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concerned.   She stepped back and
closed the windows, setting down her coffee cup.   She grabbed her coat and the backpack she used as a purse,
locked the door behind her, and started down the narrow, winding stairs.
    She didn’t hurry.   He
would be there.
    He was.   He straightened
to his full height when she approached him.   She wasn’t used to men being so much taller than she was.
    “Ready?”   he said.   Even his voice was different.   Lower, a deep, sexy rumble that heated
her bones and did nothing to calm her racing heart.
    She thought she should make some kind of protest.   “This is insane.”
    “Yes.”   He surveyed her
out of surprisingly blue eyes, almost a turquoise color, startling in the
familiar/unfamiliar face.   “You’re
here.”
    “Yes,”   she said.   She glanced at the car.   “This thing run?”
    “Like a champ.”   He tilted
his head, surveying her.   “I figure
if I can’t kill you then I might as well keep you.”
    “Very romantic,”   she
said.   “I’m going back upstairs.”
    “No, you aren’t.   By the
way, my name is Thomas Lambert.”   He didn’t move, and neither did she.
    “Hello, Thomas Lambert.   What do you do for a living?”   She held her breath.   There
was an odd look in his eyes, as if he were far away, and then he smiled at her
with surprising tenderness.
    “Actually I’m at loose ends right now.   I decided it was time for a change.   I didn’t like my old job much.”
    She nodded.   “Change is
always good.   Where are we going?”
    “Do you care?”
    “Not really.”
    “Then get in the car.”   He
moved out the way, even opening the door for her.   Despite the outside wreck of the car, the inside was
perfectly restored and spotless.
    She sat very still as he went around the back of the car and climbed
in beside her.   He turned to look
at her, and then he put his hand behind her neck and held her for a deep,
endless kiss.   When he pulled away
his eyes were suddenly sober.   “You
sure you want to do this?”
    “I’m sure,”   she said.
    And a moment later they were flying through the Paris traffic, heading
for God knew where.
    She leaned back and smiled.   Everyone would scream, no one would believe it.   She’d have to send her mother an
anonymous email telling her she was fine.   But for now, she was going to disappear, with a man she couldn’t
possibly love, a man who couldn’t possibly love her, and maybe they’d never
come back.
    For now, that was good enough.