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talked enough about how we were raised. We were a dysfunctional family and never even knew it.
Now we're both having to learn that marriage is what you make of it."
Connie's face had brightened. She flushed when Bob smiled warmly at her, and he chuckled. "It isn't
so bad, having a mechanic in the family. Except that my car sure does run rough," he added.
"I can fix it," Connie mused.
"I know."
Kirry felt Lang's hand curving around hers where it lay on the table. She looked at him with her heart
in her eyes, and his breath caught.
"Where are you going to live when you're married?" Bob asked them, breaking the spell.
"I like the security where we are," Lang said with a chuckle. "My apartment or hers, it doesn't matter.
I'd live with her in a mud hut," he added solemnly.
"That goes double for me," she said softly.
"Until the kids come along " he added very slowly, holding her eves. "Then I think we might want a
house. One with a big yard, so we can have a dog."
There were tears of pure joy in her eyes.
"Will you go on working for Lancaster, Inc.?" Connie asked her.
Kirry caught her breath. "Oh, that reminds me!" And she told them what she'd done, and about her new
job.
Lang burst out laughing. "And I thought you weren't listening when I suggested it."
"I was listening. Mack says Mrs. Lancaster is going to be very sorry indeed, because Lorna is already
talking about pulling the account."
"That doesn't surprise me in the least," Lang ventured. "I'm sorry that Lorna gave you a hard time. I
hope you believe that I was serious when I said there was nothing between us."
"Oh, of course I do,"she assured him. It would be impossible to believe anything else, when he looked
at her that way, with everything he felt naked in his face.
"What will they do to that man when they catch him?" Connie asked, concerned. "Will there be enough
evidence to keep him locked up?"
Lang was remembering the times Erikson had gotten away with what he'd done, and he was worried.
"I hope so."
Kirry was thinking the same thing. She clung to Lang's hand and tried not to brood about it. She had
visions of a long, drawn-out court case and legal expenses that would bankrupt them.
"Don't worry about it," Lang said softly. He bent and kissed her forehead softly. "We'll work it all out.
I promise you we will."
They stayed the night, parting reluctantly as she went to the guestroom and Lang bedded down on the
sofa. She didn't want to be away from him long enough to sleep. Apparently he felt the same way,
because in the early hours of the morning, he picked her up out of the bed and carried her back to the
sofa, bundling her up in his arms until morning.
Connie and Bob came upon them like that, and stood looking down at them with indulgent smiles,
their arms around each other.
"Remember how that felt?" Bob asked gently. "To be so much in love that you can't bear the agony of
being apart even for a lew hours?"
"Oh, yes." Connie reached up and kissed him. "I still feel like that. It's why I came home."
He smiled and drew her close. "So do I. I'm glad we both woke up in time, Connie."
"Marriage has to have compromise or it can't last. For Mikey's sake, and our own, I'm glad we're both
reasonable people."
He chuckled. "After last night, I'm not sure that I'm very reasonable anymore. In fact, I think I'm
loopy." He whispered in her ear, "Did you really do that, or did I dream it?"
She flushed scarlet. "Bob!"
The cry woke Lang and Kirry. They blinked and stared up at their hosts. Lang smiled sheepishly.
"This isn't quite what it looks like..."
"Looks like two people in love to me." Bob chuckled. "Come and have breakfast, you idiots."
Later in the day, Lang and Kirry drove back up to San Antonio. Both of them were anxious to see if
any progress had been made about Erikson. What they discovered shocked them.
"It was kind of tragic, in a way," the police lieutenant who spoke to them at the precinct said matter-of-
factly. "He was going too fast and just shot right off the bridge, through the railing. We found him a
few hours ago. I tried to call you both, but no one was at home."
"We were at my brother's house in Floresville," Lang said. He pulled Kirry closer. "It's been a hell of
a few weeks."
"Yes, I know. This isn't the only stalking case we've ever had," the policeman replied. "I've talked to
one of our legislators, and he's willing to introduce some legislation about it. He'd like to talk to you,
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