and then go from there, huh?” He pulled her back and slung a lazy arm over her shoulder.
“I guess that makes sense. If I don’t hear from Fiona by noon tomorrow, I’ll give her a call and tell her I’ve decided to place Blackie with them for a trial period. I’m sure they won’t argue with that. Actually, after seeing what GG looks like, I’d feel much more comfortable if Blackie was there with them. I wouldn’t be able to live with myself if anything further happened to either one of them.”
Tony squeezed her shoulder. “The trouble with you is you have a soft centre. I know you want to take on the world and right all the wrongs in it, Lorne, but sometimes—just sometimes—even superheroes have to take a day off.”
Their lips met in a lingering kiss.
“Have I told you lately how much I love you?” she asked, interlocking her fingers with his.
“Not since this morning, no.”
CHAPTER EIGHT
L orne was busy completing the paperwork she had started the day before when the house phone rang. “Hello?”
“Is that Lorne?”
She recognised the voice immediately. “Fiona?”
The woman sounded downhearted and sighed heavily. “I’m just ringing up to let you know that the police told us that they won’t be taking any action against Graham Gibson.”
Lorne thought as much. Not enough evidence. “Damn, I’m very sorry to hear that, Fiona. No point in me asking how Linda has taken the news.”
“She’s crumbled. Gone into her shell, and I’m not sure what I can do to snap her out of it.”
“So what happens next?” Lorne asked, tidying some of the papers in front of her.
“I don’t know. Is it so awful of me to want to stalk this guy and get revenge?”
“No. It’s completely understandable, just not advisable. I do have a suggestion, though.”
Fiona sighed on the other end of the line then said, “I’m listening.”
“On the drive home I did a lot of thinking. Is it possible for me to bring Blackie over to meet the other girls, and we’ll go from there?”
“Are you kidding? That’d be great, Lorne. I’d be so grateful to you.” And she sounded it, too.
“That’s only the beginning of what I have in store for you all. Will you all be at home today?”
Fiona remained quiet as she thought. “The only person I’m not sure about is Ami. Can you stay on the line while I text her?”
“Of course. I need to be sure Blackie feels at ease with you all, and vice versa.”
Lorne heard the sound of Fiona’s phone beeping an incoming text.
“Here she is. She’ll be home at six this evening. Is that too late for you?”
It was really, after having to get up before the cock crowed, but Lorne didn’t tell Fiona that. “That’s fine. I’ll bring Blackie, and we’ll see how things go. Don’t buy any food or anything like that. I’ll supply what he needs for the next few days, just in case things don’t work out.”
“Are you sure? You really are too kind.”
Lorne smiled as if Fiona was in the room with her. You think that’s going to be the extent of my kindness? “We’ll see you later. Give my regards to Linda, and tell her to keep her chin pointing upwards.”
Lorne hung up and went in search of Tony. She found him with an axe trying to cut down the tree he’d started to annihilate the day before. By the look of things, the tree seemed to be fighting back. He had numerous scratches across the back of his hands and a raised red mark, approximately three inches long, on his left cheek.
“Baby, what happened?” She gently ran her finger down his cheek.
“This darn thing just doesn’t want to come out. Maybe I’m not cut out to be a lumberjack.”
“Let’s get someone in. I wouldn’t want that pretty face of yours to get all mashed up by the nasty tree.” Tony already had a few scars on his face from his time as an agent. When they had first met, he had a pronounced, ugly scar on his right cheek, which had drawn her eye. That particular scar had faded
“I guess that makes sense. If I don’t hear from Fiona by noon tomorrow, I’ll give her a call and tell her I’ve decided to place Blackie with them for a trial period. I’m sure they won’t argue with that. Actually, after seeing what GG looks like, I’d feel much more comfortable if Blackie was there with them. I wouldn’t be able to live with myself if anything further happened to either one of them.”
Tony squeezed her shoulder. “The trouble with you is you have a soft centre. I know you want to take on the world and right all the wrongs in it, Lorne, but sometimes—just sometimes—even superheroes have to take a day off.”
Their lips met in a lingering kiss.
“Have I told you lately how much I love you?” she asked, interlocking her fingers with his.
“Not since this morning, no.”
CHAPTER EIGHT
L orne was busy completing the paperwork she had started the day before when the house phone rang. “Hello?”
“Is that Lorne?”
She recognised the voice immediately. “Fiona?”
The woman sounded downhearted and sighed heavily. “I’m just ringing up to let you know that the police told us that they won’t be taking any action against Graham Gibson.”
Lorne thought as much. Not enough evidence. “Damn, I’m very sorry to hear that, Fiona. No point in me asking how Linda has taken the news.”
“She’s crumbled. Gone into her shell, and I’m not sure what I can do to snap her out of it.”
“So what happens next?” Lorne asked, tidying some of the papers in front of her.
“I don’t know. Is it so awful of me to want to stalk this guy and get revenge?”
“No. It’s completely understandable, just not advisable. I do have a suggestion, though.”
Fiona sighed on the other end of the line then said, “I’m listening.”
“On the drive home I did a lot of thinking. Is it possible for me to bring Blackie over to meet the other girls, and we’ll go from there?”
“Are you kidding? That’d be great, Lorne. I’d be so grateful to you.” And she sounded it, too.
“That’s only the beginning of what I have in store for you all. Will you all be at home today?”
Fiona remained quiet as she thought. “The only person I’m not sure about is Ami. Can you stay on the line while I text her?”
“Of course. I need to be sure Blackie feels at ease with you all, and vice versa.”
Lorne heard the sound of Fiona’s phone beeping an incoming text.
“Here she is. She’ll be home at six this evening. Is that too late for you?”
It was really, after having to get up before the cock crowed, but Lorne didn’t tell Fiona that. “That’s fine. I’ll bring Blackie, and we’ll see how things go. Don’t buy any food or anything like that. I’ll supply what he needs for the next few days, just in case things don’t work out.”
“Are you sure? You really are too kind.”
Lorne smiled as if Fiona was in the room with her. You think that’s going to be the extent of my kindness? “We’ll see you later. Give my regards to Linda, and tell her to keep her chin pointing upwards.”
Lorne hung up and went in search of Tony. She found him with an axe trying to cut down the tree he’d started to annihilate the day before. By the look of things, the tree seemed to be fighting back. He had numerous scratches across the back of his hands and a raised red mark, approximately three inches long, on his left cheek.
“Baby, what happened?” She gently ran her finger down his cheek.
“This darn thing just doesn’t want to come out. Maybe I’m not cut out to be a lumberjack.”
“Let’s get someone in. I wouldn’t want that pretty face of yours to get all mashed up by the nasty tree.” Tony already had a few scars on his face from his time as an agent. When they had first met, he had a pronounced, ugly scar on his right cheek, which had drawn her eye. That particular scar had faded
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