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nipples were little spike-berries, and her panties were rapidly growing moister, but then that seemed to be nothing new in the way of her instantaneous response to him.
"You sure?" he sounded genuinely concerned, and Maura didn’t doubt that he was.
"Uh-huh. You go get some sleep. I'll talk to you later."
"Maura?"
"Yes, Simon?"
"I'm glad to be home - I missed talking to you."
Her body suffused with warmth at his compliment. Neither was Simon given to extravagant compliments. "I missed talking to you, too, although we certainly kept the email wires burning."
They had - chatting back and forth - as inefficient as that was. Every morning, there was a long email in her box from him, which she fired off an answer to before she even started her day. If he couldn't make their evening chats - and there were times when he couldn't; apparently he was in a very different time zone from home - he always let her know, and sent her an email that night when he could.
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Chapter Five
He was, thank the powers that be, quite happy with the results of her report, although he couldn’t resist needling her about being a writer and hating to write. Maura expected him to give her some sort of assignment to register, which she anticipated resisting quite fervently, but Simon could never be counted on to do the expected.
Besides, he was working on other things that he apparently considered much more important at the moment.
It took Simon another several weeks of asking occasionally, gently when she would be comfortable meeting him. He didn't want her to think that he'd forgotten about it, or that he somehow had decided he didn't want to; instead he settled for carefully noodging her whenever he could, but not enough to truly pester her.
Finally, he got a response in the affirmative - if, however, somewhat reluctant.
"Okay, yeah, I'll meet you. Where and when?"
They were on the phone, as usual. Simon paused, consciously giving her an opening in which she could retract her statement if she wanted to. "Are you sure?" He didn't want her to feel that she had no other choice. He could be as patient as he needed to be.
"Yeah, I'm sure." Maura crossed two freezing cold fingers as she spoke.
"Well, since I'm coming up there - "
"But I said I'd come down to you - "
"No. I'll come up. I don't want you feeling trapped or pressured in any way, even just by circumstances or the environment. As I was going to say before someone interrupted me . . ." he began pointedly.
"Sorry, Sir," she apologized not-quite meekly.
"Mmmmm," he murmured. "Since it's your town, why don't you think on the place, and let me know. I'm available the rest of the month - and if something happens to change that, I'll let you know as soon as I can. You take a look at your own calendar and decide where and just let me know. I'll be there with bells on.” Maura chuckled at the idea of Simon wearing bells. They just didn’t go along with what she knew of his personality.
When to meet was the easy part - they both worked at their own businesses, and their time was largely their own as far as scheduling things. So Maura picked the next weekend, and asked him if lunch was okay. It was great as far as he was concerned. He had absolutely no illusions that he was going to get her to lie down for him on their first meeting. He would have thought less of her if she had, honestly, and he told her as much when she mentioned exactly that to him - that regardless of how well the meeting went, they would not end up in bed.
The place was more of a problem. It had to have good food, and be a place where she was comfortable, and that wasn't so crowded at lunchtime that they couldn't hear each other over the din.
Frankly, Maura was still at that early point in a relationship where didn't want to miss a word he said.
So they settled on lunch at Les Oeufs - a restaurant that Maura frequented with her girlfriends.
Its atmosphere was almost European. They served breakfast, lunch, and
"You sure?" he sounded genuinely concerned, and Maura didn’t doubt that he was.
"Uh-huh. You go get some sleep. I'll talk to you later."
"Maura?"
"Yes, Simon?"
"I'm glad to be home - I missed talking to you."
Her body suffused with warmth at his compliment. Neither was Simon given to extravagant compliments. "I missed talking to you, too, although we certainly kept the email wires burning."
They had - chatting back and forth - as inefficient as that was. Every morning, there was a long email in her box from him, which she fired off an answer to before she even started her day. If he couldn't make their evening chats - and there were times when he couldn't; apparently he was in a very different time zone from home - he always let her know, and sent her an email that night when he could.
33
Chapter Five
He was, thank the powers that be, quite happy with the results of her report, although he couldn’t resist needling her about being a writer and hating to write. Maura expected him to give her some sort of assignment to register, which she anticipated resisting quite fervently, but Simon could never be counted on to do the expected.
Besides, he was working on other things that he apparently considered much more important at the moment.
It took Simon another several weeks of asking occasionally, gently when she would be comfortable meeting him. He didn't want her to think that he'd forgotten about it, or that he somehow had decided he didn't want to; instead he settled for carefully noodging her whenever he could, but not enough to truly pester her.
Finally, he got a response in the affirmative - if, however, somewhat reluctant.
"Okay, yeah, I'll meet you. Where and when?"
They were on the phone, as usual. Simon paused, consciously giving her an opening in which she could retract her statement if she wanted to. "Are you sure?" He didn't want her to feel that she had no other choice. He could be as patient as he needed to be.
"Yeah, I'm sure." Maura crossed two freezing cold fingers as she spoke.
"Well, since I'm coming up there - "
"But I said I'd come down to you - "
"No. I'll come up. I don't want you feeling trapped or pressured in any way, even just by circumstances or the environment. As I was going to say before someone interrupted me . . ." he began pointedly.
"Sorry, Sir," she apologized not-quite meekly.
"Mmmmm," he murmured. "Since it's your town, why don't you think on the place, and let me know. I'm available the rest of the month - and if something happens to change that, I'll let you know as soon as I can. You take a look at your own calendar and decide where and just let me know. I'll be there with bells on.” Maura chuckled at the idea of Simon wearing bells. They just didn’t go along with what she knew of his personality.
When to meet was the easy part - they both worked at their own businesses, and their time was largely their own as far as scheduling things. So Maura picked the next weekend, and asked him if lunch was okay. It was great as far as he was concerned. He had absolutely no illusions that he was going to get her to lie down for him on their first meeting. He would have thought less of her if she had, honestly, and he told her as much when she mentioned exactly that to him - that regardless of how well the meeting went, they would not end up in bed.
The place was more of a problem. It had to have good food, and be a place where she was comfortable, and that wasn't so crowded at lunchtime that they couldn't hear each other over the din.
Frankly, Maura was still at that early point in a relationship where didn't want to miss a word he said.
So they settled on lunch at Les Oeufs - a restaurant that Maura frequented with her girlfriends.
Its atmosphere was almost European. They served breakfast, lunch, and
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