“Thank you for stepping in front of my husband.” Agu smiled tiredly. “I was already beaten up. I had nothing to lose.” Adaora laughed, still holding his hand. “Is that the only reason?” He grasped hers now. “Thank you for cleaning the cut on my face,” he said. He leaned forward and she did not lean away. It was a sweet kiss. So sweet that neither of them noticed the car that slowly drove by on Agu’s side.
