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from the bottom end to avoid stepping over him. Then she settled
gingerly under the covers, eyeing him with that wary, distrustful
gaze.
His face softened a little, and the change in his expression from that
was so noticeable that she had to stare. Those features were really
hard, with a firm, uncompromising jaw and harsh cheekbones and
browbone, and she'd only seen him with a determined look in those
bright green eyes. That gentler expression made him look younger,
and she found herself revising her impression of his age. He would be
in his late twenties, perhaps, or thirty. 'You don't have anything to feel
nervous about, child,' he said quietly. 'I won't hurt you.'
Her eyes widened at that, and she felt supremely startled. She was
touched by what he had said, but then her facial expression sharpened
and she snapped, 'I don't believe that, and I don't trust you. You're
hurting me now, damn you, and there's nothing I can do about it!'
His eyes changed and they stared at each other for a minute before
Dee deliberately rolled over and pulled her covers to her neck. There
was a moment or two of tense silence and then something rustled. She
stiffened, but all that happened was that the light was abruptly doused
and they were plunged into darkness. The last thing said between
them was when Mike said implacably, 'We leave in the morning,
early.' And the words fell on her heart like a heavy stone.
Dee didn't sleep well at all, what with nervousness cramping in her
stomach and apprehension holding her in its grip. She could hear
Mike's quiet breathing, even and soft in the darkness, and the sound
was strangely intimate and soothing. Even so, she had the impression
of a coiled, dangerous animal crouching at her feet and she dared not
move for fear she might wake the beast.
When the first golden rays began to dispel the predawn's greyness,
she quietly crept out of her covers and went to her tiny kitchen to start
the coffee. When she turned around and glanced at Mike, she found
him watching her calmly, alertly, though he still looked relaxed. He
also looked rested, which was more than she could say for herself.
She put a self-conscious hand to her rumpled hair, blinking sleepily.
'I must look like a mess,' she mumbled, sliding her eyes away from
his. In actuality she looked like a sleepy rumpled kitten, with those
clear blue eyes peering out from under the yellow gold of her curling
hair. The nightshirt was too large and merely served to emphasise the
slight delicate lines of her bone structure, and drew attention to her
legs.
'Mm,' was his only comment, but when Dee glanced up and caught
his gaze, she saw appreciation flicker in them as he swept her over
with an encompassing look. That made her more self-conscious than
before, and she became aware of how much bare leg she was
exposing. In comparison to her tiny bikini, it wasn't much, but the
context of it was what had her blushing furiously. A quick second
glance at him found him looking slightly amused, and this only
served to make her redden even more. 'Who gets first dibs on the
bathroom?'
She seized on that gratefully. 'I'll get in first, so that I can be packing
while you're in.' And then, with asudden forlorn look around, she
added miserably, 'What's going to happen to all my things?' But she
ducked her head without waiting for a reply, then turned to bring
down a coffee mug from the cupboard, pouring some of the fresh hot
liquid into it and handing it carefully to him, heart rattling madly
away and mouth dry. She kept a stern hold on her expression, though,
and her face was calm. Mike took it with a murmured thanks, and
then glanced at her other empty hand curiously.
'You're not having any?' He sipped at the cup and winced at its heat.
'No,' she replied offhandedly, 'I want to take a shower first so that my
hair can dry. Leave the burner on and I'll have some when I get out.'
He nodded, and she quickly escaped into the minuscule privacy of the
bathroom, shutting the door and leaning against it, sagging. Then,
shooting into frantic action, she jumped into the shower and was out
again before the water had a chance to heat up. Towelling her hair dry
and combing it with a ruthless disregard for the painful tangles, she
was out again in about seven minutes. The drug was powerful and it
would start to hit him soon. She found him partially dressed, with a [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]

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