Her laugher was another kind of orgasm for him, the sort of thing that warmed him from the inside out.

“Will you let me visit you?” he whispered. “After you leave.”

Wrong thing to say. Drained the happy right out of her face. “I’m sorry,” he said quickly. “I shouldn’t have asked. Shit, I shouldn’t—”

“I would like that.”

Her answer was as quiet as his question had been, and the unspoken but hung between them like a draft of acrid smoke.

“Come with me,” he said, prepared to drop it. If they didn’t have a lot of time left together, he wasn’t about to ruin what they had. “Let me wash my sweat off your skin.”

She held on to his arms, her hands tightening to stop him.

Shaking his head, he brushed her mouth with his. “There are no promises and I understand that.”

“I wish I could make them.”

“I know.” He slid his legs off the bed and scooped her up in his arms. “But I have you now, don’t I.”

He held her aloft as he walked into the bath…held her up off the marble floor as he turned on the shower…held her in his arms as he put his hand under the spray and waited until it got warm enough.

“You don’t have to carry me,” she said into his neck.

“I know. I just don’t want to let you go while you’re still here.”

“Did you ever see Fatal Attraction?” Adrian said.

As the cargo elevator in Devina’s warehouse closed its doors, Jim looked across what was essentially an entire room’s worth of space. Hell, you could take a grand piano upstairs in the damn thing.

“Excuse me?” he asked.

“Fatal Attraction. The movie.” Adrian ran his hands up and down the metal walls. “Great scene in an elevator just like this one. In my top ten.”

“Let me guess, the other nine are on the Internet.”

Eddie pushed the button marked FIVE and the thing lurched like a bronco. “Glenn Close was a psycho in that movie.”

Adrian shrugged and the sly smile on his face seemed to suggest that he was putting himself in the picture, so to speak. “How much does that really matter, though?”

Eddie and Jim glanced at each other and the rolled eyes went unexpressed, because what was the point? You picked that habit up around Adrian and you’d spend your life staring at the ceiling.

On the fifth floor, the elevator bumped to a halt and the doors rattled as Eddie worked the release lever and threw them open.