of regret at that realization. He didnât understand why. He didnât even like the woman. Still, he might have been open to a little seduction.
âGood evening,â he said when she paused in her yelling to take a breath. He found himself gaping again, as Kate C. Leever whirled around to face him.
âYou! I thoughtâ¦â She turned to the locked office door, then back to him. âThis door is locked. I thought you were in there, and when you didnât answer, Iâ¦â Her voice trailed away as she took in his expression. Suddenly self-conscious, she pulled the edges of her ratty old robe together as if he might be trying to catch a better look at the flannel nightgown showing at the neckline. âIs something wrong?â
Lucern couldnât help it; he knew it was rude, but he couldnât stop the words from blurting through his lips. âDear God! What is that goop on your face?â
Kate immediately let go of her robe and pressed both hands to her face, her mouth forming an alarmed âOhâ as she recalled and tried to hide the dry green mask.
It was obviously some sort of beauty treatment, Lucern deduced, but Kate didnât stick around to explain exactly what sort. Turning on her heel, she fled back to the guest room and closed the door. After a heartbeat, she called in a strained voice, âIâm glad youâre all right. Mostly. I was worried when you didnât answer my knock. Iâll check on you again in an hour.â
Silence then filled the hall.
Lucern waited a moment, but when he didnât hear the sound of footsteps moving away from the door, he decided she was waiting for some sort of response. â No â was the first response that came to mind. He didnât want her checking on him. He didnât want her here at all. But he found he couldnât tell her that. Sheâd appeared terribly embarrassed to be caught looking as she had, and really he couldnât blame her; sheâd looked awful in a cute, bunny type way.
He smiled to himself at the memory of her standing there in his hall looking like hell. Kate had looked badâbut in the sort of adorable way that made him want to hug herâ¦until heâd seen the cracking green mask on her face.
Lucern decided not to further distress her with the ânoâ she no doubt expected and instead called out âGood-nightâ in an uncomfortably gruff voice. As he moved to his office door and unlocked it, he heard a little sigh from the other side of her door, then a very small âgood-nightâ in return. Her soft footsteps padded away. She was going to bed, he thought.
There came a snap, and light fingered its way out from under the guest room door. Lucern paused. Why were the lights on? Was she resetting her alarm clock for an hour from now? The silly woman really did intend to check on him every hour!
Shaking his head, he stepped into his office and flicked on the lights. Heâd give her fifteen minutes to fall asleep and then go in and turn off the alarm clock. The last thing he needed was for her to be pestering him all night. Although it did occur to him that if she didnât sleep much tonight, she would probably sleeplonger in the morning to make up for it, which would give her less time to nose around on her own while he was sleeping.
No, he decided. Sheâd said she wouldnât poke around, and he believed her.
Mostly.
Chapter Three
Kate poked around.
She didnât mean to. In fact, she had made plans for the day which definitely did not include poking aroundâbut, well, the best-laid plans and all that. They always went awry.
Kate woke up at ten a.m. Her first thought was to wonder where she was. Her second thoughtâonce she recalled where she was and whyâwas âOh, shit, the alarm didnât go off.â Sitting up in bed, she reached for the alarm clock to look it over. It was set to the off position. Kate frowned