Bess’s lips curved. The room was hardly bigger than a closet and windowless. The table where she and Lori worked was covered with books, folders and papers, and dominated by a word processor that was still humming. Besides the table, there was one overstuffed chair, a small couch and two televisions.

“We call it home,” Bess said, and tilted her head. “So, what brings you down to the dungeons, Alexi?”

The description was fairly apt. They were in the basement of the building that held the studios and production offices for ‘Secret Sins’ and its network. He shrugged off her question with one of his own. “How long are you in for?”

“The duration, I hope.” Casually she rubbed the ball of one foot over the instep of the other. “After the last Emmy, they did offer us an upstairs office with a view, but Lori and I are creatures of habit. Besides, who’s going to come down here and peek over our shoulders while we write?” She recrossed her ankles. “Are you off-duty?”

“I took a couple hours’ personal time.”

“Oh.” She drew the word out, thinking he looked very appealing when he was embarrassed. “Should I consider this a personal visit?”

“Yeah.” He stepped inside, then regretted it. There wasn’t enough room to wander around. “Listen, I just wanted to apologize.”

It was probably very small of her, Bess thought, but, oh, she was enjoying this. “Generally or specifically?”

“Specifically.” He shook his head when she held out the bowl of almonds. “After the robbery attempt, when I took you home. I was out of line.”

“Okay.” She set the bowl down and smiled at him. “We’re dealing with your behavior during the last half hour of the evening.”

His brows drew together. “Everything I said before that sticks. You had no business doing what you were doing, where you were doing it.”

“Get back to the apology. I like that better.”

“I took what I was feeling out on you, and I’m sorry.” Figuring the worst was over, he sat on the edge of the table. “You didn’t react the way I expected.”

“Which was?”

“Scared, outraged, disgusted.” He shrugged again. “I don’t usually take women to armed robberies.”

Now things were getting interesting. “Where do you take them?”

His gaze locked on hers. He knew when he was being teased, and he knew when it was good-natured. “To dinner, to the flicks, dancing. To bed.”

“Well, armed robbery is probably more exciting. At least than the first three.” She rose, placed her hands on his shoulders and kissed him lightly on the mouth. “No hard feelings.” When his hands came to her hips and held her in place, she lifted a brow. “Was there something else?”

“I’ve been thinking about you.”

“That could be good.”

His lips twitched. “I haven’t decided that yet. Maybe we could start with dinner.”

“Start what?”

“Working our way to bed. That’s where I want you.”

“Oh.” Her breath came out a little too quickly and not quite steady. It didn’t help that his eyes were calm, amused and very confident. How, she wondered, had their positions been so neatly reversed? “That’s certainly cutting to the chase.”