“Nice meeting you, too.” Carmen smiled and waved. As soon as she left, Carmen's whole facial expression changed. “Why did you kick me? That hurt,” she said and kicked Marcus.
“Ouch! I'm sorry, Carmen. But if you told her that our case had any connection to hers, Mark would have gotten stood up, and you'd be reading it in the paper in the morning. And all that will do is make our killer cover their tracks a little deeper.”
“I wasn't thinking. I can see the headlines now, Ferguson Investigation Points To Hudson Financial. You're right, I'm sorry and I'm sorry I kicked you.”
“It really hurts, too.”
Carmen leaned forward. “Do you want me to kiss it and make it better?” she whispered.
“I thought you wanted to go dancing?”
“First things first.”
Carmen led Marcus out of the restaurant and back to her condo to provide a bit of sexual healing for his wound. After which, Carmen abruptly rolled out of bed and started for the bathroom. Marcus sat up in bed and watched her for a whi
le before asking, “Where are you going?”
“I still want to go dancing,” Carmen said and motioned for Marcus to join her, which he gladly did. “I think I'm falling in love with you, Marcus. With everything you say, everything you do. Every time I look at you, I fall a little further,” Carmen said quietly and without looking at him.
“Wow. Where did that come from?”
“It's what I was feeling. So I said it. I'm sorry I said it. I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable.”
“It wasn't that, it was the way you said it. I just wasn't expecting it, that's all. Because in digging everything about you. I don't know if it's love that I'm feeling. All I know is that it feels better than anything I've felt in a lifetime. And I want more, as much as you want to give me.”
CAUSE WE'VE ENDED NOW AS LOVERS
“Marcus, Marcus,” Carmen said as she shook him gently. “There's somebody at the door.”
“Huh,” Marcus mumbled and rolled into Carmen's arms.
“There's somebody at the door.”
“Who is it?”
“I don't know, Marcus. My psychic powers aren't in tune this early.”
“What?”
“Why don't you get up and go see?”
“They'll go away,” Marcus said and eased his body closer to Carmen.
“Get up, Marcus. It might be important.” Carmen pushed Marcus away from her body.
“Okay, okay.”
Reluctantly, Marcus rolled out of bed and wandered around the room looking for his robe, as the doorbell rang again. He walked slowly to the window and looked out.
“Randa. The perfect way to start a morning.” He turned around and walked back to the bedroom.
“Who was it, Marcus?”
“Randa,” Marcus said taking off his robe and putting on a shirt and pants.
“What does she want?”
“I don't know.” The bell rang again. “But I'm going to find out.”