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But he managed to stop the chuckle
before she could hear it.
    "I must apologize for keeping you up so late,"
he said finally.
    "Oh no, it's okay," Lola said, looking at her
wristwatch. Her eyes widened. "Good Lord! It's almost four in the
morning!"
    He could not help his chuckle this time. "You're
about to fall on your ass." Yes, they had been talking like they
knew each other a long time before now, that he felt he could talk
to her familiarly without being slapped on the face. "Let me show
you to your suite, Lola. Come on."
    Lola laughed and reached out to take the hand he
offered to help her get up from the coach. But as soon as their
hands touched, there was an almost physical manifestation of
electricity.
    They both jumped back as the little blue sparks
died away in the air. Marcus laughed nervously. "Well, I guess
there must be a lot of static in the air tonight," he said. What the hell was
that? Was it me? Did she
see those blue sparks? He hoped she did not get scared!
    But Lola did not look scared. She looked...
curious, as her eyes wandered around them. It was as if she was
trying to find the culprit hiding behind the beams above, or the
corner of the fireplace. "Yes, that must be it," she said, but in a
way as if she was only replying to what he said automatically.
    And then she nodded to herself, as if she had
thought the solution. But she was not going to tell him about
it.

    OF COURSE, Lola knew that what just happened was
not as simple as static in the air. But Marcus would not be privy
to the same knowledge that she had, so he would say it was just as
simple as that.
    Following him up the wide staircase, she looked
around to take in her surroundings a bit more closely. It truly was
a grand place and she found to her surprise that it was growing on
her. She had spotted a sun room with reddish-brown tiled floor and
wide-spanned windows, with French doors lining the south side. She
would love having breakfast there.
    The door to the library was open and she
glimpsed the paneled oak wall and another fireplace there, though
it wasn't lighted. She would have loved a tour of the place, and
she could assume, with little sarcasm and a lot of anticipation,
that with the way the weather was behaving, there would be time for
that.
    "So Marcus, what do you think the chances are of
us being out of here by Halloween?" she asked him in a teasing
note. She was that comfortable with him now that she felt she could
tease without offending him. It was remarkable. They must be
kindred spirits.
    He seriously pondered her question. "Well, it's
difficult to say. It's not looking so promising right now." He
threw a glance at her. "Why? Do you have some big plans for that
day?"
    "Oh, I really don't want to impose on you that
long."
    He smiled. "No imposing. It's obvious I'm
enjoying your company, Lola."
    She found herself blushing. Really! It was
embarrassing. "Well, it's also just that it's my birthday on
Halloween. I'm a Halloween girl." She rolled her eyes.
    "Are you serious?" Marcus said, stopping just on
the landing of the second floor.
    "Yeah," she said. "It's ok, though."
    "No, it is certainly not ok," Marcus said,
clearly distressed. "It's your birthday, Lola. If we can't get you
out of here by then, I'll make sure that you have as nice a
celebration as I can manage."
    "Oh, please don't go to any trouble!" Lola
protested. "I shouldn't have even said anything."
    But Marcus was already planning. "You would
actually be doing us a favor here. Amie loves to entertain and she
often complains that I don't do nearly enough of it."
    Lola laughed. "Really, huh?" She could not
believe someone who looked like him could be an introvert. "Let's
see how it would pan out then."
    Just as she stopped talking, Marcus stopped
beside a set of beautiful ornate double doors. He opened them and
stood aside so that she could enter.
    Reaching around her, he hit a light switch and
the bedside lamps came on.
    Lola gasped.

Chapter Nine
    LOLA GASPED.
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