Convincing Alex
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An immediate flood of resentment had him tightening his hold. "Little bitches."
Pleased with the support, she cuddled closer. "It was an epiphany for me. Suddenly I saw that pacifism, while morally sound, could get you trampled into dust. I waited for Dawn outside the science lab one day. We started out with words—I've always been good at them. We progressed to pushing and shoving and drew quite a crowd. She swung first. I didn't expect it, and she bopped me right on the nose. Let me tell you, Detective, pain can be a great motivator."
"Separates the nerds from the toughs."
"You got it. It took three of them to pull me off her, but before they did, I'd blackened her baby-blues, split her Cupid's-bow mouth and loosened several of her pearly-whites."
"Good for you, McNee."
"It was good," she said with a sigh. "In fact, it felt so good, I've had to be careful with my temper ever since. I didn't just want to hurt her, you see. I wanted to mangle her."
He took her hand, curled it into a fist and raised it to his lips. "I'll have to watch my step. Did you take much heat?"
"We both got suspended. My parents were appalled and embarrassed enough by my behavior to cancel my summer plans and switch me to another school."
"But—" He cut himself off. Not every family was as supportive as his.
"It was the best thing that could have happened to me," she told him. "I started off with a clean slate. I was still ugly, but I knew how to handle myself."
Even if she didn't realize she was carrying around some emotional scars, he did. He rolled over her, cupping her face in his hands. "Listen, McNee, you're beautiful."
Amused, she grinned. "Sure I am."
He didn't smile. In the dim light, his eyes were very intense. "I said, you're beautiful. Why else haven't I been able to get you out of my mind since the first time I saw you?"
"Intriguing," she corrected. "Unusual."
"Gorgeous," he murmured, and watched her blink in surprise. "Ivory for skin, fire for hair, jade for eyes. And these." He traced a fingertip over a sprinkling of freckles. "Gold dust."
"You've already gotten me into bed, Alexi," she said lightly. She had to speak lightly, or she'd humiliate herself with tears. "But the flattery is appreciated." With a grin, she linked her arms around his neck. "But haven't you heard the one about actions speaking louder than words?"
He arched a brow. "If you insist."
"Oh, I do," she murmured, as his mouth came down to hers. "I absolutely do."
With her bag slapping hard against her hip, Bess raced into the office, ten minutes late. "I have a good excuse," she called to Lori.
Her perpetually prompt partner was standing by the coffeepot, her back to the door. "It's all right. I'm running behind myself."
"You?" Bess dropped her bag, stretched her shoulders. She might have skipped her workout that morning, but she was feeling as limber as a snake. "What is it, a national holiday?" She crossed to the pot herself, chattering as she poured a cup. "Well, I'd save my excuse for another time, but I can hardly stand not to tell you." She lifted shining eyes, then stopped after one look at Lori's face. "What is it, honey?"
"It's nothing." After giving herself a shake, Lori sipped her coffee. "It's just that Steven caught me on my way in."
"Did he say something to upset you?"
"He said he loved me." She pressed her lips together. She'd be damned if she'd cry over him again. "The sonofabitch."
"Let's sit down." Bess curled a comforting arm around Lori's shoulder. "You might not want to hear this, but I think he means it."
"He doesn't even know what it means." Furious, Lori dashed one rogue tear away. "I'm not going to let him do this to me again. Get me believing, get me all churned up, just so he can back off when things get serious. Let him have the fantasy life. I've got reality."
Because she'd been waiting for an opening just like this, Bess crouched down in front of her. "Which is?"
"A job, paying your bills—"
"Boring," Bess finished, and Lori's brimming eyes flashed.
"Then I'm boring."
"No, you're not." Sighing, Bess set her coffee aside and took one of Lori's hands. "Maybe you're afraid to take risks, but that doesn't make you boring. And I know you want more out of life than a job and a good credit rating."
"What's wrong with those things?"
"Nothing, as long as that's not all you have. Lori, I know you're still in love with him."
"That's my problem."'
"His, too. He's miserable without you."
Suddenly weary, Lori rubbed her fingers between her brows. "He's the one who broke things off. He said he didn't want complications, a long-term commitment."
"He was wrong. I'd bet the bank that he knows he's wrong. Why don't you just talk to him?"
"I don't know if I can." She squeezed her eyes tight. "It hurts."
An odd light flickered in Bess's eyes. "Is that how you know it's real? When it hurts?"
"It's one of the top symptoms." She opened her eyes again. This time, there was a trace of hope mixed with the tears. "Do you really think he's unhappy?"
"I know he is. Just talk, Lori. Hear each other out."
"Maybe." She gave Bess's hand a quick squeeze, then reached for her coffee again. "I wasn't going to dump this on you first thing."
"What are pals for?"
"Well, pal, we'd better get to work, or a lot of people will be out of a job."
"Great. I've been playing with the dialogue in that scene between Storm and Jade. We want to bump up the sexual tension."
Lori was already nodding and booting up the computer. "You're the dialogue champ," she began, then glanced up. "So why were you late?"
"It's not important. We've got them running into each other at the station house. The long look first, then—"
"Bess, you're only making me more curious. Get it out of the way, or I won't be able to work."
Pleased with the support, she cuddled closer. "It was an epiphany for me. Suddenly I saw that pacifism, while morally sound, could get you trampled into dust. I waited for Dawn outside the science lab one day. We started out with words—I've always been good at them. We progressed to pushing and shoving and drew quite a crowd. She swung first. I didn't expect it, and she bopped me right on the nose. Let me tell you, Detective, pain can be a great motivator."
"Separates the nerds from the toughs."
"You got it. It took three of them to pull me off her, but before they did, I'd blackened her baby-blues, split her Cupid's-bow mouth and loosened several of her pearly-whites."
"Good for you, McNee."
"It was good," she said with a sigh. "In fact, it felt so good, I've had to be careful with my temper ever since. I didn't just want to hurt her, you see. I wanted to mangle her."
He took her hand, curled it into a fist and raised it to his lips. "I'll have to watch my step. Did you take much heat?"
"We both got suspended. My parents were appalled and embarrassed enough by my behavior to cancel my summer plans and switch me to another school."
"But—" He cut himself off. Not every family was as supportive as his.
"It was the best thing that could have happened to me," she told him. "I started off with a clean slate. I was still ugly, but I knew how to handle myself."
Even if she didn't realize she was carrying around some emotional scars, he did. He rolled over her, cupping her face in his hands. "Listen, McNee, you're beautiful."
Amused, she grinned. "Sure I am."
He didn't smile. In the dim light, his eyes were very intense. "I said, you're beautiful. Why else haven't I been able to get you out of my mind since the first time I saw you?"
"Intriguing," she corrected. "Unusual."
"Gorgeous," he murmured, and watched her blink in surprise. "Ivory for skin, fire for hair, jade for eyes. And these." He traced a fingertip over a sprinkling of freckles. "Gold dust."
"You've already gotten me into bed, Alexi," she said lightly. She had to speak lightly, or she'd humiliate herself with tears. "But the flattery is appreciated." With a grin, she linked her arms around his neck. "But haven't you heard the one about actions speaking louder than words?"
He arched a brow. "If you insist."
"Oh, I do," she murmured, as his mouth came down to hers. "I absolutely do."
With her bag slapping hard against her hip, Bess raced into the office, ten minutes late. "I have a good excuse," she called to Lori.
Her perpetually prompt partner was standing by the coffeepot, her back to the door. "It's all right. I'm running behind myself."
"You?" Bess dropped her bag, stretched her shoulders. She might have skipped her workout that morning, but she was feeling as limber as a snake. "What is it, a national holiday?" She crossed to the pot herself, chattering as she poured a cup. "Well, I'd save my excuse for another time, but I can hardly stand not to tell you." She lifted shining eyes, then stopped after one look at Lori's face. "What is it, honey?"
"It's nothing." After giving herself a shake, Lori sipped her coffee. "It's just that Steven caught me on my way in."
"Did he say something to upset you?"
"He said he loved me." She pressed her lips together. She'd be damned if she'd cry over him again. "The sonofabitch."
"Let's sit down." Bess curled a comforting arm around Lori's shoulder. "You might not want to hear this, but I think he means it."
"He doesn't even know what it means." Furious, Lori dashed one rogue tear away. "I'm not going to let him do this to me again. Get me believing, get me all churned up, just so he can back off when things get serious. Let him have the fantasy life. I've got reality."
Because she'd been waiting for an opening just like this, Bess crouched down in front of her. "Which is?"
"A job, paying your bills—"
"Boring," Bess finished, and Lori's brimming eyes flashed.
"Then I'm boring."
"No, you're not." Sighing, Bess set her coffee aside and took one of Lori's hands. "Maybe you're afraid to take risks, but that doesn't make you boring. And I know you want more out of life than a job and a good credit rating."
"What's wrong with those things?"
"Nothing, as long as that's not all you have. Lori, I know you're still in love with him."
"That's my problem."'
"His, too. He's miserable without you."
Suddenly weary, Lori rubbed her fingers between her brows. "He's the one who broke things off. He said he didn't want complications, a long-term commitment."
"He was wrong. I'd bet the bank that he knows he's wrong. Why don't you just talk to him?"
"I don't know if I can." She squeezed her eyes tight. "It hurts."
An odd light flickered in Bess's eyes. "Is that how you know it's real? When it hurts?"
"It's one of the top symptoms." She opened her eyes again. This time, there was a trace of hope mixed with the tears. "Do you really think he's unhappy?"
"I know he is. Just talk, Lori. Hear each other out."
"Maybe." She gave Bess's hand a quick squeeze, then reached for her coffee again. "I wasn't going to dump this on you first thing."
"What are pals for?"
"Well, pal, we'd better get to work, or a lot of people will be out of a job."
"Great. I've been playing with the dialogue in that scene between Storm and Jade. We want to bump up the sexual tension."
Lori was already nodding and booting up the computer. "You're the dialogue champ," she began, then glanced up. "So why were you late?"
"It's not important. We've got them running into each other at the station house. The long look first, then—"
"Bess, you're only making me more curious. Get it out of the way, or I won't be able to work."
