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until the men’s room door swung closed, counted to ten, and burst inside. “Oops!” she called out. Her
voice
echoed throughout the shiny, empty room.
There was a line of urinals, but Mike wasn’t at any of them. Nor did she see his Tod’s loafers underneath
the
stall doors. She heard a small noise coming from the walled-off sink area and walked over. Mike was
standing
at the sink, a comb, a can of deodorant, and a tube of toothpaste on the counter next to him. He held a
toothbrush in his hand. When he saw Hanna in the mirror, the color drained from his face.
Hanna bleated out a laugh. “Are you primping?”
“What are you doing here?” he croaked.
“Sorry, I thought this was a dressing room,” Hanna recited. It didn’t quite have the effect she was going
for.
Mike blinked and quickly shoved his toiletries back into his Jack Spade messenger bag. Hanna felt a little
bad—he didn’t have to stop. She backed out of the sink area. “I’ll be outside,” she muttered. She pushed
her
way out the door and returned to her seat, smiling to herself. Mike had been brushing his teeth. Did that
mean he wanted to kiss her?
On the drive back to Mike’s house, they listened to “Whole Lotta Love,” again belting out the lyrics. She
pulled up to Mike’s curb and turned off the ignition. “Want to walk me to my door?”
“Sure,” Hanna answered, realizing her heart was pounding. She followed Mike up the stone steps to the
Montgomerys’ porch. There was a Zen rock garden to the left of the door, but it had frozen over by now,
a
thin crust of ice on the sand.
Mike faced her. Hanna liked that he was quite a bit taller—Lucas had been about her height, and Sean,
her
ex-ex, had been a tad shorter. “So this was almost as fun as when I go out with my hookers,” Mike
announced.