nodded, then sat straight again. The tough girl returned. âI can weather the storm. Iâm established, so âmama dramaâ wonât affect my career.â
âMonette will be relieved to hear that.â Derrick smiled. âYouâre a lot more like her than you think. Youâve always got a Plan B when the stuff hits the fan.â
Talia scowled at him. âI let you off easy for showing up unannounced. Donât mess it up.â
âCalm down.â Derrick wrapped his fingers around her wrist. âThat was a compliment. Youâre a smart, talented woman who survived.â
Without thinking he lifted her hand and pressed his lips to the back of it. His gaze traveled down her faceand neck to the small spot of skin exposed by the V-neck blouse. He took in the luscious curve of full breasts outlined by the delicate fabric. Her full lips parted. She clasped her long, elegant fingers around his wrist, then drew him closer. Derrickâs pulse beat like a drum when she tenderly kissed him. Heat licked at his pelvis when her tongue ran across his bottom lip. Without thinking, he traced a forefinger along the silky skin on her throat and was about to unbutton the blouse. The clink of dishes brought him back to where they were in the nick of time.
âHow long will you be in town?â she whispered.
âTwo days. I can stay longer,â Derrick answered in a raspy voice.
âNo promises.â Talia stared into his eyes.
âNo promises,â he repeated.
They needed each other badly. Or at least Derrick realized how much he needed her. No one else could ease the special brand of isolation that came from keeping an unspeakable secret.
Chapter 3
âWhatâs up, everybody?â Talia sighed and plopped down into an empty chair in Eileenâs office. âOne helluva day and itâs only one oâclock!â
âHey, road warrior,â Jasmine replied with a smile.
âSo take a break like us,â Eileen said. She had her feet propped up on an empty file box next to her desk.
âYeah, get some lunch,â Jasmine added. She ate from a small cup of low-fat strawberry yogurt and read an open copy of Time magazine on her lap.
âI donât have anything. I couldnât make up my mind.â Talia rubbed her eyes. âIf I have to read one more fine print document in the Federal Register, some bureaucrat will die.â
âTell me about it. Those health rules are the worst.â Eileen made a sour face.
âThis town thrives on killing trees to print up single-spaced reports in tiny print.â Jasmine smiled.
âThere should be a law,â Talia said with a laugh.
Eileen groaned. âPlease donât say that outside this room. Some silly congressional aide will draft a bill! The liberals have shoved too much big government down our throatsââ
âDonât start, Eileen,â Jasmine said with a warning frown.
âPlease! I came here for a breather from âspirited debate,ââ Talia added.
âOkay, okay.â Eileen waved a hand at them both.
Talia patted her midsection. âIâm empty. Do we have anything here?â
âGo take a look. I brought sandwich and salad fixings for the long days.â Eileen pointed to the door in the direction of the small office kitchen.
Talia kicked off her black Fendi pumps and padded down the carpeted hall. She found cheese, smoked turkey, and a package of small French bread loaves. Minutes later sheâd made a sandwich and found a bottle of spring water to wash it down. Talia returned to Eileenâs office.
âBless your little âbe preparedâ Girl Scout heart, Eileen,â she said and sat down again.
âEven a conservative has some good points,â Jasmine teased. She dodged a paper clip Eileen flung at her.
âIâm going to send you two to the principalâs office in a minute.â Talia shook her head at