Somewhere… Epilogue
Lianna stopped abruptly in her tracks, all her attention riveted on two men walking down the midway. They were not touching and there was nothing overt but if you watched closely you could see the connection sizzling between the two of them. The fluid way they adjusted to each other, the subtle way they leaned together. Somehow, someway Gato had found his amante.
She approached them from behind slipping through the crowd until she was in conversation range. "Hello Keyboard." She gave them a gamine grin as they turned to face her. She ran her eyes appreciatively over the blond's tall frame. A couple inches taller than Gato, with blue eyes hidden behind glasses. His lose shirt and jeans hid what she was sure was a muscular toned body. He moved fluidly, comfortable in his skin, much like Gato was, all in all a good match for the Latino enforcer.
Cougar smiled at his friend. She had been there for him all through the long winter. "Lianna, this is Jensen." He turned that smile to the blond and she caught her breath at the intensity of the look he gave his partner.
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Dr. Sylvia Patron juggled her keys, cup of coffee and an arm full of case files. She unlocked the door to her office and made her way through the gloom to her desk carefully setting down her burden. She switched on the desk light and froze. Sitting in the exact middle was a large bottle of Patron tequila and a thin envelope addressed to her. She gingerly retrieved the letter and opened it cautiously.
Dr. Patron,
The Gato has found his Keyboard. All is well. Thank you.
She sank down in her chair with a relieved smile. Gato was one of her favorite patients and it pleased her that he thought to let her know he was ok. If she was reading this correctly then his memories had returned and he had been reunited with his lover. She pulled out his file, made a quick note and moved it to the former patient drawer. She reached into her desk and pulled out a cup and opened the bottle. She poured a small splash and took a sip relishing the smooth bite of the tequila, top shelf, just like her former patient. She toasted him and thought about lost loves and happy endings.