Blind Seduction by T Hammond Page A

me
as Bas indicated another item. “It was on the kitchen
table.”
     
    “Hold on a sec, Bas. Red doesn't know the name for
this. Let me ask him a few questions first.”
     
    “Red, is it big or small?”
     
    He considered this for a moment and asked, “Compared to what?”
     
    I chuckled, “I'll try to be more specific. Is it a
decoration?”
     
    “ No.”
     
    “Have you seen me or Ken use it before?”
     
    “ Yes.”
     
    “How did we use it?”
     
    “ Ken made it in pieces and he put his glass on a
piece when he was in the chair by the window.”
     
    I considered the possible items which would be on the
kitchen table. “Ah, it’s called a coaster. There are six pieces in
a holder. When we use coasters, we take a piece, a coaster, out of
the holder and put it under our cup or glass. It protects the
furniture. It’s like the mat we have on the floor under your food
and water dishes to protect the floor from drips.”
     
    Bas' hand must have moved over something else.
“ It’s a picture of you and Janey. He took it out of his
wallet.”
     
    It struck me as odd Bas had a picture of Janey and me
which he carried around with him, until I remembered him saying
something about all the pictures his sister sent had both of us in
them. “Red says you're pointing at a picture from your wallet,” I
said by way of identifying the object. “I'm surprised you didn't
chop off the half with me in it.”
     
    Bas' voice was quiet, “You seem to have this
preconceived idea that I hate you, or something. It's a nice
picture. Of both of you,” he added. “Janey sent it a few years ago
when I was overseas.”
     
    “ He's pointing at a box,” Red told me, to let
me know the game continued. “I don't know what it is, but it was
next to your purse on the kitchen counter.”
     
    I ran the limited possibilities through my brain, “Oh
crap!” I said, “Please tell me I didn't leave what I think I did on
the counter.” Unfortunately, if it was next to my purse, there was
only one answer since I was at the store to buy a personal
lubricant. “I left the Astro-Glide next to my purse.” I muttered,
more to myself than in identification. “Really, Sebastian? Couldn't
you have grabbed a spoon or something instead?”
     
    “Truthfully, I never thought you'd get this far into
the guessing game, and come on, it was right there.”
     
    He was laughing at me. In good humor, and not
spitefully, which was a positive. I can't say I blamed him, I
handed him the ammunition. Speaking of which... I soooo did not
want to have a talk about the things I shared with Cat. This really
was the perfect opening though.
     
    “Sebastian,” I started, “I need to talk with you
about the stuff I said when I was at Janey's on Tuesday.”
     

Chapter Eleven
     
    Aww man, how do you even begin a conversation like
this? Well, I always have been a “jump right in” kinda gal.
Cannonball!
     
    “You do realize I didn't know there was anyone at
Janey's the other morning. Right?”
     
    “Yeah,” he replied, sounding as uncomfortable as I
was, “it didn't take me long to catch on.” There was amusement in
his voice. “Is it a habit? I mean, the going to Janey's house so
you can talk to Cat? I think it was very nice of you to give her a
heads up she was in for a sleepless night.”
     
    I made a quick replay of my Cat chat and felt mildly
relieved he apparently came into the conversation AFTER I cataloged
the nightstand drawer.
     
    “I woke up a little before you got to that part.”
     
    … orrrr not. I took a fortifying swallow of coffee
and swung my legs to the floor. Huh, I wonder where the dog went
to? Reaching forward, I placed the mug on the coffee table then put
my elbows on my knees and cradled my head in my hands. We were both
adults, right? Granted, Bas had a hell of a lot more experience,
and one would presume at this point he was pretty jaded. While I
was terribly embarrassed, he was probably mildly entertained by