apartment.' He had thought about her-as she had thought about him? It weakened her anger-briefly. No doubt he'd only thought of her in the context of when the Dickens she was going to contact him. `I never gave thought that you might be living it up somewhere. It annoyed me that I'd made several phone calls to you this evening and that it was gone midnight before you came home.'
Elexa studied the tall, grey-eyed, stern-faced man in front of her. They had spoken of honesty with each other and, in hisapology, he couldn't have been more honest. `The party was just getting going when I left.'
`You weren't enjoying it?'
She smiled. Against her will, she smiled. `Does that please you?"
'Why should you have all the fun?"
'While you slave?Er...' She hesitated. `Do I take it that you haven't partied recently?' Noah gave her a steady look. `If you're asking have I taken anybody out since we married, then the answer is that I haven't. Nor do I intend to while we are married.'
Elexa stared at him for a moment or two, and then found she was asking, 'Er-can I get you a coffee?"
'Am I forgiven for my swinish remark?'
She looked into his sincere grey eyes. He had said he trusted her. What was to forgive? He wouldn't have said that he trusted her if he didn't mean it. `Of course,' she replied.
He half smiled then, though his smile didn't fully make it. `Then I'll go,' he said. He was halfway to the door when he abruptly turned back, and, scrutinising her face, `You know, of course, that you're just as beautiful without make-up.'
Her hand went straight to her scrubbed cheek. `My stars, Mr Peverelle,' she managed, `when you apologise you certainly do it in style.' His lips twitched, and this time he did smile. It gave her the spurt of courage she needed to tell him what she had to tell him. Albeit that he had reached the hall door of her apartment before she cried, 'Noah!' a touch croakily, it had to be admitted.
He turned, his attention all hers. `Elexa?' he queried, perhaps picking up that note of tension.
`I-er... I -um... I've been-er checking...' she blurted out in a sudden rush, feeling red right down to her toes but forcing herself on.`And ... and ... and Wednesday night seems-er-favourable.' If he asked `favourable for what?' she was going to die on the spot.
He didn't ask, but was as quick on the uptake as she knew him to be. But, when she was just about drowning with embarrassment, he asked coolly, `Would you like to come over to my place, or would you prefer I came here?' calmly giving her the choice of venue.
She hadn't got that far in her thinking, but quickly realised that, once 1t was over, she would probably want to be by herself." I'll come over to you,' she opted. That way she could say thank you very much, or whatever it was that one said on those occasions, and get out of there.
`Come and have some dinner with me,' he invited. 'I'm working late on Wednesday,' she invented rapidly. 'I'll have a sandwich sent in, and get to your place as soon as I can.'
His steady grey eyes stayed on her face. `Till then,' he said-and left her desperately trying to getherself back together again. If she was feeling shaky now, what in creation was she going to be like on Wednesday?
CHAPTER FIVE
BY MONDAY Elexa was close to being a nervous wreck. She didn't want to go through with it, she knew that she didn't. Had anyone offered her an alternative, she would have grabbed at it. But nobody did. There was no alternative.
Again and again during sleepless hours she had made herself remember that Noah trusted her. He had completed his side of the bargain, and he'd trusted her to go to him and begin to fulfil her side. It was of no help to her, however, to also remember the strength of Noah's firm arms around her that night at the Falcon Restaurant. She remembered, too, the feel of his warm mouth against her own in that decorous, chaste kiss. Oh, Lord, the time for chaste kisses was over!
Elexa was pleased to get
Elexa studied the tall, grey-eyed, stern-faced man in front of her. They had spoken of honesty with each other and, in hisapology, he couldn't have been more honest. `The party was just getting going when I left.'
`You weren't enjoying it?'
She smiled. Against her will, she smiled. `Does that please you?"
'Why should you have all the fun?"
'While you slave?Er...' She hesitated. `Do I take it that you haven't partied recently?' Noah gave her a steady look. `If you're asking have I taken anybody out since we married, then the answer is that I haven't. Nor do I intend to while we are married.'
Elexa stared at him for a moment or two, and then found she was asking, 'Er-can I get you a coffee?"
'Am I forgiven for my swinish remark?'
She looked into his sincere grey eyes. He had said he trusted her. What was to forgive? He wouldn't have said that he trusted her if he didn't mean it. `Of course,' she replied.
He half smiled then, though his smile didn't fully make it. `Then I'll go,' he said. He was halfway to the door when he abruptly turned back, and, scrutinising her face, `You know, of course, that you're just as beautiful without make-up.'
Her hand went straight to her scrubbed cheek. `My stars, Mr Peverelle,' she managed, `when you apologise you certainly do it in style.' His lips twitched, and this time he did smile. It gave her the spurt of courage she needed to tell him what she had to tell him. Albeit that he had reached the hall door of her apartment before she cried, 'Noah!' a touch croakily, it had to be admitted.
He turned, his attention all hers. `Elexa?' he queried, perhaps picking up that note of tension.
`I-er... I -um... I've been-er checking...' she blurted out in a sudden rush, feeling red right down to her toes but forcing herself on.`And ... and ... and Wednesday night seems-er-favourable.' If he asked `favourable for what?' she was going to die on the spot.
He didn't ask, but was as quick on the uptake as she knew him to be. But, when she was just about drowning with embarrassment, he asked coolly, `Would you like to come over to my place, or would you prefer I came here?' calmly giving her the choice of venue.
She hadn't got that far in her thinking, but quickly realised that, once 1t was over, she would probably want to be by herself." I'll come over to you,' she opted. That way she could say thank you very much, or whatever it was that one said on those occasions, and get out of there.
`Come and have some dinner with me,' he invited. 'I'm working late on Wednesday,' she invented rapidly. 'I'll have a sandwich sent in, and get to your place as soon as I can.'
His steady grey eyes stayed on her face. `Till then,' he said-and left her desperately trying to getherself back together again. If she was feeling shaky now, what in creation was she going to be like on Wednesday?
CHAPTER FIVE
BY MONDAY Elexa was close to being a nervous wreck. She didn't want to go through with it, she knew that she didn't. Had anyone offered her an alternative, she would have grabbed at it. But nobody did. There was no alternative.
Again and again during sleepless hours she had made herself remember that Noah trusted her. He had completed his side of the bargain, and he'd trusted her to go to him and begin to fulfil her side. It was of no help to her, however, to also remember the strength of Noah's firm arms around her that night at the Falcon Restaurant. She remembered, too, the feel of his warm mouth against her own in that decorous, chaste kiss. Oh, Lord, the time for chaste kisses was over!
Elexa was pleased to get
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