My curiosity got the better of me, and I asked timidly, “How long?” Hoisting a twelve-pack of Coke off a bottom shelf, he slid it onto the bottom of the cart and straightened, looking right at me. “How long have I been caught up on you and unable to even look at another woman?” His tone was void of emotion, but his words were passion-doused daggers. “A year and a half.”
