Popping the passenger side door, I turn around to see him already standing. We reach for each other at the same time, me automatically putting a steadying arm around his low back, and him clutching my shoulder. He leans against me, hard; unthinkingly, I turn my head and brush the barest hint of a kiss across his temple. It’s not until he’s in the car, door closed, and I’m returning the wheelchair to the lobby that I see the cell phones.
