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Walker
watched Skye in the moonlight, and could see she was fighting an
inner battle, and wondered if it was the same battle he was
fighting. There was no
denying she was beautiful, just as there was no denying he wanted
her, but he was also sure that somehow she fitted into the
investigation, but he just couldn’t figure out where. He'd never
used a woman in his life and wasn't about to now, at least not if he
could help it. It was
totally against his code of ethics.
But neither could he sit back and let his business go under
without a fight, his conscience argued. Swearing under his breath
was becoming an uncontrollable habit, he thought dryly.
Perhaps he ought to learn another language - it might give
him a wider variety expletives to choose from.
Deep
in thought, Skye hadn't noticed Walker
cut the engines, nor did she feel the fender bump the dock, as the
boat finally came to rest. It was the sudden total silence that
brought Skye out of her reverie and back to the present.
Saddened that their afternoon together was coming to an end,
she stepped carefully off the boat, guided only by Walker
's torch and the moonlight. She
was oddly quiet and withdrawn as she made her way up the path
towards the cabin, blinking away the sudden tears that appeared for
no reason that she could fathom, other than a fear of overwhelming
loneliness. Stopping
midway, in an attempt to prolong their last remaining minutes
together, a deep sense of realisation hit her hard.
She no longer wanted to spend the night on her own, but what
choice did she have? She could hardly ask him to stay on the
strength of a few moments in his arms.
It didn't give her any right to expect anything more, and
even if he were to suggest something more, was she really ready to
accept?
Walker
thought Skye was right behind him, and turned to help her up the
steps of the cabin, only to find her standing all alone in the
middle of the path. He
re-traced his steps, coming to a halt barely a foot away from her.
Her upturned face was bathed in moonlight as she searched the
heavens. Walker
too raised his head to see what she was staring at.
The sky was alight with a myriad of stars.
A knot rose in Skye's throat, making her voice soft and
husky.
"Isn't
that a wonderful sight? We've
so much light pollution in
London
, you never get to see a star, let alone a sky full of them,"
she said dropping her gaze to his, her voice trailing away to a
whisper.
"I
guess we're kind of lucky out here," he replied, "although
we tend to take nights like this for granted."
Walker
held his gaze steady as he bent his head to Skye's.
Her eyes were filled with a curious deep longing that
shattered all his resolve. He
reached out and gently touched her face. Slowly he lowered his head,
his eyes never leaving her hers as he brushed her lips in a
feather-light kiss. The
touch of Walker s hand was almost unbearable as it caressed her cheek, sending
shivers of excitement rippling through her body.
Gently, sliding his hand to her neck, Walker pulled her mouth
closer to his, allowing his tongue to trace the soft fullness of her
lips. Her body arched
seeking his. She softly
moaned as her lips parted and she gave herself freely to the passion
of his mouth.
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