Time Crossed: A Time Thief Novella (A Penguin Special from Signet) (10 page)

A giggle built up inside of me at the idea of me gravely bending over his hand and kissing his knuckles. Oh, if only my phone could take pictures, my friends would all receive one of me doing just that.

“It was a pleasure to meet you, Kiya,” he said, releasing my hand. I held it stiffly at my side, feeling horribly awkward.

“Likewise. And thanks for the tow loan. Do you . . . er . . . have a card or something with a mailing address so I can send it back to you when I get home?”

He hesitated for a few seconds. “I am between addresses at the moment, but a letter sent to me care of this address will reach me.” He pulled a card out of his wallet and offered it.

I mouthed the name of the law firm printed on the card, then tucked it away, and thanked him again. He smiled and got into his car, leaving me alone with the two randy squirrels, the dead thing in the garbage bin, and a wish that, just once in my life, something would go right.