up," S.T. said.
She felt a glow of warmth at his deep voice, the husky tones that he gave to even a simple saying of her name. Where it came to this man, she could see she was rapidly losing all reason. They hadn’t yet made love but she knew that was going to happen and not in the distant future.
"I'm glad you didn't," she said, recognizing the huskiness in her own voice.
"I was hoping I could catch you before you headed back to Soul's," he said.
"Why?"
"Because I have been thinking about it. I really don’t want you to go."
"So you aren’t going?" she asked, shifting the receiver so she could unload her camera bag and purse, then shrug out of her damp coat.
"I have to but you don’t. There's no reason for you to go."
"Oh really," she teased sitting on the bed. "How long do they say this rain is going to last?"
"It's Oregon. Who ever knows," he said. "You are afraid of him. You told me so." She smiled at his refusal to be put off by small talk.
"Yes, and you ought to be too, but I've been afraid before and it hasn't stopped me."
"Use commonsense," he retorted, his voice impatient.
"I resent that. What about you? Are you using commonsense?"
There was a silence. "I can do this better if I don't have to worry about you," he said finally.
“I have thought about this also. I think you need me to be there... I'm trusting you to do what you have to, why can't you trust me?"
She heard his growl of frustration. "Geesus, I hate arguing with a woman.”
"Arguing isn't much fun anyway you go about it," she said. “How was your day?"
"Busy... frustrating... I kept thinking about you."
She smiled. “How many hours on the rack did it take to get that confession out of you?"
"Just a good workout at the gym," he muttered.
"It will be okay for us to both go,” she said, not believing it. “It seems you have to do it and I think I can help.”
"Will you at least promise to be careful down there? Make sure he never guesses you are interested in what happened to Shonna."
"Of course, I’ll be careful. Can you say the same?"
"It’s not like I want to put time into doing this, but I can’t think of another way. I will watch my back."
"You actually have a smattering of survival instinct?"
"Thanks," he retorted. "When will you come?"
"You’re going in the morning?"
“Afternoon. He asked me to stay through the week-end. It ought to give me time to find out whatever I'm going to."
She didn’t like that. She had hoped he’d stay elsewhere. She bit her lip. "All right, I suppose it would be too coincidental if we both showed up at the same time. I'll wait until the next morning. I developed the film today. I'll call him tomorrow and let him know when I'm coming."
There was another silence. "Don’t stay long. Just in and out, okay. No staying overnight.”
“You are too much,” she said forcing a small laugh.
“You said he’s dangerous.”
“I think he is but I think it’s you he wants.”
“You a psychic?”
“I have my moments.”
“And this is one of them?”
“It doesn’t take being one to see how this all is coming together with you the one in the lens. I think there is something very wrong down there—psychic or otherwise.”
“He wants me to design a building and put it up for him. If he wants me to do his work, he’s not likely to be a danger to me.”
"I really don’t like this. Really. I know you are thinking I’m silly but please watch yourself, Storm. We have barely gotten to know each other. I’d like to see that we get that time."
"Of course, and don't call me that by mistake around Soul."
"But I can otherwise?"
"If you like, I guess that's up to you." His voice had grown husky again.
"I do like."
There was a silence. "Good night, baby. See you soon." Then the connection was broken, except it wasn't, not really. She stared at the phone in her hand. She had never known a connection like she had with this man. What was it?
She lay back on her bed, aware of tears in
She felt a glow of warmth at his deep voice, the husky tones that he gave to even a simple saying of her name. Where it came to this man, she could see she was rapidly losing all reason. They hadn’t yet made love but she knew that was going to happen and not in the distant future.
"I'm glad you didn't," she said, recognizing the huskiness in her own voice.
"I was hoping I could catch you before you headed back to Soul's," he said.
"Why?"
"Because I have been thinking about it. I really don’t want you to go."
"So you aren’t going?" she asked, shifting the receiver so she could unload her camera bag and purse, then shrug out of her damp coat.
"I have to but you don’t. There's no reason for you to go."
"Oh really," she teased sitting on the bed. "How long do they say this rain is going to last?"
"It's Oregon. Who ever knows," he said. "You are afraid of him. You told me so." She smiled at his refusal to be put off by small talk.
"Yes, and you ought to be too, but I've been afraid before and it hasn't stopped me."
"Use commonsense," he retorted, his voice impatient.
"I resent that. What about you? Are you using commonsense?"
There was a silence. "I can do this better if I don't have to worry about you," he said finally.
“I have thought about this also. I think you need me to be there... I'm trusting you to do what you have to, why can't you trust me?"
She heard his growl of frustration. "Geesus, I hate arguing with a woman.”
"Arguing isn't much fun anyway you go about it," she said. “How was your day?"
"Busy... frustrating... I kept thinking about you."
She smiled. “How many hours on the rack did it take to get that confession out of you?"
"Just a good workout at the gym," he muttered.
"It will be okay for us to both go,” she said, not believing it. “It seems you have to do it and I think I can help.”
"Will you at least promise to be careful down there? Make sure he never guesses you are interested in what happened to Shonna."
"Of course, I’ll be careful. Can you say the same?"
"It’s not like I want to put time into doing this, but I can’t think of another way. I will watch my back."
"You actually have a smattering of survival instinct?"
"Thanks," he retorted. "When will you come?"
"You’re going in the morning?"
“Afternoon. He asked me to stay through the week-end. It ought to give me time to find out whatever I'm going to."
She didn’t like that. She had hoped he’d stay elsewhere. She bit her lip. "All right, I suppose it would be too coincidental if we both showed up at the same time. I'll wait until the next morning. I developed the film today. I'll call him tomorrow and let him know when I'm coming."
There was another silence. "Don’t stay long. Just in and out, okay. No staying overnight.”
“You are too much,” she said forcing a small laugh.
“You said he’s dangerous.”
“I think he is but I think it’s you he wants.”
“You a psychic?”
“I have my moments.”
“And this is one of them?”
“It doesn’t take being one to see how this all is coming together with you the one in the lens. I think there is something very wrong down there—psychic or otherwise.”
“He wants me to design a building and put it up for him. If he wants me to do his work, he’s not likely to be a danger to me.”
"I really don’t like this. Really. I know you are thinking I’m silly but please watch yourself, Storm. We have barely gotten to know each other. I’d like to see that we get that time."
"Of course, and don't call me that by mistake around Soul."
"But I can otherwise?"
"If you like, I guess that's up to you." His voice had grown husky again.
"I do like."
There was a silence. "Good night, baby. See you soon." Then the connection was broken, except it wasn't, not really. She stared at the phone in her hand. She had never known a connection like she had with this man. What was it?
She lay back on her bed, aware of tears in
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