Secret Agent?” Sylva asked.Glade smiled, “Shaken, not stirred.”His “martini” consisted of rum and coke because that’s what I had. I did pl...p in an olive, though. He chuckled as I handed it to him, kissed him, and then ran upstairs to prepare.Sylva and I hurriedly taped the “Secret Underground Lair” sign to my bedroom door and rushed inside to get ready. Both of my legs and one arm were shackled to the bed; I had enough freedom to move around but couldn’t escape unless I undid the three. “Doctor’s appointment,” she said.I covered my eyes. A day that I had been looking forward to for weeks had somehow slipped from my mind.“I don’t have time for that today!” I groaned.“Time for what?” Liz asked.“Travis has a doctor’s appointment,” Brea answered.“Is it Friday already?” Liz asked, looking at me for confirmation of the day of the week.“It’s Friday already,” Brea replied for me. “Dr. Davis is expecting him at nine-thirty.”“It’s on both of your calendars,” Skye noted. She had arrived. Oh well. No matter. It gave me an excuse to see Cindy. I opened the unlocked front door and went through the arch into the kitchen. I figured Cindy would be there. She was turning towards me, having heard the door open and close. She smiled as she wiped her hands on her apron. I went right to her and put my hands on her waist. I lifted her up in the air as she giggled like a young girl. Then I let her down and my lips met hers. I was greedy. I wanted her, and the way she bent her body into mine. It had been clear that he wasn't going to be of much help in the packing and loading and moving.Cleaning out his apartment would be an extremely painful chore. As close to Dave's pain as Shae had been, she even had doubts she could handle it. There was a lot of Julie in the apartment -- her clothes, personal items, and jewelry, of course, but even toiletries. For that matter, even the furniture would carry memories of her; no matter how many times they were washed, the sheets of the bed would.