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guys, right? She sure had been back then.
    But that can sometimes change. Was that the reason she’d never married? She’d switched teams? Nah, she’d definitely come on to him the other night at the Mine Shaft . It’d been a long time for him , but not so long that he didn’t know when a woman wanted him.
    Still, a sense of dread eased its way into his neck. Liz was so nice, she’d be the type to give you a hug and want to catch up with someone she hadn’t seen in so long. Maybe he was wrong and that’s all this was to her. A chance to catch up with an old boyfriend, then back to Detroit to her lesbian lover. Although he’d definitely file the vision of Liz making love with another woman away to pull out some lonely night, he didn’t believe it to be true.
    His doubts were eased as Liz finally made it to their table and flashed him a killer smile.
    Her smile was warm and genuine, like Liz herself, but it didn’t say, “Gee, it’s good to see you”. No, the smile Liz flashed said, “I want to eat you up with a spoon”. Which suited him just fine, and he hoped to fulfill her unspoken wish by the end of the night.
    “Hey there,” she said as she reached him. Calm, cool, like she saw him everyday. He half expected her to comment on the weather or some such bullshit.
    There was an awkward second, and they both looked at their feet while they wondered if a hug, handshake or a simple smile should be their greeting. Then their eyes met. Eighteen years fell away and it was his Liz, whose eyes had always seen him with an integrity and strength he could only hope to aspire to.
    His Liz, who didn’t even realize that she was above him in all things, but looked at him with an adoration which both humbled and aroused him.
    Always had.
    He guessed it always would, because t here she was looking at him in the same way, and all of Finn ’s thoughts about keeping this thing casual went out the window.
    He pulled her into his embrace and held her. Just held her. Her arms encircled his waist and she stepped closer to him, laid her head on his chest and breathed in the scent of him. She’d always done that. It’d made him self-conscious at first, wondering if he hadn’t showered off t he smell of horses entirely before their dates.
    She breathed in deeply once more then pulled away, looking into his eyes. A small, teasing smile played on her face. “You still wear Brut. I didn’t know they even still sold that stuff.”
    He nodded, mesmerized by her. By her smile, her apparently stellar sense of smell, but mostly by her memory of him. He had meant enough to her that she remembered his scent. They had only dated for a few months eighteen years ago and she remembered how he smelled? Had anyone else in his life ever known him like that? He wasn’t sure that even his ex-wife would know him if blindfolded. Hell, his childhood dog probably couldn’t even sniff him out.
    “But no horses? Don’t you still have horses?”
    “Huh?” His moment of self-pity made him lose her drift.
    “You always smelled of Brut and horses. But, no horses tonight. Do you still have them?”
    “No. No horses. I sold them all.” He didn’t elaborate. How could he even begin to tell her about the horses? How his heart broke and the last of his dreams drifted into the dust that the trailer hauling away his joy kicked up. How he’d had no choice, not really, but the day he signed the bill of sale, a little piece of him had died.
    He had precious few pieces left.
    It was as if she knew he couldn’t talk about it, seemed to sense the precarious place he was in just thinking about the loss of his horses.
    Still entwined in his arms, Liz once again gave his waist a squeeze, and all Finn could do was hug her again.
    It wasn’t a friendly hug. It was a hug of lovers.
    One could hope.
    It seemed like forever, but was probably only seconds, before he got hold of himself, broke the embrace and seated her across from him in the booth.
    “So I always