She nodded. “You asked where I live.”
He smiled at her. “I live there, too.”
Startled, she widened her eyes. “Really?” She turned toward him as much as she could with her seatbelt on. “Which floor? Which wing?”
He wanted to laugh at the situation that they’d found themselves in. “Third floor. West wing.”
Her eyes were sparkling. “I’m on the fourth floor. East wing.”
“So, you mean we live basically opposite of each other?”
“Basically.” She shot back. “When did you move in?”
“Earlier this year,” he explained. “I was a few blocks over, but that building was falling down around my ears. Tudor Arms put up a sign on an open unit. I saw it when I was driving home and called that night. I left a message on the machine, and the building manager called me the next day.”
Harmony nodded. “It was the first apartment I viewed when I moved to Center City. It was a great deal and relatively close to work, so I didn’t waste a moment and took the apartment.”
He nodded and then shook his head. “Crazy that we’re in the same building.”
She smiled at him, her whole expression bright. “I can only imagine with our schedules we just haven’t seen each other.”
He put the key into the ignition and started the car.
She gestured at the wheel. “You have a car, so you probably go in through the doors from the parking lot.”
“Yeah,” he nodded. “And you go in through the door from street closer to the bus stop.”
A moment later she relaxed and damn, it looked good.
He hadn’t seen how tense she was until that tension was gone. She leaned her shoulder against the car seat and smiled.
“I can’t believe it.”
“That we’re living in the same place?”
Harmony nodded. “I guess, I’ll have to look out for you from now on.”
“And I’ll look out for you, too.” He felt his heart swell in his chest as he put the car into reverse.
His life was changing step by step and he was loving it.
SEVEN
CROIS
On his next shift,Crois walked into the Roll Call meeting with a smile on his face.
Everyone seemed to notice that something was different, but the only one who said something was his parter.
Pilar sat down next to him at the table and gave him an elbow to his ribs. “What’s up with you?”
He shrugged, but a moment later, he had to lean out of the way and drop his arm to ward off another strike. “Hey!”
“Answer the question or get a kick in the pants, St. Cyr.”
He narrowed his eyes at her. “What’s with the last name, Bravo?”
“You’re hiding something from me.”
