shoulder. âHad dinner with an old friend of mine. I want to tell you about it.â
She angled her body on the couch to face him.
âStan and I went to college in Philly togetherâ¦.â
Stephanie was visibly moved when Tony finished. âIâm so sorry.â She squeezed his hand. âFrom what you said he seems to be taking it well.â
âYeah,â he breathed. He shook his head in sadness. âJust so hard to believe when itâs someone you know.â He paused a moment. âStan wants me to work with him.â
Stephanie frowned in confusion. âWork with him? How, doing what?â
He told her about Stanâs tours and speaking engagements. âWhat he wants to do is to create a visual campaign, one for teens and one for adults. And he wants me to put it together.â
âThatâs wonderful. If anyone can capture emotion and the essence of an issue itâs you.â She put her hand on his thigh. âYouâre going to do it, arenât you?â
âThatâs the part I want to talk to you about. In order for me to do it the way it needs to be done, Iâm going to have to start traveling a lot. Iâd be gone for long periods of time.â
âOh.â
âAre you okay with that?â
Stephanie looked away. Sheâd be alone. She wouldnât be able to run to him like tonight when she couldnât stand the idea of spending the night alone hoping that the phone didnât ring. But at the same time sheâd been ambivalent about a real commitment on her part. She couldnât have it both ways. It wasnât fair to Tony.
âSure, why wouldnât I be? This is something you need to do. Itâs important. Weâll just make up for lost time when youâre in town.â
He searched her face, hoping to see somethingâwhat, he wasnât sure. âGood. Glad youâre cool with it.â He pushed up and stood. âWant something to drink? Iâm going to get a beer.â
âNo. Iâm good.â
He walked into the kitchen. What did he expect her to say? He took a beer from the fridge, opened it, and took a swallow. Did he really think she was going to say she didnât want him to do it? What he did want her to say was that it was going to be hard with him not being around, that she was going to miss himâsomething. He blew out a breath. But that wasnât Stephanie. She wasnât the needy, clinging type or overly affectionateâat least not with words.
âHey, Tony, Iâm going to change the CDs, okay?â she called out.
âSure. Whatever you want.â He joined her in the room. Sheâd put on a Luther CD, Live at Radio City: âA House Is Not a Homeâ was playing. She turned toward him and held out her hand. âDance with me.â
He approached, a seductive smile on his mouth. He took her in his arms and held her close. The music, the silky smoothness of the croonerâs voice wrapped around them like a cocoon.
Stephanie pressed her head against the curve of his neck and inhaled his clean soap and water scent. Her eyes drifted closed as they moved in unison with the music.
âIâm glad you came,â he said.
âSo am I.â She tilted her head back and looked at him. Her heart knocked in her chest.
âI missed you,â he said softly.
âHow much?â
Tony held her tighter. âVery. Canât you tell?â He gave her a wicked grin.
âI do believe I get your point.â She kissed him lightly on the mouth.
His hands stroked her back in slow up-and-down motions as they danced. She moved even closer, and a soft moan escaped her lips.
He reached down to the hem of her shirt and pulled it up and over her head, only to discover much to his delight that she wore nothing underneath. He tossed the shirt onto the couch. His gaze raked over her. âYou are so beautiful.â
She unfastened his