“It’s a date. There’s no way I’m missing you in a nice suit. That’ll fuel my fantasies for the next ten years.”
“Oh, yeah? There’s an old tux at the back of my closet. I may just dust that off tonight.”
Someone from the crew handed them both glasses of champagne.
“It’s official.” She clinked her glass against his. “This day just gets better and better.”
***
September 18
“In my role, I often hear stories of incredible heroism and dedication.” Toronto Police Chief Ed Witherspoon nodded toward each of the evening’s honorees. “Some of my favorite moments have involved hearing stories of community engagement, of civilians helping those in need. My colleagues on the force understand what it means to lay one’s life on the line. We do it every day. When civilians put themselves at risk in order to assist others, the community stands up and takes notice and so do we.”
Emily squeezed Michael’s hand. He squeezed hers in return but his gaze was glued to the podium. His nostrils flared as he breathed in and out. She knew this entire event was a trigger for him, but he was managing it well. He’d already shaken hands with attendees who’d spotted him as they waited for the presentation to start. Now he’d have to stand in front of them all, including the various reporters, and receive his award.
He certainly looked the part of an award winner. She’d never seen Michael quite so smooth and slick. Wearing a dark grey suit and a black shirt, he looked more like a bank executive than a contractor. He’d shaved, so close she couldn’t see a hint of shadow, and she’d had fun on the car drive over, caressing his chin.
She glimpsed dark circles under his eyes but no one else would see them. He’d had a bad time the previous evening and had had his worst nightmare in months. However, she’d been there for him and they’d gotten through it.
They hadn’t spent a night apart in months and she didn’t care to ever spend another away from him. She’d long since sold her condo and had moved into the Kingsway house, although Michael constantly teased her about “using him for his bathroom.”
Chief Witherspoon began to call names and welcomed honorees to the stage one by one, saying a few words about each. With every award, Michael’s grip on her hand tightened. It didn’t hurt, so she didn’t mind.
He looked down at one point. “Ah, shit,” he whispered. “I’m crushing your hand. I’m sorry, Em.”
“It’s okay. I don’t need that one.”
“And now,” the Chief continued, “a man whose heroism and selflessness has made him a hero in his community. I hear he can build a pretty good house too.”
When everyone laughed, Emily was relieved to see Michael did too.
“Michael Zorn faced grave danger, subduing a man who was armed, one who had already taken a life. Forsaking his own safety, he rescued a group of children when they were trapped inside their daycare with the assailant. I know a dozen families who are very thankful for this hero. Please welcome Michael Zorn to the stage.”
Emily gave him a quick hug. He stood, calm and noble, and walked toward the podium. He took his spot next to Chief Witherspoon, who shook his hand heartily and said something away from the microphone. Michael smiled as the Chief presented him with a plaque and he stood next to the other honorees so the reporters could take pictures.
Emily met his gaze. He smiled and nodded.
A lady sitting next to her leaned over and whispered. “Your husband is so handsome, dear.”
“Oh, he’s not my—” She cut herself off. What did it matter if the woman thought they were married? “Thank you. He is handsome, isn’t he?”
“And such a hero.”
Emily smiled at Michael. “He’s definitely my hero.”
***
“You were awesome today.”
“Thank you. You were pretty awesome yourself.” Michael twirled Emily around the dance floor. “Did I tell you how incredible you look in that dress?”
“You did, about seven times.” She winked. “But keep it coming.”
Because they were already dressed up, he’d suggested they take a spin at a nearby supper club. Emily had quirked her head in surprise. He had never struck her as a supper club kind of guy. However, he’d expressed an interest and she figured they could use a release after the fraught emotions of the day. The place had a retro vibe, with a jazz band and waiters and waitresses in 1940’s-style costumes. It made for a nice change.
The last couple of months had been a whirlwind of activity with Michael doing more shows and Emily’s business taking off.From Scratchwas a hit in the Little Italy community and she had people placing soup orders from all around the city. She’d been featured on a local morning news show and since then, it seemed the bell at her front door was always tinkling. She’d hired some great people and had even started teaching one of them her recipes.
As the band transitioned into a ballad, she rested her head on Michael’s shoulder. They swayed, caught up in the moment and in each other. His hand was firm at her back and he guided her across the floor as if he’d been born to it.
