Chapter Forty-Three
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On its own accord, my head swiveled toward the sound of my name, to see Peter rushing down the sidewalk.
Stepping out of the crowd flowing into the crosswalk, I watched him approach me.
Several women turned to watch him walk by with admiring glances, stirring a painful twinge in my chest.
The sun shone around him, giving him an almost ethereal appearance when he stopped in front of me.
Breathless, I waited, not sure what to say.
He squinted up, his eyes crinkling against the glare off the glass buildings around us.
"So . . . is that lunch invite still open?"
