Texas Tango: A Flint Rock Novel (22 page)

Ava looked at her watch.
 
“I have to get back for my last appointment of the day.”
 
She pushed her chair back.
 
Flint stood too, hugged Ava tightly.
 
She walked away smiling, tears making her face wet.

Flint picked up the card Ava had placed on the table, slipped it into his shirt pocket, paid Shana, left her a ridiculously large tip.
 
As he turned to leave, his new smart phone signaled a call.
 
It was Laura Syms saying that Ava had just phoned her.

“Hey, since you are already at the Driskill, let’s have a drink.
 
I’m almost back from saving the Alamo.
 
I can be there in ten minutes.
 
Unless you are too tied up.”

“Never too tied up for a woman who’ll do to ride the river with,” Flint said.
 
“What shall I tell Shana you want to drink?”

“A margarita!”

Shana touched Flint’s sleeve, handed him a fresh iced tea, said “she’ll want a frozen margarita, rimmed with lime and salt on the glass.”

Flint smiled, said thanks, sat back down.