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"You forgot to give the cat some coffee."
"Huh? Oh, he likes his after he eats." He went back to his plate as if the earth
was once again back on its axis, merrily spinning about the sun.
She was in a nut house.
Zanita wisely turned her attention to her newspaper.
They ate in companionable silence except for the occasional curses from the
backyard where Blooey was trying to save his butternut squash from the predicted
freeze that evening. Suddenly, Zanita sat straight up in her chair.
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"Tyber, it says here that noted psychic Xavier LaLeche is giving a seminar and a
demonstration on healing this evening!"
Tyber looked up from his Analog magazine with glazed eyes, taking a moment to
readjust to this atmosphere. "Where?"
"At the Kingston function hall in Blaketon."
He rubbed his chin. "Hmm, two hours to get there and two hours back. What time?"
"Eight o'clock; think we can do it?"
"Yeah. It'll be a late night, though. Do you have to get up early in the
morning?"
"Fairly, why?"
"If you promise you won't wake me, I'll drive."
Zanita flushed. "Tyber, we need to get something straight. I'm not going to
spend another night here."
"Of course not."
Zanita nodded in agreement, pleased that he understood.
"I want you to move in."
Her cup clattered in the saucer. "What!"
Tyber left his seat, coming around the table to kneel in front of her on one
knee. He took her chilled hands in his. "Don't get nervous, Curls. I know you've
given up men and I respect that. It's just that I think it will be a lot easier
to investigate this story of yours if we have ready access to each other. You
know, sometimes the best ideas happen in the middle of the night." He smiled
beseechingly at her.
"What you never heard of a telephone?"
His thumb traced the top of her hand. "It's not the same. You can't brainstorm
over the phone effectively. Didn't you ever hear of think tanks?"
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She furrowed her eyes. "Yes, but do you really think it would help you?"
He trapped her hands inside his own. "Immeasurably."
"You mean, temporarily, just while we're working together on the story?"
"Think of all the time we'd save."
She scratched her neck. "I don't know& "
He leaned forward to give her succulent little kisses between his words.
"Don't you think it's a good idea, baby?"
"But Tyber, I told you I don't want to get involved!"
He raised his eyebrows. "Involved? Who said anything about it getting involved?"
"No! I mean us! Us involved& "
"Mmm, we are, aren't we?" His tongue swirled inside her mouth in a devastating
foray.
Blooey started to enter the kitchen carrying a basket of squash. Still kissing
Zanita, Tyber motioned to Blooey behind his back. Without breaking his stride,
the little pirate turned and left the room.
Tyber poured on the heat. "Yes?" he whispered into her mouth.
The man could kiss. Zanita tried to think. It wasn't easy under the
circumstances. She needed his help, that she knew. With Tyber's background, his
input would be invaluable in exposing the fraud. What's more, she would have
more time to work on him for an interview, although she didn't hold out much
hope for that. But move in with him?
Temporarily.
It wouldn't be as if she had to deal with a real relationship or anything.
It was a business arrangement. Sort of.
It would make it easier to work together; she could see that. And if they
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indulged in a side& thing, well& they were adults. Truth was, now that Tyber had
given her a taste of the heretofore elusive fruit, she wouldn't mind taking a
few more bites, so to speak. As long as he understood the ground rules.
She clutched his shoulders. "You you wouldn't think of yourself as my my
boyfriend, would you?"
Tyber smiled against her cheek. "Hell, no."
Your man, baby. The one you're going to acquire an insatiable taste for. He
kissed her without mercy.
"Yes?" he drawled once more against her mouth, the flat of his palms at her
back, bringing her tight against him.
"Oh God, yes& " Her fingers filtered through the long locks of his hair as she
kissed him back.
When Zanita was getting ready to leave, Blooey purposely walked by the kitchen
door and discreetly gave Tyber the thumbs-up. Aye, the Captain was a pirate
after his own heart. Blooey beamed. Always sets his course and steers true to
it.
Blooey sauntered away singing a ribald sailor's ditty comparing the sleek lines
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