6 of 9 She didn’t come by often, but when she did, Hammer had a soft spot for helping. Sure she could borrow his wheels for a weekend in Pocantico Hills. He preferred the city sidewalks anyway, and had black tie plans for the evening at the Metropolitan Club.
7 of 9 From his winter coat by the door, he tossed her the keys to the Sky Hawk. He preferred its nimbleness to the front-heavy Golden Hawk. “The tank’s full. Be good to me, babe. Be good to me.” She ran her hand down his sleeve, gave him a wink & his hand a soft squeeze. A key dropped to the floor.
(c) 2010 J.B. Fletcher, as always ;-)