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one is coming through the door . ”
“ Never go to sleep with an unlocked door , ” she insisted, “ Lock the door . ”
“ Alright, I got it . ” He turned and flipped the deadbolt. She visibly relaxed then she even smiled at him. She reached up to pull the pins from her wig but when she did n’ t get it after the third try she looked at her fingers and frowned at them.
“ Wha t’ s wrong with my fingers ? ” she asked and he had to laugh.
“ Here let me . ” He stepped forward and pulled all the pins then lifted the wig off her head. He turned and put it on the wig stand and she pulled the net off and shook her head violently.
“ Whoa . ” She weaved unsteadily and he put his hand on her waist to steady her.
“ Easy. Your balance is n’ t what it should be . ” He laughed. She looked up at him between chunks of dark curly hair. She weaved toward him and he felt her grip the front of his shirt.
“ He said I was beautiful , ” she said softly. He lifted one lock of unruly hair from in front of her eye and tucked it back.
“You are beautiful,” h e whispered, her eyes were wide and guileless. He could see the deep blue behind the smoke screen. He bent and covered her mouth with his. She was more intoxicating to him than the whiskey was to her. She twined her arms around his neck and leaned against him. He held her tightly against him. He parted his lips and hesitated just a second until she parted hers pushing against him. His restraint failed him and he plunged his tongue into her mouth. He slid his hands up into her hair burying his fingers in the curls. It was even softer then he’d imagined it would be. He felt her unbuttoning the buttons on his shirt and every bit of chivalry he possessed screamed at him to stop. It was just enough to cause him to break from her lips, not enough to cause him to move away completely. He kissed down her jaw line to her neck and buried his face in her hair.
“ Rose, you said I could n’ t afford you . ” He whispered, hoping it would bring her to he senses since he did n’ t seem to have the willpower.
“ I know , ” She sighed .“ No one can, no one can give me what I want. But it does n’ t matter . ” In that moment he woul d’ ve done whatever it took to give her what she wanted. He lifted his head so he could see her face.
“ What do you want ? ” She was n’ t looking at him she was concentrating on opening the buttons on his shirt with her clumsy fingers.
“ A new life , ” she said simply, “ A real home, somewhere where I do n’ t have to be afraid. Do n’ t have to sleep behind a locked door . ” She moved forward and kissed his chest and he could feel her breath on his skin.
“ What are you afraid of ? ” He asked feeling a fierce desire to protect her from the rest of the world.
“ H e’ s coming for me, one day he will find me . ”
“ Who ? ” his arms tightened around her reflexively.
“ Orin Kline . ”
“ Orin Kline is dead . ”
“ No he is n’ t . ” She was still kissing his chest but her words were like icy river water down back.
“Why is he looking for you?” She finally looked up at him and smiled. She grasped the edges of his collar and pulled him down capturing his mouth with hers. He kissed her back but he was fully aware now, he didn’t let himself slip into the drowsy haze of passion. He eased her back until he could sit her down on the edge of the bed. “You forgot your shoes. Here let me…” He pushed her back gently until she was lying on the bed. He pulled her shoes off and began rubbing her feet the way she always did . After a moment she was asleep. He moved her all the way up onto the bed and covered her up.
Matt sat down on the sofa and took a deep breath. Orin Kline was bad news, real bad news even in the scope of the bad news he dealt with on a regular basis. Orin Kline was his own class of criminal, the kind that was so sadistic it made you wonder if he’d
“ Never go to sleep with an unlocked door , ” she insisted, “ Lock the door . ”
“ Alright, I got it . ” He turned and flipped the deadbolt. She visibly relaxed then she even smiled at him. She reached up to pull the pins from her wig but when she did n’ t get it after the third try she looked at her fingers and frowned at them.
“ Wha t’ s wrong with my fingers ? ” she asked and he had to laugh.
“ Here let me . ” He stepped forward and pulled all the pins then lifted the wig off her head. He turned and put it on the wig stand and she pulled the net off and shook her head violently.
“ Whoa . ” She weaved unsteadily and he put his hand on her waist to steady her.
“ Easy. Your balance is n’ t what it should be . ” He laughed. She looked up at him between chunks of dark curly hair. She weaved toward him and he felt her grip the front of his shirt.
“ He said I was beautiful , ” she said softly. He lifted one lock of unruly hair from in front of her eye and tucked it back.
“You are beautiful,” h e whispered, her eyes were wide and guileless. He could see the deep blue behind the smoke screen. He bent and covered her mouth with his. She was more intoxicating to him than the whiskey was to her. She twined her arms around his neck and leaned against him. He held her tightly against him. He parted his lips and hesitated just a second until she parted hers pushing against him. His restraint failed him and he plunged his tongue into her mouth. He slid his hands up into her hair burying his fingers in the curls. It was even softer then he’d imagined it would be. He felt her unbuttoning the buttons on his shirt and every bit of chivalry he possessed screamed at him to stop. It was just enough to cause him to break from her lips, not enough to cause him to move away completely. He kissed down her jaw line to her neck and buried his face in her hair.
“ Rose, you said I could n’ t afford you . ” He whispered, hoping it would bring her to he senses since he did n’ t seem to have the willpower.
“ I know , ” She sighed .“ No one can, no one can give me what I want. But it does n’ t matter . ” In that moment he woul d’ ve done whatever it took to give her what she wanted. He lifted his head so he could see her face.
“ What do you want ? ” She was n’ t looking at him she was concentrating on opening the buttons on his shirt with her clumsy fingers.
“ A new life , ” she said simply, “ A real home, somewhere where I do n’ t have to be afraid. Do n’ t have to sleep behind a locked door . ” She moved forward and kissed his chest and he could feel her breath on his skin.
“ What are you afraid of ? ” He asked feeling a fierce desire to protect her from the rest of the world.
“ H e’ s coming for me, one day he will find me . ”
“ Who ? ” his arms tightened around her reflexively.
“ Orin Kline . ”
“ Orin Kline is dead . ”
“ No he is n’ t . ” She was still kissing his chest but her words were like icy river water down back.
“Why is he looking for you?” She finally looked up at him and smiled. She grasped the edges of his collar and pulled him down capturing his mouth with hers. He kissed her back but he was fully aware now, he didn’t let himself slip into the drowsy haze of passion. He eased her back until he could sit her down on the edge of the bed. “You forgot your shoes. Here let me…” He pushed her back gently until she was lying on the bed. He pulled her shoes off and began rubbing her feet the way she always did . After a moment she was asleep. He moved her all the way up onto the bed and covered her up.
Matt sat down on the sofa and took a deep breath. Orin Kline was bad news, real bad news even in the scope of the bad news he dealt with on a regular basis. Orin Kline was his own class of criminal, the kind that was so sadistic it made you wonder if he’d
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