Lydia shook her head. “Only at first. I made it clear I’d set everything up, hire the right people, then step back and make it a part-time job.”
“I hope you can get some time off this summer.”
Lydia looked at him. In the darkness, she couldn’t read his expression. “I suppose that can be arranged. Why do you ask?”
“I thought we’d take a trip somewhere.”
Lydia stared at him. “Really?”
“Really. Time rushes by and I don’t want to waste any of it.”
Lydia grinned. “That doesn’t sound like ‘let’s-go-slow Molina.’”
He grabbed her and held her close. “The fear of losing you shoved the other fear out the window.” He stepped back to gaze into her eyes. “Besides, I need a break from work.” He took her in his arms again and kissed her, slowly and deliberately.
When she could speak, Lydia said, “Let’s go to a place where people are kind to each other, and homicide is something they read about in books.”