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shrugged again, apparently at a loss. "I just liked it. It felt like home."
"That it does." Zane nodded. "I was just a little curious." The same way he was curious as to whether or not there was a Mr. Foxx. She didn't have on a ring, which meant nothing at all.
He was a widower and wore a wedding band, had never found a reason to take if off.
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Sinny, on the other hand, an artist and artist's model from way back, had been too much of a free spirit to be tied down by modern conventions.
Though she’d ardently accepted his proposal, she wouldn't accept his engagement ring and never wore a wedding band. It was one of the major differences they'd had throughout their marriage. The other was when or even if to start a family. Zane had wanted one as soon as possible. Sinny had been in no great hurry. They'd only begun their efforts in earnest a little before Sinny was murdered.
"So, are you married, Ms. Foxx?"
"Of course not. Why would you ask?"
"I don't like to take things at face value." He shrugged as if to soften the warning. He didn't want to make her think he didn't trust her, even if he didn't quite. "That and, again, I was just a little curious. I'm a curious sort."
"Same here." She smiled and eyed his ring. "What about you? No Mrs.
Youngblood in the picture who wears your band's sister?"
"Not anymore."
She arched a brow, the questions plainly splashed across her face, but Zane wouldn’t elaborate or volunteer anything further. When she reached across the counter to take one of his hands, he let her, turned his palm into hers as she twined her fingers with his.
"So, you must have been close to your sister."
"She was my twin." He nodded. "We were pretty close."
"A twin; I've always wondered what that would be like. But then, I've always wondered what having a sibling would be like."
"Only child?"
"And a military brat, so we never stayed in any one place for long.
Didn't have a lot of opportunities to make lasting friendships."
Zane nodded, sipping his coffee as he took her in. She was sharing a lot more than he'd expected her to, but then he hadn't expected anything more from today than sharing her company—taking in her smile, inhaling her vanilla musk, wanting her.
Hell, Ransom had been dead-on this morning; he just wanted to push up on a sister.
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Zane lurched to his feet and withdrew his hand from hers, taking one last gulp of his coffee before putting the cup on the table. "I'd better go check on Ran, see how he's coming along."
"Oh…okay."
He headed for the stairs before she had a chance to say another word.
* * * *
Nova frowned. Zane's scarf was on the floor beside the barstool where he'd been sitting. She bent to retrieve it and draped it around her neck, closing her eyes and inhaling his scent. Clean and woodsy, it conjured up a vision of him when she'd seen him coming up the stairs from the train platform, tall and rugged in a pair of jeans and black work boots, the black leather jacket accentuating his broad shoulders and lean hips beneath.
She'd wanted to do much more than smile and stand there like a well-heeled limo driver, but in the end she'd been as obedient as Yo-Yo, just waiting and taking him in. Problem was, she had no master to look up to for permission to jump his bones, except herself.
Just now, she'd wanted so much to push for more information—about his wife, about his sister—but his demeanor had been too closed. Instead, she'd reached for his hand, despite the very real possibility of rejection.
When he let her hold on and intertwine her fingers through his, it emboldened her just a little, made her spill more than she'd ever intended to this early in the game, not that what she'd divulged had been very much or very deep. But the touch and her sharing had been enough to open up the floodgates, to recreate her near-death experience in the tunnel in blinding special-effects Technicolor. Just a flash—a
"That it does." Zane nodded. "I was just a little curious." The same way he was curious as to whether or not there was a Mr. Foxx. She didn't have on a ring, which meant nothing at all.
He was a widower and wore a wedding band, had never found a reason to take if off.
Between Darkness and Daylight
51
Sinny, on the other hand, an artist and artist's model from way back, had been too much of a free spirit to be tied down by modern conventions.
Though she’d ardently accepted his proposal, she wouldn't accept his engagement ring and never wore a wedding band. It was one of the major differences they'd had throughout their marriage. The other was when or even if to start a family. Zane had wanted one as soon as possible. Sinny had been in no great hurry. They'd only begun their efforts in earnest a little before Sinny was murdered.
"So, are you married, Ms. Foxx?"
"Of course not. Why would you ask?"
"I don't like to take things at face value." He shrugged as if to soften the warning. He didn't want to make her think he didn't trust her, even if he didn't quite. "That and, again, I was just a little curious. I'm a curious sort."
"Same here." She smiled and eyed his ring. "What about you? No Mrs.
Youngblood in the picture who wears your band's sister?"
"Not anymore."
She arched a brow, the questions plainly splashed across her face, but Zane wouldn’t elaborate or volunteer anything further. When she reached across the counter to take one of his hands, he let her, turned his palm into hers as she twined her fingers with his.
"So, you must have been close to your sister."
"She was my twin." He nodded. "We were pretty close."
"A twin; I've always wondered what that would be like. But then, I've always wondered what having a sibling would be like."
"Only child?"
"And a military brat, so we never stayed in any one place for long.
Didn't have a lot of opportunities to make lasting friendships."
Zane nodded, sipping his coffee as he took her in. She was sharing a lot more than he'd expected her to, but then he hadn't expected anything more from today than sharing her company—taking in her smile, inhaling her vanilla musk, wanting her.
Hell, Ransom had been dead-on this morning; he just wanted to push up on a sister.
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Zane lurched to his feet and withdrew his hand from hers, taking one last gulp of his coffee before putting the cup on the table. "I'd better go check on Ran, see how he's coming along."
"Oh…okay."
He headed for the stairs before she had a chance to say another word.
* * * *
Nova frowned. Zane's scarf was on the floor beside the barstool where he'd been sitting. She bent to retrieve it and draped it around her neck, closing her eyes and inhaling his scent. Clean and woodsy, it conjured up a vision of him when she'd seen him coming up the stairs from the train platform, tall and rugged in a pair of jeans and black work boots, the black leather jacket accentuating his broad shoulders and lean hips beneath.
She'd wanted to do much more than smile and stand there like a well-heeled limo driver, but in the end she'd been as obedient as Yo-Yo, just waiting and taking him in. Problem was, she had no master to look up to for permission to jump his bones, except herself.
Just now, she'd wanted so much to push for more information—about his wife, about his sister—but his demeanor had been too closed. Instead, she'd reached for his hand, despite the very real possibility of rejection.
When he let her hold on and intertwine her fingers through his, it emboldened her just a little, made her spill more than she'd ever intended to this early in the game, not that what she'd divulged had been very much or very deep. But the touch and her sharing had been enough to open up the floodgates, to recreate her near-death experience in the tunnel in blinding special-effects Technicolor. Just a flash—a
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