Wings In The Night - Blue Twilight Part 6

Lou didn't follow Max to the kitchen right away. He didn't like the way Stormy looked: pale, shaky, s.h.i.+elding her eyes with a hand, as if the light of the computer monitor was too bright to bear.

Except for the kitchen, every other room in the place was cluttered with still-packed boxes and crates.

Not this one, though. It was huge, fireplace on the far wall, French doors with the small patio just beyond, overlooking the rolling lawn all the way to the cliffs and the sea far below. It held two desks, though they'd all been gathered around one. The second one faced it from the opposite side of the fireplace. Its surface was still empty. No computer, no phone.

On the wall was a large oil painting of Max's twin sister, Morgan, and her beloved Dante. She wore a sc.r.a.p of gossamer with thin straps, and sat in a fur-covered chair with her legs folded beneath her. He stood behind her, hands on her shoulders. Lou got lost while staring at the portrait for just a moment.

Morgan's facial structure, her deep-set green eyes, coppery-red hair and her smile-so much like Maxie's. And yet she was pale, had been even before the change. Skin like porcelain. Hair straight and sleek. A body so waif-thin he wondered if actually cast a shadow. Not that she would be spending any time in the sun from now on. She was frail. A hothouse orchid. Max was a wild rose. Tough, th.o.r.n.y, strong.

"Hard to believe they're twins, isn't it? I can't think of two women more different, " Stormy said, looking over his shoulder.

"I was thinking the same." He dragged his gaze from the portrait to Stormy. "You all right?"

"I'll be fine. I just...I hate waiting."

"You're exhausted. Why don't you get some sleep? Give yourself a break."

She nodded. "Yeah. I will." She hit the keys that would shut down the computer, then slid out of her chair as the machine whirred and clicked and finally went dark. "So I take it you're staying over?"

"Max isn't giving me much choice." He drew a breath, sighed deep and long. "My bag still in your car?"

"Nope. I brought it in." She reached under the desk and hauled out the black satchel. "Are you mad?"

"h.e.l.l, what's to be mad about? Even smuggling my bag couldn't force me to stick around with you two if I didn't want to." He shook his head. "Max thinks she's playing me, but I'm only here because I want to be."

"She'd sure love to hear that." "No way. I'm not giving her any more ammo to fire my head"

"I've got news for you, Lou. It's not your head she's firing at." She studied him, tilted her head to one side. "How do you feel about her, anyway?"

"How do I...feel about her?" He shrugged, averting his eyes. "I like her. I've always liked her."

"As a friend?"

He shrugged. "More like a guardian." Stormy's eyebrows shot up so high he thought he must have shocked her, so he tried to explain. "I always feel as if she needs looking after, you know? She tends to just charge head-long, straight into trouble, without thinking first."

"So you see yourself as her...protector."

"That's one way to put it. Sure."

"Like a big brother, " Stormy said.

"More like an uncle. I'm too old to be her brother." Stormy put a hand on his shoulder. "Lou, she doesn't want you to be her uncle. You do realize that, don't you?"

He frowned at her. "Oh, come on. You're not telling me you take all her teasing and flirting seriously, are you?"

"Don't you?"

"Not on your life. She's half my age."

"Twenty-six is not half of forty-four."

"Close enough."

"That's bulls.h.i.+t. What's the real issue here, Lou?"

He met her eyes, then had to avert his because she was probing a little too deeply. "This is getting kind of personal, Stormy. If you don't mind..."

"Nope. Don't mind a bit. I'm going up to bed, but I'm setting my alarm. I want us to get an early start."

She picked up his bag and swung it into his chest. "And just in case you didn't notice, Lou, there's room in this office for another desk. h.e.l.l, that spot over there almost looks bare without one. Don't you think?"

He looked where she was looking, at a large, vacant section of the room. "You'll find something to put there."

"Or someone. 'Night, Lou."

"Good night."

She left. Lou didn't waste a h.e.l.l of a lot of time wondering where she got her crazy ideas. Instead, hewandered through the vast house, crossing the dramatic formal dining room, heading all the way to the kitchen in the rear of the mansion. Maxie was sitting on a stool at the pink marble island, scarfing down a slice of cold pizza. For a second he marveled that anyone could look as good as she did while chewing.

And then he stared a little longer, mentally contrasting her with her wisp of sister. Where Morgan was whisper-thin, Max was curvy. He didn't often allow himself to think about her b.r.e.a.s.t.s, but they were nice ones. Full, rounded, bouncy. Her waist was little, and the curve of her hips just right. She had a round backside that filled out a pair of jeans the in nicest possible way. Her skin was pink, and her hair thick and riotously curly.

Her att.i.tude matched her looks. She was feisty, impulsive, fun loving, restless.

Stormy was right. Two women couldn't be more different.

She turned and caught him looking, swallowed her latest mouthful and sent him a smile.

"I'm going to get some sleep, " he said. "I'll check the locks before I go up, make sure the place is all b.u.t.toned up. Thought I'd say good night"

She eyed the bag in his hand. "So you meant what you said to Jason on the phone? You're sticking with us for this one?"

"Looks like."

"I'm so glad" She hooked her foot around the stool next to her own and pulled it out. "Sit. You want a piece?"

"No thanks, I've had enough pizza."

"Who said I was talking about pizza?" She sent him her trademark smile, full of mischief and danger.

He sighed, nodded. "Fine. I'll sit. I need to talk to you, anyway."

"'Bout what?" she asked.

He sighed as he lowered himself onto the stool. "The truth is, kid, I want to go with you to Endover. I like working with you, and I'm scared s.h.i.+tless to think what kind of trouble you might get yourself into without me."

She rolled her eyes. "Your faith in me is overwhelming."

He lowered his head, searching for the right words. "The thing is, while I like working with you and I want to watch out for you, I don't like some of the things you do."

She lifted her eyebrows. "You don't?"

"No. Now, don't go getting all hurt and wounded on me, hon, but-"

"Ooooh, " she said, drawing the sound out into a s.e.xy purr. "I just love when you call me 'hon.' As she said it, she leaned closer, so her breath warmed his neck.

Lou shot to his feet, slammed his palms on the marble. "G.o.ddammit, Max, that's exactly the kind of thingtalking about."

She jumped and stared at him, wide-eyed.

"Look, this isn't easy for me. It's G.o.dd.a.m.n embarra.s.sing, as a matter of fact, but I don't know how to do this except to just come right out with it. I'm not a gelding, Maxie. I'm not a monk. When you play those games with me, I react, okay? My body-reacts. I'm a healthy, red-blooded man. I'm not too old to feel..." He let his words trail off, unable to finish the sentence.

"Lou?"

"I need you to stop, Max."

She blinked at him.

He was sure he'd just fallen off whatever pedestal she'd placed him on. G.o.d, to confess to having s.e.xual thoughts about her-s.e.xual desire for her-it was mortifying. He wouldn't blame her if she threw him out of here once she had time to digest his words, to understand what they implied. "I'm going to bed, " he told her.

Just... had to get that said." He turned and walked away. "If you still want me to come with you in the morning, I will."

"Lou?"

He stopped, but he didn't turn to face her.

"You've got it all wrong, you know."

"No, I don't. Good night, Max."

Maxie paced her bedroom most of the night. h.e.l.l, she'd been nuts about Lou since her first year of college, when she'd taken a self-defense cla.s.s he'd taught. But she'd kept her flirting minimal back then.

Since he'd come back into her life, she'd turned it up several notches.

But she hadn't realized until now how her efforts were being received.

There was a tap on her door. She hurried to yank it open, half expecting to find Lou there, ready to admit defeat and sweep her into his arms for a pa.s.sionate kiss.

Instead Stormy was standing on the other side, framed by an elaborately tooled, walnut-stained casing.

She took one long look at Max's face and said, "Lou talked to you, didn't he?"

"How did you know?"

"Told me he was going to. Then I heard you pacing. Slamming doors or drawers or whatever. Figured I'd better come in before you broke something." She smiled, a teasing sort of almost-grin. "So what did he say?" Max pursed her lips. "He claims to think I've just been teasing him, that I see him as harmless. A gelding.

He actually used that word."

Stormy sighed, crossing the room and hopping onto the foot of the giant four-poster bed, where she folded her legs underneath her and sank into the softness of high-piled mattresses and bedding. "So, did you set him straight?"

"I was just so stunned. I mean, he caught me off guard. I didn't know what to say. h.e.l.l, I still don't."

Max padded across the thick carpet to stand at the French doors, where she stared outside at the stars, twinkling from a velvet canopy of midnight-blue sky.

"Well, clearly you have to tell him you've never thought of him as a gelding. I mean, if he really believes that, it can't be good for his ego."

Max gnawed her lip for several seconds. "I know what I ought to do. I ought to put on that black teddy and march right into his bedroom and show him just how serious I am."

She strode away from the gorgeous view, yanked open the top drawer of the dresser that took up fully half of one wall and pulled out the teddy. A crescent-shaped mirror framed in scrolled wood was mounted to the dresser, and she held the teddy to her chest and stared at her reflection.

"You sure that won't send him running back to White Plains at the speed of sound, Max?"

Max frowned and licked her lips. "I can't have him thinking what he's thinking."

Stormy slid off the bed, came behind her and put a firm hand on her shoulder. "I have my doubts he really believes any of that c.r.a.p, anyway. Deep down, I mean."

"Then why would he...?"

"Maybe it's just easier that way, " Stormy said. "Telling you to stop teasing him is way easier than telling you to stop wanting him, don't you think?"

Max turned slowly. "You think he knows I'm serious, and just...isn't interested?"

"I know it's a possibility you've never considered, hon, but don't you think you have to?"

"But...but how could he not want me?" She blinked away the stupid, ridiculous moisture that had gathered in her eyes.

Stormy squeezed her shoulder. "Might not be about you. Might be about him."

"Now you sound like a G.o.dd.a.m.n man." Maxie crammed the teddy back into the drawer, then slammed it closed.

"Look, Max, you know the age difference bugs him." "That's an excuse, not a reason. It's only eighteen years."

Stormy shrugged. "He's been married before. Maybe he was burned so bad he's sworn off women forever." Max paced the bedroom. "Okay, that could be a possibility. At least that's within the realm of reason."

Stormy nodded. "You know anything about the wife? What went wrong?"

Max shook her head. "He never talks about it. If I ask, he changes the subject."

"See? Doesn't that sort of prove it was bad?"

"Maybe it just proves he doesn't want to talk about it. The question is, what am I supposed to do next?"

Max stopped pacing, spun to face Stormy. "How can I over-come whatever it is that's keeping him from even thinking about me as a-a love interest?"