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you - okay?"

      "Yes. Thank you," Kit replied. Want to drag you into your office and kiss you until you beg for mercy kind of okay, she thought. But, I'm okay.

      Kit turned to Douglas and grinned. "It's really good to see you again."

      Which was what she'd wanted to say to Alex; what she would have said, had they been alone. After she'd done the kissing thing, of course.

      "It is lovely to see you too, Kit." Douglas's eyes crinkled with pleasure under his unruly white eyebrows, as he encased her hand in both of his. "I do hope, my dear, that the other person came off second best," he added.

      "Oh yes," Kit nodded. "His genitals are going to need long-term physiotherapy; maybe even psychotherapy seeing it was his balls he was using to think with when we, ah, met."

      "Don't they all," said the now definitely familiar strange woman. "Present company excepted, I'm sure," she added, with a glance at Douglas.

      Kit peered at the woman. She did know who she was, she was sure, but not directly. This was one of those seeing your bank teller at a Judy Small concert and not being able to place where you know her from type situation. Or the being so familiar with an actor syndrome that, even though you can't remember their name, you think you actually know them; whereon you proceed to make an idiot of yourself by saying say 'hi' as if you do, two seconds before you realise you don't, and one second before you realise they don't know you at all, because you're not famous.

      "It's all right," the woman smiled. "We don't know each other."

      "Oh good," Kit smiled, not really caring because she was finally, after 68 days and - no, O'Malley, we are not counting hours (four) - she was finally standing within touching distance of...

      "I'm Carol Webster..."

      Oh god. The bloody woman was still talking.

      "...Independent candidate in the Nareen by-election. You've probably seen me on the tele."

      "Oh, right," Kit said, recalling the TV news coverage of her campaign launch the previous night. "You're the Mayor of Brinlea. Tell me, is Richmond part of the Nareen electorate?"

      "Outgoing Mayor, and no," she laughed.

      "Good," Kit shrugged, uselessly. She looked at Alex, hoping she'd make a move of some kind.

      She did. She pushed her hair back behind one ear and looked apologetic.

      That's not quite what I had in mind, Kit thought.

      "I'm sorry, O'Malley," Alex said. "Can we take a rain check on lunch?"

      No way!

      "Carol's appointment is rather important," Alex continued.

      What? And I'm not? Kit wondered. "Rain check. Sure," she said.

      "Oh, no," Carol sighed. "Have I upset your lunch plans?"

      "It's okay, Carol," Alex said, soothingly.

      It is bloody not! Kit thought. "Yeah, don't worry. It's no big deal," she lied.

      Alex glanced at Kit with a serious but questioning expression. It was one of those Alex Cazenove looks; one of the special ones that ask everything, and give absolutely nothing away. It was the intriguing, maddening, mysterious, sexy, what-do-you-mean-by-that look. The one Kit had fallen in love with; the one Alex didn't know she did so well.

      Kit just raised her eyebrows and smiled.

      Alex, still with her eyes on Kit, asked Douglas if he'd be so kind as to show Carol back to her office. "I'll walk you out," she said to Kit, when they were alone except for the out-of-character farewell noises being made by Margaret Richards.

      "Bye, Margaret," Kit said over her shoulder as she followed Alex out the front door to the lift. "Is this an occupational hazard?" Alex asked, barely touching Kit's cheek.

      "No, actually," Kit smiled. "The guy had no idea who I was, what I am, or...anything."

      Aagh! The lift was taking forever. "So, how long is this rain check for?" she asked.

      "I was thinking..." Alex began.

      "I've missed you." Kit couldn't help herself.

      "Really?" Alex asked, as if she didn't quite believe her.

      "Yes," Kit breathed. Shut up, O'Malley.

      "I was thinking, dinner tonight," Alex suggested, as the lift opened. "I'm sorry about Carol," she added, narrowing those amazing eyes - just a little. "This wasn't supposed to happen."

      "It's okay, really," Kit said stepping into the lift. "Dinner tonight it is then."

      "Good. We need to talk." Alex smiled.

      "We sure do," Kit acknowledged, wishing to hell she could be more than Miss Monosyllabic. "Your place or mine?" she asked, continuing the trend.

      Alex just nodded. Kit turned her palms up expectantly and, as the doors began closing, she started leaning so she could keep her eyes on Alex as the gap between them narrowed.

      "Damn it, O'Malley." Alex stepped into the lift; the doors closed behind her. "I guess I'll have to do it."

      "Do what?" Kit asked. "Oh," she added, as Alex pushed her back against the wall of the lift.

      "Oh, indeed," Alex laughed. She bent her head, brushed her mouth briefly against Kit's and then pulled back to look at her again. Her eyes were shining now.

      Oh, hooley dooley, thought Kit; which was, in fact, about all she was capable of thinking because her body, quite of its own accord, had started melting. It was a very strange sensation.

      But wow! Alex's eyes were still shining with...with, conspicuous - something; maybe passion, or maybe it was still amusement, Kit thought.

      Ooh, a thought, she thought again. She opened her mouth to try speaking, but Alex stopped that idea by kissing her again.

      It was a deep, passionate, long-lost reach down and touch your soul, dip-into-your-groin and spin-you-out-completely type of kiss.

      It took Kit's breath away.

      Alex hit the 'door open' button behind her. "Your place at six," she said, and stepped back into the foyer.

      My god...dess - or someone! Bloody hell! Kit thought, as the doors closed in her face.

      She fumbled for the ground floor button, wondering if maybe Alex was a vampire. A sexy, irresistible, yes absolutely you'd be more-than-willing to die for her kind of vampire.

      Well! There was no going back now.

      Kit had just exchanged her lifeforce for a promise of nerve-tingling eternity.

      Holy shit!

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