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He raised his eyebrows. “Whatever needs doing,” he said mildly.
“Thank you so much for the reassurance! Are you expecting any kind of trouble? I thought you said the building was sealed.”
“The building is sealed, and no, I’m not expecting any trouble. That doesn’t mean I’m going to be caught unprepared if I’m wrong. Don’t worry about it. I’m always armed, in one way or another. It’s just that this is the first time you’ve noticed.”
She stared at him. “You don’t usually carry a pistol.”
“Yes, I do. You wouldn’t have noticed it now if I hadn’t taken my coat off.”
“You didn’t have one the night we—” She cut off the rest of the sentence.
“Made love?” He finished it for her. His blue eyes were steady, watchful. “Not that night, no. I knew I was going to make love to you, and I didn’t want to scare you in any way, so I locked the pistol in the glove compartment before I picked you up. But I had a knife in my boot. Just like I do now.”
It was difficult to breathe. She fought to suck in a deep breath as she bypassed the issue of the pistol and latched on to the most shocking part of what he’d just said. “You knew we were going to make love?”
He gave her another of those thoughtful looks. “You don’t want to talk about that right now. Let’s get finished here and get settled in the lobby before dark so we can save the batteries in the flashlights.”
It was another logical suggestion, except for the fact that night wouldn’t arrive until about nine o’clock, giving them plenty of time. She leaned back against the desk and crossed her arms. “Why don’t I want to talk about it now?”
“Just an assumption I made. You’ve spent over half a year avoiding me, so I didn’t think you would suddenly want to start an in-depth discussion. If I’m wrong, by all means let’s talk.” A sudden dangerous glitter lit his eyes. “Was I too rough? Was five times too many? I don’t think so, because I could feel your climaxes squeezing me,” he said bluntly. “Not to mention the way you had your legs locked around me so tight I could barely move. And I know damn good and well I don’t snore or talk in my sleep, so just what in hell happened to send you running?”
His voice was low and hard, and he had moved closer so that he loomed over her. She had never seen him lose control, but as she saw the rage in his eyes she knew that he was closer to doing so now than she had ever imagined. It shook her a little. Not because she was afraid of him—at least, not in that way—but because she hadn’t imagined it would have mattered so much to him.
Then she squared her shoulders, determined not to let him take charge of the conversation and turn it back on her the way he had so many times. “What do you mean, you knew we would make love that night?” she demanded, getting back to the original subject.
“Just what I said.”
“How could you have been so sure? I certainly hadn’t planned on it happening.”
“No. But I knew you wouldn’t turn me down.”
“You know a damn lot, don’t you?” she snapped, incensed by that unshakable self-confidence of his.
“Yeah. But I don’t know why you ran afterward. So why don’t you tell me? Then we can get the problem straightened out and pick up where we left off.”
She glared at him, not budging. He ran his hand through his dark hair, which he kept in a short, almost military cut. He was so controlled, it was one of the few gestures of irritation she could ever remember him making. “All right,” he muttered. “I knew you were hiding things from me, maybe because you didn’t trust what was between us. I thought that once we’d made love, once you knew you belonged to me, you’d trust me and stop holding back.”
She forgot to glare. Her arms dropped to her sides, and she gaped at him. “I belong to you? I beg your pardon! Do you have a bill of sale that I don’t know about?”
“Yes, belong!” he barked. “I had planned on marriage, kids, the whole bit, but you kept edging away from me. And I didn’t know why. I still don’t.”
“Marriage? Kids?” She could barely speak, she was so astounded. The words came out in a squeak. “I don’t suppose it ever occurred to you to let me in on all of this planning you were doing, did it? No, don’t bother to answer. You made up your mind, and that was it, regardless of how I felt.”
“I knew how you felt. You were in love with me. You still are. That’s why it doesn’t make sense that you ran.”
“Maybe not to you, but it’s crystal clear to me.” She looked away, her face burning. She hadn’t realized her feelings had been so obvious to him, though she had known fairly early in their relationship that she loved him. The more uneasy she had become, however, the more she had tried to hide the intensity of her feelings.
“Then why don’t you let me in on the secret? I’m tired of this. Whatever it is I did, I apologize for it. We’ve wasted enough time.”
His arrogance was astonishing, even though she had recognized that part of his character from the beginning. Quinlan was generally a quiet man, but it was the quietness of someone who had nothing to prove, to himself or anyone else. He had decided to put an end to the situation, and that was that, at least from his viewpoint.
But not from hers.
“You listen to me, Tom Quinlan,” she said furiously. “I don’t care what plans you’ve made, you can just write me out of them. I don’t want—”
“I can’t do that,” he interrupted.
“Why not?”
