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enough lecithin."
His quick grin didn't anger her. It wasn't his fault that she had gone round the bend. No, she thought, shaking her head, he wasnt responsible for the idea that had hit her so forcefully minutes before, so she couldn't blame him for enjoying the situation.
She shook her head and continued In quiet astonishment. "I'm walking down the street and a man I barely know comes up and says, 'We're going to follow that car,' like something out of a low-budget movie."
She waved her hand back and forth In a helpless gesture. "Do I yell for the police? Do I use what I learned in either of my two Judo lessons? Do I even say a polite 'No, thank you. Yesterday was my day for being crazy, so I think I'll be sane today'?"
She shook her head emphatically, Ignoring his laughter. "Uh-uh, not me. Not Kate Call-Me-Irresponsible Sullivan. I step into your car like I've been waiting all my life to go on a joy ride with a fugitive from the banana bin." She gave a laugh that was surprisingly genuine, then leaned back in the smooth leather seat, adding in a lazy non sequltur, "I thought you said you drove a Ford."
"I do, but Bernard drives a Mercedes," he said, glancing across at her, then back to the road ahead. "You're very impulsive, aren't you?"
She shrugged and wiggled her outspread fingers in a so-so gesture.
"No, you definitely are," he said. "Do you always regret your impulsive actions?"
She considered the question. "Not usually," she said at last. "I generally decide that if I had taken the safe course, it would have been dull at the very least." She shot him a rueful glance. "But you have to remember my impulses normally concern nothing more drastic than buying a hot pink blouse rather than a demure brown one. It's only in the last two days that my impulses have gotten me in over my head."
"That must mean you're growing." He smiled at her dubious glance. "It stands to reason. Your impulses are expanding in scope, so your mind must be too."
"You really think so?" she asked skeptically, glancing at him from the corner of her eye. "You don't suppose it could be simply that after all these years my brain has finally turned to Malt-o-Meal?" She gave a short laugh. "If I keep going at the rate I'm going, I'll most likely be at Happy Acres next week, weaving place mats out of old pantyhose and molding toothbrush holders out of Play-Doh."
He chuckled and reached over to give her a hearty pat on the back. "You're too tense," he chided amiably. "Loosen up. You made a decision; why not relax and enjoy it?"
Had she made a decision? Kate wondered. She supposed she must have because she was here, but it hadn't seemed to her that she had had a choice—unless life or hibernation was considered a choice. Coming with him, being involved with him, had seemed inevitable at the time. It was only after the deed was done that she began to wonder what strange things were going on in her head.
She wondered suddenly if it were something in Alex that was causing her strange behavior or something within herself. Or perhaps it was the two of them. The things she was beginning to feel, her uncharacteristic actions, may not have been possible until the two of them came together.
Turning slightly in her seat, she began to study his face in curiosity. His smile had faded somewhat as his concentration was once again centered on the examination of the cars in front of them on the highway.
She had forgotten that they were on a mysterious mission. With a sigh she turned her eyes forward to search for the red Jaguar, even though she couldn't help thinking that there were questions she should be asking at this point. Silly little questions like, "What are we doing . . . and why on earth are we doing it?"
But she wouldn't ask those questions. Even though she couldn't keep herself from being curious or stop the grumbling protests that were second nature to her, it somehow seemed important that she accept what was happening without waiting for
His quick grin didn't anger her. It wasn't his fault that she had gone round the bend. No, she thought, shaking her head, he wasnt responsible for the idea that had hit her so forcefully minutes before, so she couldn't blame him for enjoying the situation.
She shook her head and continued In quiet astonishment. "I'm walking down the street and a man I barely know comes up and says, 'We're going to follow that car,' like something out of a low-budget movie."
She waved her hand back and forth In a helpless gesture. "Do I yell for the police? Do I use what I learned in either of my two Judo lessons? Do I even say a polite 'No, thank you. Yesterday was my day for being crazy, so I think I'll be sane today'?"
She shook her head emphatically, Ignoring his laughter. "Uh-uh, not me. Not Kate Call-Me-Irresponsible Sullivan. I step into your car like I've been waiting all my life to go on a joy ride with a fugitive from the banana bin." She gave a laugh that was surprisingly genuine, then leaned back in the smooth leather seat, adding in a lazy non sequltur, "I thought you said you drove a Ford."
"I do, but Bernard drives a Mercedes," he said, glancing across at her, then back to the road ahead. "You're very impulsive, aren't you?"
She shrugged and wiggled her outspread fingers in a so-so gesture.
"No, you definitely are," he said. "Do you always regret your impulsive actions?"
She considered the question. "Not usually," she said at last. "I generally decide that if I had taken the safe course, it would have been dull at the very least." She shot him a rueful glance. "But you have to remember my impulses normally concern nothing more drastic than buying a hot pink blouse rather than a demure brown one. It's only in the last two days that my impulses have gotten me in over my head."
"That must mean you're growing." He smiled at her dubious glance. "It stands to reason. Your impulses are expanding in scope, so your mind must be too."
"You really think so?" she asked skeptically, glancing at him from the corner of her eye. "You don't suppose it could be simply that after all these years my brain has finally turned to Malt-o-Meal?" She gave a short laugh. "If I keep going at the rate I'm going, I'll most likely be at Happy Acres next week, weaving place mats out of old pantyhose and molding toothbrush holders out of Play-Doh."
He chuckled and reached over to give her a hearty pat on the back. "You're too tense," he chided amiably. "Loosen up. You made a decision; why not relax and enjoy it?"
Had she made a decision? Kate wondered. She supposed she must have because she was here, but it hadn't seemed to her that she had had a choice—unless life or hibernation was considered a choice. Coming with him, being involved with him, had seemed inevitable at the time. It was only after the deed was done that she began to wonder what strange things were going on in her head.
She wondered suddenly if it were something in Alex that was causing her strange behavior or something within herself. Or perhaps it was the two of them. The things she was beginning to feel, her uncharacteristic actions, may not have been possible until the two of them came together.
Turning slightly in her seat, she began to study his face in curiosity. His smile had faded somewhat as his concentration was once again centered on the examination of the cars in front of them on the highway.
She had forgotten that they were on a mysterious mission. With a sigh she turned her eyes forward to search for the red Jaguar, even though she couldn't help thinking that there were questions she should be asking at this point. Silly little questions like, "What are we doing . . . and why on earth are we doing it?"
But she wouldn't ask those questions. Even though she couldn't keep herself from being curious or stop the grumbling protests that were second nature to her, it somehow seemed important that she accept what was happening without waiting for
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