She turned her head and with her free hand pulled my face to hers and kissed me.“I know what you’re thinking, Paul. I won’t be seeing this in De...ver.”“I wasn’t going to say it, but I was hoping you’d think that I was going to say it. Do you know what my first thought was when I saw this?”“Let me guess, cut down the trees and move into the last hogan.”“Sometimes you scare me. Do I have any thoughts that you can’t read?”“I’m not going to tell you that. But in case you haven’t thought about it, I. He nodded and started a very circuitous route back to where we were staying. I looked out the window at the passing scenery before feeling Liz’s gaze on the back of my neck.“What?” I asked.“You seem to be the one making all the changes to his life,” she said.“For now,” I said with a shrug. “As things go forward, we’ll each move closer to the center of where we’re comfortable.”Liz nodded her agreement.“It’s what couples do,” I added. “Right now, we’re two individuals that enjoy each other’s. He blinked, moistened his mouth a bit, swallowed, and waited for the pain to clear. Trying again, he was able to see Ernesto mouthing words at him. He thought the words were "my shoe" ... he mouthed the words back and Ernesto nodded slightly. Steve slowly bent his legs and eased himself down where he could reach Ernesto's street shoes. He pulled the lace on one loose, and pulled the tongue forward, feeling behind it. There was a small, flat pocket there. He could feel something inside. In. I stand and watch it for a minute, then realize that I might be attracting attention. I don’t want that. Not tonight. So I cross the street and walk up the stairs and onto the porch, trying to look nonchalant.I test the handle on the front door. It isn’t locked, and it swings open. I step inside, closing the door behind me. To my right, a staircase leads up to the upper unit. To my left, there is another door. I put my hand on the knob and turn it carefully, willing the deadbolt to be unlocked..