“Oh, just perfect!” Wes snarled, as he was
forced to stop for the long line of school buses cutting in front of his car. “Now
we’ll never get home!”
“Never, Wes?” Janet said. “Being a bit
melodramatic, aren’t you?”
“It sure will seem like it,” he retorted.
“It’s your own fault. If you hadn’t wasted ten
minutes kissing me, we would have been out of here way ahead of them.”
“I hadn’t seen you all day and you know I need
my Janet time. Kissing you is time well wasted,” he replied, and for good
measure he pulled her toward him—as much as the seat-belt around her would
permit—and kissed her again. “God, I love you.”
