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photographers were just ones that heard about it on the scanner.  Reporters are notoriously nosey, you know.”
    I nodded like I knew all about reporters. 
    “No more questions?” he asked more gently.
    “Well, it just took you a long time to get here,” I finally said, wincing at the pout in my voice.  “I thought maybe you were...catching up...with friends...or something.”  Again, the words bypassed my brain on the way out my mouth.
    Blane went still for a moment, thinking, before he saw through me.  “You mean Kandi,” he said flatly.
    I was glad he couldn't see my face since I could feel my skin heat in embarrassment.  A part of me could not believe I was acting out the cliché role of jealous girlfriend, especially after the events of tonight, but I couldn't make the little voice inside my head shut up, so I went into denial mode.
    “No, of course not,” I stammered in protest, pulling away from him.  “I meant...you know...the Senator...and his wife,” I finished.  His eyes glittered in the shadows as he watched me squirm.
    “Is that why you left?” he asked.  “Because I was dancing with her?”  His voice had taken on that flat edge which made me nervous.  When I didn't answer, his fingers lightly grasped my chin and lifted it so our eyes met.  I cringed at the anger I saw there.
    “It was unavoidable,” he explained tightly, “and meant nothing.  I would have told you that if you'd asked, rather than leaving and nearly getting yourself killed.”
    “Sometimes I can be a little...spontaneous,” I weakly defended myself, relieved to hear that the dance hadn't been something more.  I told the little voice in my head to shut the hell up.  I held my breath as I waited to see what he'd do, then relaxed when his lips finally twitched in an almost smile.
    “Impetuous, you mean,” he said dryly.
    “Perhaps,” I agreed without malice.  “Am I forgiven?”  I cuddled back into the warmth of his arms which came up automatically to wrap around my waist and pull me onto his lap.  Pressing my nose into the crook of his neck, I inhaled, the remnants of his cologne still lingered on his skin.  His hand rose to cup my breast, his thumb brushing against the nipple through the thin cotton of my t-shirt.  My body tightened in response, already conditioned to his touch.
    “You owe me,” he said, his voice rougher now.  “And don't think I won't collect once you're feeling better.” 
    I shivered at the promise and threat in his voice.  “You know, for a knight in shining armor, you're not very gallant,” I teased.
    “Knights are overrated,” he replied, picking me off his lap and putting me back down on the pillows.  He straightened and I sat up again as well, reaching for his hand.  His warm, callused fingers engulfed mine.
    “Stay tonight?” I asked.  We didn't make a habit of staying over at each other's places.  I guess I was still a bit old-fashioned in some ways, but I felt he should have his home and I should have mine.  However, tonight I wanted him here. 
    “Of course,” he said, placing a kiss on the top of my head before gently pushing me back down on the mattress.  I watched as he stood and stripped off his stained shirt and slacks before sliding into bed with me.  He pulled me back toward him spoon-fashion, draping an arm over my waist.  I threaded my fingers through his and sighed contentedly.
    “Are you feeling alright?” he asked, his warm breath brushing my ear.  “He didn't hurt you badly, did he?”
    I shook my head.  “I'm fine.  A little sore, that's all.”
    His grip tightened on my hand, but he didn't say anything else.  My mind drifted and I sleepily wondered if this was what it would be like to be married.  I immediately scolded myself for even thinking such a thing - we'd only been dating for a short while. Fact was though that I really liked having someone to be with, someone to talk to about my day, someone to hold me at night.  I