![]() ![]() ![]() If she’ll even let me into her apartment. ![]() Looking at the bright side, when he finally got there, given the time of night and the fact that they both had an eight o’clock class, he’d have to stay over. Coreen packed a lot of punch for a woman barely five foot two.īe there by 12:30 or forget it, she’d said, completely ignoring the fact that on Sunday the Toronto Transit Commission, the ubiquitous TTC, drastically cut back on the number of trains and at this hour he’d be lucky to get the last one they ran. His lips curled up into a smile almost without him willing the motion the flip side of that temper made all the effort of staying on the roller coaster worthwhile. Maintaining a relationship with Coreen might be time- consuming, but it sure as hell wasn’t boring. It had taken two hours of arguing on the phone to get her to agree to a meeting. Thirteen minutes to get from Eglinton West to Wilson Station, six blocks worth of bus ride, and then a three block run to Coreen’s. He shifted his scowl to the LED clock hanging from the ceiling. All things considered, neutral ground might have been a better idea. ![]() His hands were freezing, he was in a bitch of a bad mood, and he had no idea why he’d agreed to meet Coreen at her apartment. IAN SHOVED HIS HANDS deep in his pockets and scowled down the length of the empty subway platform. ![]()
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