“Does…does that mean it’s over between us?” I asked cautiously, feeling ill.
His response was an immediate and emphatic, “It’s over when I say it’s over.”
I released the breath I hadn’t realized I’d been holding. “Yes? All right.” I cleared my throat. “I’ll be looking forward to seeing your new place. I have a housewarming gift for you. And don’t go looking for it.”
“As if I’d do something like that.” He had the nerve to sound insulted, and I couldn’t help laughing.
“Of course. I don’t know who I was thinking of. It must have been some other WBIS agent who kept breaking into my house. But just so you don’t wear yourself out, I gave it to Mother to keep for me.”
“Spoilsport.”
“That’s me.” Was I actually relieved enough to be flirting with him?
Over the PA system came the announcement, “Air France flight 024 with nonstop service to Paris will begin boarding….”