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Show 41. one ever dropped in at room 204 uninvited. "Gross Beck," they called Him behind his back. By the time JD met Gayle at the east door, the one exit where they could sneak out to the parking lot for lunch, he had decided not to tell her anything about the UFO. Not yet. Maybe tonight or tomorrow night-after work. They didn't open their lunches until they'd restored and nourished themselves with a long embrace and a dozen kisses. "Who needs to eat?" JD whispered at Gayle's ear. "Ummm, not me," she snuggled closer. "It was a long weekend." "Bet you didn't think of me once," he teased, privately acknowledging his own guilt. "Twice!" she laughed, pulling away and reaching to the back seat for their paper sacks. "Friday night when mother and I ate at the Inn," she opened her own lunch and retrieved an apple, "and Saturday when I bought a new outfit. Two times! Not bad, huh?" "Wow, I'm overwhelmed!" "Did you and Wilcox find the elk herd?" "Chic couldn't go. I took Stephanie." JD started on his ham sandwich. "Really? She went with you? I bet that was kind of an ordeal for her." JD didn't answer. "What'd you guys do all that time? Just run around looking for elk? Sounds awful!" "Well . . ." JD frowned, "we got some pictures . . . sort of." What could he say? "The mountains are great this time of year, Gayle," he pushed on with it, trying to sound enthusiastic. "Someday I want to take you up there." "Thanks anyway!" she wrinkled her nose in distaste. "Hey, did I tell you we're going to Phoenix at Christmas?" "You said you might." "Dad's decided for sure. We've written our cousins and everything." JD was glad to be talking about he£ plans, relieved that it didn't take much encouragement to keep her on the subject. By the time they finished eating it was one o'clock, cause for a quick scramble to sort out their books. Then, hand in hand, leaping across the snow, they ran back to the building. JD congratulated himself. It wasn't always this |