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The Lunatic Cafe :: Гамильтон Лорел
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"I'm a schoolteacher."
"Oh, really."
I lost the conversation then. I grabbed the jacket from the closet and walked back out. They were chatting along like old buddies.
"Yes, Anita is our preternatural expert. Wouldn't know what to do without her."
"I'm ready. Let's go." I walked past them and opened the door. I held the door for Zerbrowski.
He smiled at me. "How long have you two been dating?"
Richard looked at me. He was pretty good at picking up when I wasn't comfortable. He was going to let me answer the question. Good of him. Too good. If he would only be completely unreasonable and give me an excuse to say no. This isn't worth it. But damn if he didn't work really hard at keeping me happy. Not an easy task.
"Since November," I said.
"Two months, not bad. Katie and I were engaged two months after our first date." His eyes sparkled, his grin was mocking. He was pulling my leg, he didn't know it was coming off in his hands.
Richard looked at me. The look was long and serious. "Two months isn't very long, really."
He'd given me an out. I didn't deserve him.
"Long enough if it's the right one," Zerbrowski said.
I tried to get Zerbrowski through the door. He was grinning. He had no intention of being hurried. My only hope was for Dolph to page him again. That'd light a fire under his butt.
Dolph didn't call. Zerbrowski grinned at me. Richard looked at me. His big brown eyes were deep and wounded. I wanted to take his face in my hands and wipe that hurt from his eyes. Oh, hell.
He was the right one—probably. "I've got to go."
"I know," he said.
I glanced at Zerbrowski. He was grinning at us, enjoying the show.
Was I supposed to kiss him good-bye? We weren't engaged anymore. Quickest engagement in history. But we were still dating. I still loved him. That deserved a kiss if nothing else.
I grabbed the front of his sweater and pulled him down to me. He looked surprised. "You don't have to do this for show," he whispered.
"Shut up and kiss me."
That earned me a smile. Every kiss was still a pleasant shock. No one's lips were this soft. No one else tasted this good.
His hair fell forward and I grabbed a handful of it, pressing his face to mine. His hands slid around my back, underneath the leather jacket, hands kneading the sweater.
I pushed away from him, breathless. I didn't want to go now. With him staying overnight maybe it was a good thing I had to leave for a while.
"I'm a schoolteacher."
"Oh, really."
I lost the conversation then. I grabbed the jacket from the closet and walked back out. They were chatting along like old buddies.
"Yes, Anita is our preternatural expert. Wouldn't know what to do without her."
"I'm ready. Let's go." I walked past them and opened the door. I held the door for Zerbrowski.
He smiled at me. "How long have you two been dating?"
Richard looked at me. He was pretty good at picking up when I wasn't comfortable. He was going to let me answer the question. Good of him. Too good. If he would only be completely unreasonable and give me an excuse to say no. This isn't worth it. But damn if he didn't work really hard at keeping me happy. Not an easy task.
"Since November," I said.
"Two months, not bad. Katie and I were engaged two months after our first date." His eyes sparkled, his grin was mocking. He was pulling my leg, he didn't know it was coming off in his hands.
Richard looked at me. The look was long and serious. "Two months isn't very long, really."
He'd given me an out. I didn't deserve him.
"Long enough if it's the right one," Zerbrowski said.
I tried to get Zerbrowski through the door. He was grinning. He had no intention of being hurried. My only hope was for Dolph to page him again. That'd light a fire under his butt.
Dolph didn't call. Zerbrowski grinned at me. Richard looked at me. His big brown eyes were deep and wounded. I wanted to take his face in my hands and wipe that hurt from his eyes. Oh, hell.
He was the right one—probably. "I've got to go."
"I know," he said.
I glanced at Zerbrowski. He was grinning at us, enjoying the show.
Was I supposed to kiss him good-bye? We weren't engaged anymore. Quickest engagement in history. But we were still dating. I still loved him. That deserved a kiss if nothing else.
I grabbed the front of his sweater and pulled him down to me. He looked surprised. "You don't have to do this for show," he whispered.
"Shut up and kiss me."
That earned me a smile. Every kiss was still a pleasant shock. No one's lips were this soft. No one else tasted this good.
His hair fell forward and I grabbed a handful of it, pressing his face to mine. His hands slid around my back, underneath the leather jacket, hands kneading the sweater.
I pushed away from him, breathless. I didn't want to go now. With him staying overnight maybe it was a good thing I had to leave for a while.