Yeah.
He leaned down to sample her lips, then lifted a glass of wine to them.
Better?
It's wonderful.
He tipped the glass so that a few drops of wine spilled on her shoulder.
Oops.
Better clean that up.
He did so with a lingering lick of his tongue.
What do I have
to do to convince you to stay?
She forgot the food and rolled into his arms.
You just did.
In the morning, the mists had cleared. Nathaniel watched Megan pin up her hair in a beam of sunlight. It seemed only right that he move behind her and press his lips to the base of her neck.
He thought it was a sweetly ordinary, sweetly intimate gesture that could become a habit.
I love the way you polish yourself up, sugar.
Polish myself up?
Her curious eyes met his in the glass. She had on the same tailored suit she'd worn the day before not slightly wrinkled. Her makeup was sketchy at best, courtesy of the small emergency cosmetic kit she carried in her
purse, and her hair was giving her trouble, as she'd lost half of her pins.
Like you are now. Like some pretty little cupcake behind the bakery window.
Cupcake.
She nearly choked.
I'm certainly not a cupcake.
I've got a real sweet tooth.
To prove it, he nibbled his way to her ear.
I've noticed.
She turned, but put her hands against his chest to hold him off.
I
have to go.
Yeah, me too. I don't suppose I could talk you into coming with me.
To sight whales?
She cocked her head.
No more than I could talk you into sitting with me in my office ail day, running figures.
He winced.
Guess not. How about tonight?
She yearned, wished, longed.
I have to think of Kevin. I can't spend my nights here with you while he spends them somewhere else.
I had that figured. I was thinking if you were to leave your terrace doors open...
You could come sneaking in?
she asked archly.
More or less.
Good thinking.
She laughed and drew away.
Now, are you going to drive me
back to my car?
Looks that way.
He took her hand, holding it as they walked downstairs.
Megan...
He hated to bring it up when the sun was shining and his mood was light.
If you hear from Dumont, if he tries to see you or Kevin, if he calls, sends a damn smoke signal, does anything, I want you to tell me.