on.
He was
totally mad! She should have known he was crazy when he suggested they break
into a state run facility to steal her records.
Why had
she allowed him to talk her in to this?
She
stiffened when the light came on, expecting any moment to hear Mrs. Townsend’s
screech. Instead, after a few moments, the light was turned off again and she
heard the retreat of the heels across the office floor.
It
wasn’t until total silence reigned once more that Nariko realized Savage was in
no great hurry to pull away from her and break the kiss. Her lips throbbed from
the pressure of his mouth, sending inappropriate signals to places that had no
business getting calls in this sort of situation. Finally, however, he lifted
his lips from hers and stepped back.
Nariko
was too stunned to fully appreciate the kiss they’d just shared. In fact, she
couldn’t remember doing anything but standing there with her mouth hanging open
as he plundered it. Vaguely, she could taste him on her tongue--sweet with a
bite, like sugared mint. She looked up at him in the dimness, gasping for air,
not quite believing what just happened. "She didn’t see us. How could she
not have seen us?"
A faint
smile curled his lips. "They’ll hear us if you aren’t quiet."
Nariko’s
jaw dropped when she realized what he was suggesting--thought he was suggesting, that she wanted to him to use his ‘trick’ again.
Glaring at him, she led the way from the office and down the stairs. She didn’t
know whether she was more relieved or disappointed when they emerged from the
building without further incident.
"All
right," she demanded as soon as they’d gotten in the car and Savage laid the papers from her file on the seat between them,
"how did you do that?"
Savage
started the car. "I opened my mouth and stuck my tongue in yours," he
said coolly.
She
blushed furiously. "That’s not what I meant!"
"She
didn’t see us. That’s all that really matters, isn’t it?"
"I
just don’t understand how she could’ve failed to see us, that’s all! We were in plain sight."
"You
weren’t. I was between you and her. I was very still. I blended with the
background."
Nariko
gave him a look. It was true that he was wearing dark clothing, but she wasn’t
buying it. On the other hand, she couldn’t think of an explanation that
actually made any sense and puzzled over it most of the way back to her place
until her focus shifted to the file.
When
they’d parked in front of her apartment, they both got out and headed for the door without a word, but Nariko, at least, felt a
strange sense of unreality settle over her.
In one
sense, she felt surprisingly comfortable around Dr. Savage, considering the
fact that she hardly knew him. She did hardly know him, however, which was why
it made reality seem just a little skewed that Dr. Savage presumed his welcome
in her home like a long time acquaintance.
And then
there was that kiss and grope thing. She didn’t know
how he’d felt about it, but her knees still felt like they were filled with
jelly instead of bone and cartilage. She supposed he thought that had been a
good way to get her quiet fast and keep her that way until the threat had
passed, but had he done it purely out of necessity? Or had it made him feel all
hot and bothered like it had her?
If it
had, she had to admit he hid it very well.
Once
she’d unlocked the door to the apartment, he headed for her couch, dropped the
file on the coffee table, opened it and began studying the pages inside. More
than a little disconcerted, Nariko watched him for a few moments and finally
followed him, settling next to him on the couch and picking up each page and
studying it as he discarded it.
Most of
it was pretty boring, even to her. There were
Marguerite Henry, Bonnie Shields