4-3-8-3; That's my phone number." She put two fingers to her forehead and closed her eyes.
"Alarm code. 8-2-9-2." She had punched in the first two when noise exploded around them. The noise died just as suddenly when she entered the last 2. She grinned up at Sawyer.
"There. All better. But you didn't answer my question. Did you sleep with Brandi Payne?"
"No, I did not."
"Why not? She has a great bod."
"By the time we finished dinner, I was so turned off by the woman herself that I didn't give a damn about her bod." The phone rang.
"Good timing," he said and started toward it. Abruptly he stopped. ' "Uh, it's yours."
Laughing, Faith turned into the kitchen and answered it.
"Yes?" She grew serious.
"Emergency 24?" She frowned.
"My alarm. Oh, my alarm!
I'm so sorry. That was a mistake. I confused my phone number with--no, no, there's no need to call the police. The code? Uh, uh, 3-6-5. Yes.
Thank you. " She hung up the phone and looked at Sawyer, who was leaning against the doorjamb.
"They wanted to make sure I was okay.
Wasn't that nice? If I hadn't given them the right code, they'd have called the police. It's a very clever system. As you can see, none of my neighbors have come running to the door to see whether it's me or a burglar in here. " She thought for a minute. " Maybe I need a dog. You know, something intimidating. A watchdog. "
"But you're afraid of dogs."
"How do you know?" "I was with you once when you were attacked by a poodle. Don't you remember? It was four or five years ago. We'd just come from lunch at Dini's, and there was this adorable little" "Adorable, nothing!" Faith cried, remembering the day.
"That dog was vicious! It was coming right at me with its teeth bared."
"You thought it was coming right at you, but the fact was that it was headed for a schnauzer behind you. And it didn't have its teeth bared.
It was grinning. " He chuckled.
"Boy, were you scared."
"And you laughed. You laughed at me."
"I couldn't help it. It was funny. You're always so serene-looking, even when you're in court, and then this little dog comes along and" "I'm going to change," she interrupted.
"I'm hungry."
"Good idea. What's this?"
She had taken a bottle from under a cupboard and was putting it in his hands.
"Champagne."
"I think I've had enough to drink."
"So have I. But this is special champagne. It was given to me by Dennis and Mary Ann Johnson when we finally found the right baby for them to adopt. The agencies had given them trouble, because Dennis was convicted of marijuana possession eighteen years ago. Not a spot of trouble since, still he has a record. So we went the private route. It took two years, but the baby is perfect." She grinned.
"So this is happy champagne. Open it."
Sawyer looked at the bottle.
"Happy champagne, huh?" He was certainly happy.
"Why not. You go change, while I open it. I'm feeling underdressed."
Faith leaned close, stretched up to his ear and whispered, "Better underdressed than undressed." She came back down, eyeing him quizzically.
"I've never seen you undressed. Do you know that. Sawyer?
I've never even seen you without a shirt on. Why didn't we ever go to the beach? "
"We were too busy."
"We went to movies. You and Joanna and Jack and me. Why not to the beach?"
"The beach is for vacations. We never vacationed together."
"Why not? It would have been fun."
"Maybe we didn't trust ourselves. Go change, Faith. I'm hungry."
"Mmm. Me, too," she murmured and went off toward her room.
Sawyer managed to uncork the champagne without too much trouble. He had more trouble finding fluted glasses, then laughed when he realized what he'd gone looking for. Faith wouldn't have fluted glasses any more than he would. A few wine glasses, yes. Wine glasses were good to have on hand in case company popped in with a bottle. Fluted glasses were for more sophisticated drinking, and since Jack hadn't imbibed any more than Joanna, there were no fluted glasses here.
So he took
"Alarm code. 8-2-9-2." She had punched in the first two when noise exploded around them. The noise died just as suddenly when she entered the last 2. She grinned up at Sawyer.
"There. All better. But you didn't answer my question. Did you sleep with Brandi Payne?"
"No, I did not."
"Why not? She has a great bod."
"By the time we finished dinner, I was so turned off by the woman herself that I didn't give a damn about her bod." The phone rang.
"Good timing," he said and started toward it. Abruptly he stopped. ' "Uh, it's yours."
Laughing, Faith turned into the kitchen and answered it.
"Yes?" She grew serious.
"Emergency 24?" She frowned.
"My alarm. Oh, my alarm!
I'm so sorry. That was a mistake. I confused my phone number with--no, no, there's no need to call the police. The code? Uh, uh, 3-6-5. Yes.
Thank you. " She hung up the phone and looked at Sawyer, who was leaning against the doorjamb.
"They wanted to make sure I was okay.
Wasn't that nice? If I hadn't given them the right code, they'd have called the police. It's a very clever system. As you can see, none of my neighbors have come running to the door to see whether it's me or a burglar in here. " She thought for a minute. " Maybe I need a dog. You know, something intimidating. A watchdog. "
"But you're afraid of dogs."
"How do you know?" "I was with you once when you were attacked by a poodle. Don't you remember? It was four or five years ago. We'd just come from lunch at Dini's, and there was this adorable little" "Adorable, nothing!" Faith cried, remembering the day.
"That dog was vicious! It was coming right at me with its teeth bared."
"You thought it was coming right at you, but the fact was that it was headed for a schnauzer behind you. And it didn't have its teeth bared.
It was grinning. " He chuckled.
"Boy, were you scared."
"And you laughed. You laughed at me."
"I couldn't help it. It was funny. You're always so serene-looking, even when you're in court, and then this little dog comes along and" "I'm going to change," she interrupted.
"I'm hungry."
"Good idea. What's this?"
She had taken a bottle from under a cupboard and was putting it in his hands.
"Champagne."
"I think I've had enough to drink."
"So have I. But this is special champagne. It was given to me by Dennis and Mary Ann Johnson when we finally found the right baby for them to adopt. The agencies had given them trouble, because Dennis was convicted of marijuana possession eighteen years ago. Not a spot of trouble since, still he has a record. So we went the private route. It took two years, but the baby is perfect." She grinned.
"So this is happy champagne. Open it."
Sawyer looked at the bottle.
"Happy champagne, huh?" He was certainly happy.
"Why not. You go change, while I open it. I'm feeling underdressed."
Faith leaned close, stretched up to his ear and whispered, "Better underdressed than undressed." She came back down, eyeing him quizzically.
"I've never seen you undressed. Do you know that. Sawyer?
I've never even seen you without a shirt on. Why didn't we ever go to the beach? "
"We were too busy."
"We went to movies. You and Joanna and Jack and me. Why not to the beach?"
"The beach is for vacations. We never vacationed together."
"Why not? It would have been fun."
"Maybe we didn't trust ourselves. Go change, Faith. I'm hungry."
"Mmm. Me, too," she murmured and went off toward her room.
Sawyer managed to uncork the champagne without too much trouble. He had more trouble finding fluted glasses, then laughed when he realized what he'd gone looking for. Faith wouldn't have fluted glasses any more than he would. A few wine glasses, yes. Wine glasses were good to have on hand in case company popped in with a bottle. Fluted glasses were for more sophisticated drinking, and since Jack hadn't imbibed any more than Joanna, there were no fluted glasses here.
So he took
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