Page 135 of A Moment In Time

“Let’s take the Mustang. I don’t want to leave it on the street all night.”

“Sure.”

“You can bring your car if you want.”

“It’s fine on the street. No one is going to mess with a seven-year-old Toyota.”

They drove to Sydney’s house and went inside. As she was making dinner, there was a knock on the door. Gage went to answer it and found Booker with a bottle of champagne in his hands.

“Compliments of the Ambrose Tavern.”

Gage smiled. “Thanks, man.”

“You’re welcome.” He glanced toward the Blazer. “Clementine sends her love. She’s feeling extra pregnant tonight and didn’t want to get out of the vehicle.”

“She’s getting close, I guess.”

Booker held up a hand. “Don’t say that. I’m not quite ready. Two more months is fine with me.”

Gage laughed. “I hear you, man. Have a good night.”

“You too.”

Gage held up the bottle. “I’m guessing we will.”

Chapter thirty-eight

"Chill and enjoy the ride."

Gage was sitting on the edge of the bed, and Sydney put her hand on his back. “Are you okay?”

He glanced back at her. “Yeah. Sorry. I didn’t mean to wake you.”

She yawned. “What time is it?”

“Six.”

“Why are you up so early? We don’t need to be at the office for three hours.”

“I couldn’t sleep. I’ll go into the living room.”

Sydney sat and laid her head against his back. “Do you want to talk about it?”

“About what?”

“About whatever’s bothering you.”

He turned to her. “It’s nothing. Go back to sleep.”

“Gage. I’m awake now. What is it? If something is keeping you from sleeping, then I want to stay awake with you.”

He smiled. “You do?”

“Yes. That’s how these things work.”

He reached for her hand. “I’ve never…I’ve never been in love. I’m a little foggy on the rules.”

“Just tell me what’s bothering you. Is it the mayor thing? Because I think you have that down. You were great last night.”

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