Tate was sprawled across the bed in his robe early the next morning when the sound of the front door opening penetrated his mind. There was an unholy commotion out there and his head was still throbbing, despite a bath, several cups of coffee and a handful of aspirin that had been forced on him the day before by two men he'd thought were his friends. He didn't want to sober up. He only wanted to forget that Cecily didn't want him anymore.
He dragged himself off the bed and went into the living room, just in time to hear the door close.
Cecily and her suitcase were standing with mutual rigidity just inside the front door. She was wearing a dress and boots and a coat and hat, red-faced and muttering words Tate had never heard her use before.
He scowled. "How did you get here?" he asked.
"Your boss brought me!" she raged. "He and that turncoat Colby Lane and two bodyguards, one of whom was the female counterpart of Ivan the Terrible! They forcibly dressed me and packed me and flew me up here on Mr. Hutton's Learjet! When I refused to get out of the car, the male bodyguard swept me up and carried me here! I am going to kill people as soon as I get my breath and my wits back, and I am starting with you!"
He leaned against the wall, still bleary-eyed and only half awake. She was beautiful with her body gently swollen and her lips pouting and her green eye sin their big-lensed frames glittering at him.
She registered after a minute that he wasn't himself. "What's the matter with you?" she asked abruptly.
He didn't answer. He put a hand to his head.
"You're drunk!" she exclaimed in shock.
"I have been," he replied in a subdued tone. "For about a week, I think. Pierce and Colby got my landlord to let them in yesterday." She smiled dimly. "I'd made some threats about what I'd do if he ever let anybody else into my apartment, after he let Audrey in the last time. I guess he believed them, because Colby had to flash his company ID to get in." He chuckled weakly. "Nothing intimidates the masses like a CIA badge, even if it isn't current."
"You've been drunk?" She moved a little closer into the apartment. "But, Tate, you don't…you don't drink," she said.
"I do now. The mother of my child won't marry me," he said simply.
"I said you could have access…"
His black eyes slid over her body like caressing hands. He'd missed her unbearably. Just the sight of her was calming now. "So you did."
Why did the feel guilty, for God's sake, she wondered. She tried to recapture her former outrage. "I've been kidnapped!"
"Apparently. Don't look at me. Until today, I was too stoned to lift my head." He looked around. "I guess they threw out the beer cans and the pizza boxes," he murmured. "Pity. I think there was a slice of pizza left." He sighed. "I'm hungry. I haven't eaten since yesterday."
"Yesterday!
He dragged himself off the bed and went into the living room, just in time to hear the door close.
Cecily and her suitcase were standing with mutual rigidity just inside the front door. She was wearing a dress and boots and a coat and hat, red-faced and muttering words Tate had never heard her use before.
He scowled. "How did you get here?" he asked.
"Your boss brought me!" she raged. "He and that turncoat Colby Lane and two bodyguards, one of whom was the female counterpart of Ivan the Terrible! They forcibly dressed me and packed me and flew me up here on Mr. Hutton's Learjet! When I refused to get out of the car, the male bodyguard swept me up and carried me here! I am going to kill people as soon as I get my breath and my wits back, and I am starting with you!"
He leaned against the wall, still bleary-eyed and only half awake. She was beautiful with her body gently swollen and her lips pouting and her green eye sin their big-lensed frames glittering at him.
She registered after a minute that he wasn't himself. "What's the matter with you?" she asked abruptly.
He didn't answer. He put a hand to his head.
"You're drunk!" she exclaimed in shock.
"I have been," he replied in a subdued tone. "For about a week, I think. Pierce and Colby got my landlord to let them in yesterday." She smiled dimly. "I'd made some threats about what I'd do if he ever let anybody else into my apartment, after he let Audrey in the last time. I guess he believed them, because Colby had to flash his company ID to get in." He chuckled weakly. "Nothing intimidates the masses like a CIA badge, even if it isn't current."
"You've been drunk?" She moved a little closer into the apartment. "But, Tate, you don't…you don't drink," she said.
"I do now. The mother of my child won't marry me," he said simply.
"I said you could have access…"
His black eyes slid over her body like caressing hands. He'd missed her unbearably. Just the sight of her was calming now. "So you did."
Why did the feel guilty, for God's sake, she wondered. She tried to recapture her former outrage. "I've been kidnapped!"
"Apparently. Don't look at me. Until today, I was too stoned to lift my head." He looked around. "I guess they threw out the beer cans and the pizza boxes," he murmured. "Pity. I think there was a slice of pizza left." He sighed. "I'm hungry. I haven't eaten since yesterday."
"Yesterday!
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