,
glancing at her breasts.   “You think you
can take a rain check on going over to Champagne’s?”
    Gemma
knew exactly why he wanted her to take the rain check.   “For you?” she asked.   Then thought about it.   “Not really, no.”  
    Sal,
surprised by her response, stopped smiling.   Gemma laughed.   “Of course I can
take a rain check, silly,” she said, placing her arm through his as they turned
to leave.   “Let’s go.”
    Sal
smiled too, as they turned to leave.   But
he also, while placing his hand in the small of her back and assisting her out
of the doors, turned back toward the man upstairs.   He was still, to Sal’s growing disgust,
staring at Gemma.

 
    As
Gemma and Sal walked across the parking lot, Gemma was texting Trina that Sal
was in town and she therefore wouldn’t be able to come over to
Champagne’s.   Trina text her back that
she had better not come with her “ honey
boo boo ” in town, prompting Gemma to smile.   Then Tree added: Ask him about the
parents .   Gemma knew she had to, but
she also knew she had to pick her moment.   She replied to Trina: Mind your
own business .   To which Trina finally
replied: Can’t.   Too busy minding yours .   Gemma laughed and put her phone away.   Sal asked what was funny, but Gemma didn’t
see the point of repeating it.   “Just
Tree,” she said instead.
    They
finally arrived at her BMW, which was parked on the backside of the massive
parking lot.   Sal automatically opened
the passenger door for her, sat her down in the passenger seat, and walked
around and sat down himself behind the wheel.   He pressed the start engine button and looked at the dashboard.
    “How
old is this thing?” he asked her.
    “What thing ?” Gemma asked him. “This car is
my pride and joy, boy, what are you talking about?   And it’s just a year old, thank-you very
much.   And it’s almost paid for.”
    Sal
looked at her.   “What’s almost?”
    “Well,
almost in my mind anyway,” she said with a smile. “I have three more years to
go.”
    “Three
years?” Sal asked, surprised.
    “Yes,
Sal, three.   Something I’m very proud
of.   It would have been five more years
if I hadn’t doubled up and tripled up on some of the payments.   Everybody doesn’t have it going on like you
do.   So don’t hate.   Appreciate.”
    Sal
laughed.
    Gemma
looked at him.   He was a very
good-looking man, in a rugged sort of way, with thick, silky hair, big, blue
eyes, and tanned skin.   And his muscular
body, she thought as she glanced down at him, wasn’t chopped liver either.   “What about you?” she asked him.   “How did you get to the courthouse?   Reno sent a car for you?”
    “I
didn’t ask him to send one.   He didn’t
know I was coming to town either.   I
caught a cab,” he said.
    Gemma
smiled.   Somehow she couldn’t picture Sal
in a cab.  
    Then
Sal started driving.   And he nodded.   “Nice ride,” he said.
    “Well
I’m glad you approve, Mr. Gabrini.”
    “So
who was the guy?”
    Gemma
looked at him.   “What guy?”
    “The
one that couldn’t stop laughing at your