This place gives me the creeps.
The place, or the situation?
Both.She stared at the sandwich she’d unwrapped.I’m not real hungry.
But we both should eat. We’ll be in better shape if we do.
They ate part of the sandwiches and wrapped up the rest.
“Is there another way out of here, besides down the stairs we came up?” she asked.
“The balcony turns a corner. You can’t see from here, but there’s another set of stairs that leads to a back door.”
“Good. I’d hate to be trapped up here.”
“I wouldn’t have come up if that had been the case.”
She glanced at her watch. “We still have almost three hours to wait. Maybe we should . . . practice.”
He gave her a wolfish grin.
“I wasn’t thinking ofthat.”
It’s how we forged the link. It’s how we increased the connection.
She looked around and knew he picked up her distaste for the setting.
Okay. Not such a great place to make love. What did you have in mind?he asked.
Seeing how far away we can get from each other and still talk like this–without speaking aloud.
He looked from her to the balcony outside the office.I don’t like the idea of letting you out of my sight. Not when we don’t know when that guy will show up.
I think we’ve got plenty of time.
We don’t know for sure.
While they were talking mind to mind, she stepped out the door and onto the balcony, closing the door behind her.
Come back!He shouted inside her head.
I can still hear you.
Through the window, he glared at her.
She walked farther along the balcony and stopped about twenty-five feet from where he stood.
Now?she asked.
Not as easy.
They could still see each other. She turned her back, facing out toward the warehouse floor, where she could look downon the giant floats. Then she backed up so that her shoulders were pressed against the wall.
How about now?
Not much.He was silent for several moments, then said inside her head,Rub . . . your finger . . . across your lips.
The communication was very faint, just a whisper in her mind, but she asked, Why?
