was then and this was now. Now she was not contented, she was angry.
“I knew, I knew, I knew it!” she said.
He did not stop what he was doing. If anything, his push-ups got a little faster.
“Sorry if I woke you,” he said.
“You were supposed to wake me,” she said. “You were supposed to wake me hours ago so I could take the second shift! Not let me have a lie-in and watch me sleep all night.”
He stopped quite suddenly, and his knees dropped to the floor.
“All right,” he said, raising one hand in protest. “First of all, there’s a difference between keeping watch and watching you sleep.”
She threw a pillow at his head. He blinked in surprise.
“I’m supposed to be your partner,” she said, her eyebrows furrowed. “What part of don’t forget to wake me didn’t you understand?”
“In my defence,” he said, standing , “you’re kind of a crab when you don’t get enough sleep.”
“Don’t you even ,” she said with a warning wave of her finger. “You need sleep too, you know.”
He shrugged. “I spent some time on a meditation style I learned in India,” he said . “I feel quite refreshed. I think we should have breakfast out, rather than have room service send up an assassin, wouldn’t you agree?”
“Red Panda- ,” she said, not letting go of her indignation at being treated like the delicate half of the equation.
“Oh for heaven’s sake, Kit,” he said, slightly exasperated . “I couldn’t do it, all right? I went to wake you, but you looked so… contented, I suppose. Like a big, dangerous baby. I couldn’t do it. So I didn’t.”
She blinked at him from where she was still crouched on the bed. “You let me sleep because I looked too cute to wake?” she deadpanned.
He paused a moment, as if trying to decide if she were about to throw another pillow at him. “You looked very peaceful,” he corrected.
“How did you know how cute I looked if you weren’t watching me sleep?” she said, a grin creeping across her face.
He shook his head and raised his hands in mock surrender. “I’m going to take a shower,” he said.
“You want me to stand guard?” she quipped without thinking. “I bet you’d look real cute.”
His eyes popped open wide and Kit felt her face grow hot and beet-red.
“Kit Baxter, behave yourself?” she offered meekly.
He nodded his slightly dumbfounded agreement, but did not look entirely displeased. She noted that his ears were almost painfully red, so at least she had given as well as she had gotten. Time to dial it back a bit.
“So what’s the plan?” she asked. “Aside from washing and eating.”
He shrugged. “That’s about as far as I had gotten, really,” he said.
“Boss-,” she protested.
“I mean it,” he said . “We’ve been operating to a degree on the assumption that Max had fallen into the hands of his enemies, in many ways because it was a worst-case scenario and this is kind of what we do.”
“But they don’t know where he is either,” she said, picking up the thread.
“Right,” he nodded.
“But we’ve also been operating under the assumption that if we looked for the Eye of Anubis, we would find the Stranger,” she said . “And aside from driving to Luxor, where there is not actually a pyramid of any kind… we don’t really know how to do that.”
“Right,” he agreed.
“So?” she demanded, standing at last.
“Maxwell Falconi has been a mystery man since 1890 at least,” Fenwick said . “He got us from Toronto to Egypt with a penny postcard. So he must have had a plan for contacting us .”
“That’s gonna be tough to do,” she said , “with Heckle and Jeckle watching us like hawks.”
“Yes it is,” he agreed brightly , “unless we get out in the bright sunshine and lose ourselves in the crowds. The temples really are quite stunning, I’m rather excited to show you.”
She blinked at this. “You’re saying that the best way we can help is to go play
“I knew, I knew, I knew it!” she said.
He did not stop what he was doing. If anything, his push-ups got a little faster.
“Sorry if I woke you,” he said.
“You were supposed to wake me,” she said. “You were supposed to wake me hours ago so I could take the second shift! Not let me have a lie-in and watch me sleep all night.”
He stopped quite suddenly, and his knees dropped to the floor.
“All right,” he said, raising one hand in protest. “First of all, there’s a difference between keeping watch and watching you sleep.”
She threw a pillow at his head. He blinked in surprise.
“I’m supposed to be your partner,” she said, her eyebrows furrowed. “What part of don’t forget to wake me didn’t you understand?”
“In my defence,” he said, standing , “you’re kind of a crab when you don’t get enough sleep.”
“Don’t you even ,” she said with a warning wave of her finger. “You need sleep too, you know.”
He shrugged. “I spent some time on a meditation style I learned in India,” he said . “I feel quite refreshed. I think we should have breakfast out, rather than have room service send up an assassin, wouldn’t you agree?”
“Red Panda- ,” she said, not letting go of her indignation at being treated like the delicate half of the equation.
“Oh for heaven’s sake, Kit,” he said, slightly exasperated . “I couldn’t do it, all right? I went to wake you, but you looked so… contented, I suppose. Like a big, dangerous baby. I couldn’t do it. So I didn’t.”
She blinked at him from where she was still crouched on the bed. “You let me sleep because I looked too cute to wake?” she deadpanned.
He paused a moment, as if trying to decide if she were about to throw another pillow at him. “You looked very peaceful,” he corrected.
“How did you know how cute I looked if you weren’t watching me sleep?” she said, a grin creeping across her face.
He shook his head and raised his hands in mock surrender. “I’m going to take a shower,” he said.
“You want me to stand guard?” she quipped without thinking. “I bet you’d look real cute.”
His eyes popped open wide and Kit felt her face grow hot and beet-red.
“Kit Baxter, behave yourself?” she offered meekly.
He nodded his slightly dumbfounded agreement, but did not look entirely displeased. She noted that his ears were almost painfully red, so at least she had given as well as she had gotten. Time to dial it back a bit.
“So what’s the plan?” she asked. “Aside from washing and eating.”
He shrugged. “That’s about as far as I had gotten, really,” he said.
“Boss-,” she protested.
“I mean it,” he said . “We’ve been operating to a degree on the assumption that Max had fallen into the hands of his enemies, in many ways because it was a worst-case scenario and this is kind of what we do.”
“But they don’t know where he is either,” she said, picking up the thread.
“Right,” he nodded.
“But we’ve also been operating under the assumption that if we looked for the Eye of Anubis, we would find the Stranger,” she said . “And aside from driving to Luxor, where there is not actually a pyramid of any kind… we don’t really know how to do that.”
“Right,” he agreed.
“So?” she demanded, standing at last.
“Maxwell Falconi has been a mystery man since 1890 at least,” Fenwick said . “He got us from Toronto to Egypt with a penny postcard. So he must have had a plan for contacting us .”
“That’s gonna be tough to do,” she said , “with Heckle and Jeckle watching us like hawks.”
“Yes it is,” he agreed brightly , “unless we get out in the bright sunshine and lose ourselves in the crowds. The temples really are quite stunning, I’m rather excited to show you.”
She blinked at this. “You’re saying that the best way we can help is to go play
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