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things." She was very much afraid that any minute she was going to find out firsthand. Come to think of it, forcefully intruding on a glass windshield wouldn't exactly be a maypole dance.
Opening one eye cautiously, she peeked out the side window. Objects she assumed were trees and rocks flew past at a dizzying speed, melting into each other on a blue background in a crazy gray-green, tie-dyed mural.
Dropping her gaze, she stared down at a sheer plunge which seemed to be directly beneath her, as though the tires on her side of the car were supported by nothing more than her desperate grip on the armrest.
If Kate had looked more closely, she would have seen that there were a good three feet between her and the cliff edge, but somehow it didn't, seem the time for objective observations and she squeezed her eyes shut once more.
God, can we talk? Kate moaned silently. I've never asked you for much, have I? You have to understand that I still have things to do. She drew in a shaky breath.I/ have two books overdue at the library and You'll remember I always promised myself that I would run in the Boston marathon . . . just as soon as I got in shape.
Alex gave Kate a quick glance from the corner of his eye. She has guts, he thought with a grin. The speed that was necessary to keep up with Alvarez obviously scared her silly, but she wasn't going to show it.
Courage and beauty, he thought with delight, a terrific combination. It was no wonder he had been intrigued from the first moment he had seen her.
But last night, as he watched her through the window, he had merely thought her attractive . . . and sexy as hell. She had observed the scene around her, completely unimpressed by the people who were so terribly impressed with themselves. That had interested him, but he had been interested by many women only to find later that some flaw in their personality would put him off completely.
It was when he had seen the laughter in Kate's eyes and had recognized unashamed honesty in her reactions to him and the world that he had felt her touch a part of him that ached to be touched. The deepest part, the part that remained lonely even when he was with someone physically.
She had walked into his life and, seemingly without effort, had made him feel more alive than he had felt in years. There was something special about this woman Kate, and he was determined not to let her go until he had discovered what it was that made him feel the way he did.
He chuckled softly when he saw her slide lower in the seat. First, he thought, he would have to find a place that didn't terrify her.
"How're you doing, Katy?" Alex asked, breaking in on her frantic thoughts.
"Fine," she squeaked, the word barely audible. "Fine and dandy." Her last word slid away on a low moan and she resumed her silent conversation with that all-important Someone.
Dying is for Monday mornings in Plum, God, not for expensive vacations in France. I promise ... I promise I'll never let crazy men pick me up again if You'll just prevent me from being swept up by a broom.
At last Kate knew how the word "bloodcurdling" originated. She could actually feel the blood flowing through her veins as if it were solid instead of liquid. Perhaps if she watched, she would be able to see it moving in lumps beneath her skin, But she would never know because it would have taken a crowbar to pry her eyes—
"There he is," Alex said, once again interrupting her wild thoughts.
He sounded calm and sane, but she could hear the tension underlying his words. And with murder in her heart, she also recognized excitement. The big oaf was actually enjoying himself.
The idea of throttling him was discarded when she remembered he was driving, and she opened her eyes to see the red sports car ahead. Only a van and a small Saab wagon separated the Jaguar from the Mercedes. She inhaled in relief as he reduced their speed and began to maintain a careful distance from the sports car.
Straightening from her
Opening one eye cautiously, she peeked out the side window. Objects she assumed were trees and rocks flew past at a dizzying speed, melting into each other on a blue background in a crazy gray-green, tie-dyed mural.
Dropping her gaze, she stared down at a sheer plunge which seemed to be directly beneath her, as though the tires on her side of the car were supported by nothing more than her desperate grip on the armrest.
If Kate had looked more closely, she would have seen that there were a good three feet between her and the cliff edge, but somehow it didn't, seem the time for objective observations and she squeezed her eyes shut once more.
God, can we talk? Kate moaned silently. I've never asked you for much, have I? You have to understand that I still have things to do. She drew in a shaky breath.I/ have two books overdue at the library and You'll remember I always promised myself that I would run in the Boston marathon . . . just as soon as I got in shape.
Alex gave Kate a quick glance from the corner of his eye. She has guts, he thought with a grin. The speed that was necessary to keep up with Alvarez obviously scared her silly, but she wasn't going to show it.
Courage and beauty, he thought with delight, a terrific combination. It was no wonder he had been intrigued from the first moment he had seen her.
But last night, as he watched her through the window, he had merely thought her attractive . . . and sexy as hell. She had observed the scene around her, completely unimpressed by the people who were so terribly impressed with themselves. That had interested him, but he had been interested by many women only to find later that some flaw in their personality would put him off completely.
It was when he had seen the laughter in Kate's eyes and had recognized unashamed honesty in her reactions to him and the world that he had felt her touch a part of him that ached to be touched. The deepest part, the part that remained lonely even when he was with someone physically.
She had walked into his life and, seemingly without effort, had made him feel more alive than he had felt in years. There was something special about this woman Kate, and he was determined not to let her go until he had discovered what it was that made him feel the way he did.
He chuckled softly when he saw her slide lower in the seat. First, he thought, he would have to find a place that didn't terrify her.
"How're you doing, Katy?" Alex asked, breaking in on her frantic thoughts.
"Fine," she squeaked, the word barely audible. "Fine and dandy." Her last word slid away on a low moan and she resumed her silent conversation with that all-important Someone.
Dying is for Monday mornings in Plum, God, not for expensive vacations in France. I promise ... I promise I'll never let crazy men pick me up again if You'll just prevent me from being swept up by a broom.
At last Kate knew how the word "bloodcurdling" originated. She could actually feel the blood flowing through her veins as if it were solid instead of liquid. Perhaps if she watched, she would be able to see it moving in lumps beneath her skin, But she would never know because it would have taken a crowbar to pry her eyes—
"There he is," Alex said, once again interrupting her wild thoughts.
He sounded calm and sane, but she could hear the tension underlying his words. And with murder in her heart, she also recognized excitement. The big oaf was actually enjoying himself.
The idea of throttling him was discarded when she remembered he was driving, and she opened her eyes to see the red sports car ahead. Only a van and a small Saab wagon separated the Jaguar from the Mercedes. She inhaled in relief as he reduced their speed and began to maintain a careful distance from the sports car.
Straightening from her
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