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Not, she told herself, that it mattered to her job why he was the way he was. She was curious, that was all.
Just accept it and be grateful that you don’t have to tail him all over town.
She ran the brush through her damp hair once more. If he ran true to form, he was in for the night. Only once had he gone out after he’d arrived home, and since he’d walked she’d been able to follow easily enough. The ice-cream place had been his destination again, and once more she’d had to laugh at his idea of walking distance; it was at least two miles each way. But it was also why he was able to indulge without it showing, she supposed.
But tonight he seemed settled in, so she chanced ten minutes with her blow dryer to finish her hair. Then she returned to her seat and took up the vigil.
When he finally turned out the lights at close to midnight, she stayed put, watching. At one in the morning she added a dark knit cap to her black jeans and sweater and went downstairs. It was time. And she knew he had a meeting in the morning, so it was the right time.
He’d left his car in the driveway, as usual. She wondered why he didn’t use the garage, then guessed with a grin that it probably looked something like his office did, so there wasn’t enough room. Whatever the reason, it was making things easier for her.
It took her under three minutes. She was back inside in five, again watching the house until she was sure he hadn’t heard. Finally she went to bed, with the window still open, knowing she would awaken at the slightest out-of-place noise.
The quiet of a California summer night settled in.
“Damn it,” Ian muttered, slapping the steering wheel of his uncooperative car.
He turned the key again. Nothing. Not even a click to indicate it was thinking about turning over.
He guessed he shouldn’t be surprised. Cars tended to break down on him. Something about forgetting maintenance. He just had better things to do with his time and his mind, that’s all. How could he be expected to keep track of things like oil changes and tire rotations when he was trying to solve this damned adhesion problem?
Maybe he should have taken Josh up on the offer of a Redstone company car. He’d said no because he tended to ding them up, and no matter that Josh had said that didn’t matter, he would be too embarrassed to turn the thing in at the end of the lease period. It would only add to the perception of him as the absentminded professor.
He’d have to call a tow truck. Then he’d—
“Problem?”
His head snapped up. Samantha was standing beside the driver’s side window; he hadn’t even heard her approach. And she was dressed in a sleek navy pantsuit with a long jacket and crisp white blouse that made her look sharp and businesslike, totally unlike the casually dressed woman he was used to seeing. He wondered if she had to have things custom-made for those long legs.
“Won’t start,” he muttered, feeling as if he was stating the obvious.
“Dead battery?”
“Could be,” he said, not wanting to admit he had no clue at all. Guys were supposed to know all about these car things. How could he explain he’d never spent any time mulling over things that had already been invented? “And I’ve got a meeting this morning.”
“Come on, then. I’ll drop you off. You can worry about the car later.”
He hesitated but only for a moment. This meeting was important. Stan would have a cow if he didn’t show up; he was picky about things like that. The man was picky about anything he thought reflected badly on the efficiency with which he ran his department. And as much as Ian was focused on the Safe Transit project, there were others already in the pipeline, and he’d insisted on being kept in the loop by marketing and production. He could hardly be late for the meeting they’d set up to fulfill his own demand.
And she did go the same direction, he’d seen her, he told himself.
“Thanks,” he said, reaching over to gather up his briefcase and the traveler’s mug of coffee he usually downed by the time he got to Redstone.
As he climbed into the passenger side of her sleek—and dingless—blue coupe, he couldn’t help thinking how nice it was that she’d been there at just the right moment.
Chapter 4
“Something wrong?”
At last, Sam thought. “Wrong?”
“You’re…quiet.”
“Maybe I’m just tired of carrying the entire conversation,” she said. “I don’t mind talking, but I don’t usually chatter.”
“Oh.”
He sounded abashed, and she hoped he was, but she couldn’t look at him at the moment and still deal with the cross traffic. This was the third day she’d taken him to work, and it was the third day he’d barely said a word unless in answer to a direct question.
“Sorry,” he said after a moment of awkward silence. “I’m just not used to…”
“Small talk?” she asked, finally completing the left turn.
“Something like that.”
She glanced at him. “Not even with yourself?”
His glasses had automatically darkened in the sunlight, so she couldn’t see his eyes clearly, but she did see him blink. “Myself?”
“I’m not sure I trust people who don’t talk to themselves,” she said, quite seriously.
He chuckled then. “Then I guess you can trust me.”
She gave an exaggerated sigh of relief. “Ditto,” she assured him. “You can even talk to me.”
“I don’t mean to be…uncommunicative. I just never got used to talking about…inconsequential things.”
“So everything has to be important?”
“No, I don’t mean that,” he said, sounding a bit defensive. “I mean I never acquired the knack.” His mouth quirked. “My mother and father were both born with it, but neither of them passed it on to their only offspring, I’m afraid.”
“Your parents sound fascinating.”
“They are,” he said. “And charming. They can hold court for hours, and people still hate for it to end.”
There was nothing but admiration in his tone, but Sam couldn’t help wondering if he’d always appreciated his parents like this. It would be hard to grow up with two larger-than-life parents if you didn’t feel you were able to live up to their example.
But it was harder to grow up without parents at all.
“That made you sad,” Ian remarked.
A little startled at his perception, she shrugged. “I was just thinking of my own parents. And how much I miss them.”
“They’re gone?”
She nodded. “Over seven years ago now. Car accident. It’s not raw, but it still hurts.”
He shook his head slowly. “I’m sorry. My folks may not be around much, but I can’t imagine a world without them in it.”
“Treasure them, Ian. While you have them.”
She shocked herself with her own words. She rarely spoke of her loss, and wasn’t sure why it had popped out now.
“You must have been young when they were killed. What happened to you?”
Somehow she hadn’t thought about what she would tell him about herself. She’d always prepared cover stories before, but this was different, guarding one of Redstone’s own, so she hadn’t done it this time. After a moment she decided the truth would be okay.
“Since I was only nineteen it took some doing, but I won the battle to keep my little brother with me.”
“Little brother? That must have been tough.”
“It would have been tougher if he’d lost me, too. He’s…pretty sensitive, and he was already devastated.”
“I’ll bet.” It wasn’t until after they’d made the turn into the Redstone driveway that he said, “Not every nineteen-year-old would take on a kid like that.”
She slowed the car. He pointed to the side door that was closest to the lab. She nodded and pulled over to the curb there.
“You do,” she answered finally, “when you love him and there’s no other acceptable option. I’ll pick you up six-fifteenish?”
“You don’t have to—”
“I know, but I can, so why not?”