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“What do you want to do right now, Will?”
He put his hand on the table and used his heat ray eyes to sear her skin through the suit he’d bought. Darcy’s, “Oh,” was involuntary, like the craving in her body for his touch.
“Is that a yes?”
“Yes.”
He took her hand and pulled her close. He went down on his knee, his other hand going to this pocket. This was how the next part of her life was going to start. With the man she loved detained in a police interview room on his knee at her feet.
Nothing about meeting and loving Will Parker had been simple or straightforward and little about building a life with him, and adapting to his world, would be either. But it was worth everything.
She went to her knees beside him. They’d be equals, with equal need to grovel from time to time.
He slid a thick diamond covered platinum band from its grey silk pouch. Not an ostentatious rock, not a loud, ‘look at me’ piece of jewellery she’d have felt awkward wearing. It was classily elegant, timeless and her.
“You’re going to make me cry.”
He took her hand. “I guess that means you like it.”
“If it fits, I’ll forget about the glass.”
He slid it on her finger, easing it over her knuckle till it rested in place—perfectly. She sucked in a breath and met his eyes, pirate raider, gun runner eyes.
He stood and pulled her upright; backed her into the table. Kissing her hard to claim her body after he won her heart, eased her mind, and tagged her finger.
A thump on the glass made her start. Will growled, momentarily distracted from the chain of kisses he connected down her neck. The thump came again. He looked up and over at the mirror, raised a hand and gave whoever was outside the finger.
Darcy laughed, hoping it was only Peter. “This jet of yours, does it have seats that lay back?”
He drew her off the table into a standing position flush against him. “It has a bedroom.” The heat in his body bathed her in desire. He kissed her, softer, thoughtfully. “Small, contained. Just our kind of place.” He released her and grabbed her hand, made for the door, and flung it open.
Pete said, “Good Lord, I was worried they’d get you for indecent exposure.”
Will grinned, clapped Pete on the shoulder. “Can you get us out of here?” He didn’t wait for an answer. He started off down the corridor, keeping her tight at his side.
Pete kept up easily. “You’re free. The statement just went out. But we’ll have to sneak you out through the underground car park to avoid the media.”
“Now why would I want to do that, Pete?”
“In the last hour you’ve gone from suspect to victim to urban legend. Enough good work for one day.”
Will stopped within sight of the duty sergeant’s desk at the entrance way. “Not quite.”
Outside the glass doors was the usual posse of journalists, photographers and news crews, chasing the story of the day. Darcy could see the Channel Five camera.
Will squeezed her hand. “I’d still rather read the news than make it, but I want one more headline before I go cold turkey on inviting the public into my private life.”
She read his mind. He was going to tell their story.
Pete chimed in, “‘Will Parker Certifiably Insane’.”
Will laughed. “No. ‘Will Parker Loves Darcy Campbell’.” He tugged her towards the door. Outside the posse came to life.
Pete groaned. “Aileen is going to hate this.”
Will turned to face her. “Are you ready?”
Darcy nodded. She was ready for anything with Will Parker in her life, even being on the wrong side, the opposite side, of the cameras, and the commentators.
