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soon entering
the kitchen with his dark hair neat and his hands scrubbed clean, and
slowed at the doorway when he found her with a secret little quirk of
the mouth that he discovered was deliciously tantalising. 'Good joke,
I take it?' the deep voice sounded right behind her, and she whirled.
Chuckling at the expression on her face, Greg looked past her at the
array of sandwiches and the steaming coffee and murmured
appreciatively, 'A feast for a starving man!'
'Help yourself,' she invited, pulling out a chair for him and laughing
when he sat down. He looked up enquiringly, one dark brow up.
'Am I the cause of that laughter?'
'In a way. You make this kitchen seem so small, and that chair
positively groaned when you sat in it,' she told him with twinkling
eyes. 'I guess I hadn't realised how big you really are.'
In response to her good humour, he suddenly smiled. Sara couldn't
seem to take her eyes off his strong features. While he ate, she sipped
coffee, and they talked about light things, but she got the strangest
feeling as they relaxed together. It was as if they were, really saying
something else, something deeper to each other. Sara looked up from
her coffee quickly once and found his eyes on her in the most intent
and gentle way.
Good heavens, she thought, as she suddenly felt as if she were
drowning in that gaze, what's happening to me? I had no idea he
could be so—her thoughts stopped, and she searched for something
to say.
'I—I saw you outside last night,' she commented at random, and the
gentle look in his eyes was slowly replaced with a look of
puzzlement.
'I'm not sure I know what you mean.'
It was her turn to feel a slight puzzlement and she explained, 'Out in
the front yard, after I went inside, were you—walking around about
half an hour later?'
He frowned. 'I went right home. Are you sure you saw something?'
She sat very still and thought over the last night, and gradually a cold
chill crept over her. There had been a dark figure out front, she felt
sure, and the realisation that it hadn't been Greg after all put an
entirely different light on the situation. She had completely forgotten
that she had been afraid enough when she had thought that it was
him. Standing abruptly, she went into the living room to stare out of
the front picture window. The direction of her gaze showed her that
there was nothing where a tall figure had been before, no brush or
bush or tree that could be misconstrued as something else. There had
been someone there last night—she was sure of it. A hand touched
her shoulder and she jumped violently. Without looking around, she
became aware that Greg was very close. She could feel his body heat
at her back, and on impulse she leaned back against his chest. He
immediately put his arms around her, and it felt so good and warm
and right that she sighed, closing her eyes. A slight pressure at the
side of her head told her that he was leaning his cheek against her
hair. She had never felt so small and vulnerable and yet so safe,
before in her life. Greg was very careful in how he held her; she
could feel the restrained power in his arms. They stood this way for a
long time.
'There was someone out there last night, Greg—I swear it.'
His arms tightened and his head went up as he too looked out the
window. 'Where?'
She pointed out the spot to him, for some reason unable to feel the
alarm that had been so apparent just minutes before. Greg's presence
was too immediate and overwhelming to her. He looked out the
window for a minute, and when she tilted her head back on his
shoulder to see his expression, he quickly smiled reassuringly and
dropped a kiss on her hose. 'I need to get going, I'm afraid—got a lot
of things to do, and Beowulf is penned up. He needs a meal and a
run. Would you like me to stop by later this evening, and have a look
around outside, just in case?'
Sara looked up gratefully at him. 'I'd appreciate it if
the kitchen with his dark hair neat and his hands scrubbed clean, and
slowed at the doorway when he found her with a secret little quirk of
the mouth that he discovered was deliciously tantalising. 'Good joke,
I take it?' the deep voice sounded right behind her, and she whirled.
Chuckling at the expression on her face, Greg looked past her at the
array of sandwiches and the steaming coffee and murmured
appreciatively, 'A feast for a starving man!'
'Help yourself,' she invited, pulling out a chair for him and laughing
when he sat down. He looked up enquiringly, one dark brow up.
'Am I the cause of that laughter?'
'In a way. You make this kitchen seem so small, and that chair
positively groaned when you sat in it,' she told him with twinkling
eyes. 'I guess I hadn't realised how big you really are.'
In response to her good humour, he suddenly smiled. Sara couldn't
seem to take her eyes off his strong features. While he ate, she sipped
coffee, and they talked about light things, but she got the strangest
feeling as they relaxed together. It was as if they were, really saying
something else, something deeper to each other. Sara looked up from
her coffee quickly once and found his eyes on her in the most intent
and gentle way.
Good heavens, she thought, as she suddenly felt as if she were
drowning in that gaze, what's happening to me? I had no idea he
could be so—her thoughts stopped, and she searched for something
to say.
'I—I saw you outside last night,' she commented at random, and the
gentle look in his eyes was slowly replaced with a look of
puzzlement.
'I'm not sure I know what you mean.'
It was her turn to feel a slight puzzlement and she explained, 'Out in
the front yard, after I went inside, were you—walking around about
half an hour later?'
He frowned. 'I went right home. Are you sure you saw something?'
She sat very still and thought over the last night, and gradually a cold
chill crept over her. There had been a dark figure out front, she felt
sure, and the realisation that it hadn't been Greg after all put an
entirely different light on the situation. She had completely forgotten
that she had been afraid enough when she had thought that it was
him. Standing abruptly, she went into the living room to stare out of
the front picture window. The direction of her gaze showed her that
there was nothing where a tall figure had been before, no brush or
bush or tree that could be misconstrued as something else. There had
been someone there last night—she was sure of it. A hand touched
her shoulder and she jumped violently. Without looking around, she
became aware that Greg was very close. She could feel his body heat
at her back, and on impulse she leaned back against his chest. He
immediately put his arms around her, and it felt so good and warm
and right that she sighed, closing her eyes. A slight pressure at the
side of her head told her that he was leaning his cheek against her
hair. She had never felt so small and vulnerable and yet so safe,
before in her life. Greg was very careful in how he held her; she
could feel the restrained power in his arms. They stood this way for a
long time.
'There was someone out there last night, Greg—I swear it.'
His arms tightened and his head went up as he too looked out the
window. 'Where?'
She pointed out the spot to him, for some reason unable to feel the
alarm that had been so apparent just minutes before. Greg's presence
was too immediate and overwhelming to her. He looked out the
window for a minute, and when she tilted her head back on his
shoulder to see his expression, he quickly smiled reassuringly and
dropped a kiss on her hose. 'I need to get going, I'm afraid—got a lot
of things to do, and Beowulf is penned up. He needs a meal and a
run. Would you like me to stop by later this evening, and have a look
around outside, just in case?'
Sara looked up gratefully at him. 'I'd appreciate it if
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