After we dried off, we dressed in jeans and sweaters, and rushed out into the cool, August air. On the sidewalk, Logan whistled loudly and a cab pulled to an abrupt stop.

"Nice trick!"

He laughed as he placed his arm around my waist. "Come on." He opened the back door of the cab for me, and I slid in first with Logan right behind me.

"Where to?" an East Indian man with kind eyes asked.

"Tiffany's," Logan said as he looked into my eyes.

A smile ...