“You’re so good at details.”
“You must let me know if I’m in any danger of boring you,”
he drawled, “with my habitual thoroughness.”
“Avenging angels are never dull,” she told him on a note of
laughter. “They always seem to
unsheath
their flaming
swords whenever things need livening up!”
“Veiled sexual innuendoes yet!” he complained as they
reached the door of the beachfront home. “As a business associate you lack a
certain sober, responsible, conservative attitude, you know that, don’t you?”
She went into his arms as they stepped through the sliding
glass door, her eyes very brilliant in the moonlight. “And as your woman?”
“As my woman,” he rasped heavily, his mouth coming down on
hers with familiar, rough passion, “you’re quite perfect. The partnership,
Samantha Maitland Sinclair, is for life, you know that, don’t you?”
“Oh, yes. You’re a very thorough man, remember? I expect
nothing less than the most binding of contracts.”