She could have debated the point. Instead she stood with her eyes closed, feeling the sense of connection with Jake.
Touch your breast.
This time she let herself go with the flow, raising her hand and stroking her finger across a hardened nipple.
Her own touch sent a jolt of sensation through her. Through him, too, because she knew he felt it.
We should stop this, she said.
Stay with me.
What are you going to do, have me start taking off my clothes out here on the balcony?
We both know that’s not a good idea.
Butthisis? Instead of just playing, we should see if we can do something with our minds.
Like what?
I don’t know. Make something on one of the floats move. Or turn the lights on and off without touching the switch.
You want to give up this game for something constructive?
She heard the grin in his voice.
Yes. Come out here.
You’re getting ambitious. What float do you want to focus on?
I don’t know. Help me choose.
He was walking to the office door when she heard a low buzzing sound. It didn’t come from her ears. It was something Jake was hearing.
CHAPTER TEN
What was that?
That’s the alarm I set when we came in. Someone’s here. Stay against the wall and move back to the office.
Sudden dread coursed through her as she peered into the darkened warehouse. Mickey had arranged the meeting, but he was here way early. Like her and Jake he was being cautious, or maybe he’d come prepared to set something up.
She was almost to the door of the office when Jake stepped out, easing the door closed before walking quietly toward her. She inched toward him, and he reached for her hand and pressed his shoulder against hers. He was carrying her purse in his free hand, and he gave it to her.
She knew it was because that was where she’d put her gun.
When Jake gave her a meaningful look, she slung the strap of the purse across her chest, then opened it so she could see the revolver, feeling like she’d stepped into a scene in a cop show.
The weapon should have made her feel safer. Instead, she felt a kind of raw exposure that she couldn’t explain. It was kind of like when she and Jake had been playing around. They’d been focusing on physical sensations and sending silent messages. Somehow she felt like the guy who’d come in was probing on the same wavelength.
He’d stayed out of sight. Now he walked to the middleof the floor. He was medium height, with blond hair. From where they were standing, they couldn’t see his eyes, but his posture was relaxed as he thrust his hands into the pockets of his jeans.
He looked around, then called, “Come out. I know you’re up there.”
“We’ll stay here,” Jake called back.
The guy shrugged.
“And you are. . . ?” Jake asked.
