The straight black bars of his eyebrows rose above eyes steely with suspicion and she sighed.
‘I just thought I’d better leave a message on my machine, saying where I was and when I’d be back, that’s all. You know—contact details in case of emergency.’ She tugged at her wrist and his fingers tightened.
‘You mean as insurance against any plans I might have to make you permanently disappear?’ He invested his words with a silken menace.
‘Yes—I mean, no! I’m sure you’re a very law-abiding citizen,’ she added hurriedly.
His eyelids drooped. ‘I’m flattered by your faith in my honour.’ His sarcasm was designed to intimidate.
‘The phone?’ she reminded him with dogged persistence.
‘There isn’t one.’
‘No phone?’ She was startled as much by what he said as his tone of grim satisfaction. ‘But…there are phone jacks all over the place—’
‘To be functional they have to be connected to a network,’ he pointed out, stalking back to the kitchen. ‘I come here to get away from all that—to have some uninterrupted down-time.’
Nora trailed after him. It sounded like an excellent theory, but…
‘I don’t believe it,’ she muttered. ‘I bet you didn’t get where you are today by working nine-to-five five days a week. It would be tantamount to professional suicide for you to totally cut yourself off here, especially when your boss happens to be in the middle of a hostile takeover bid—’
‘Which is why I regularly check for messages on my mobile,’ he said, abruptly curtailing her speculative musing.
‘Oh,’ She felt foolish for forgetting. ‘Of course. Then…may I borrow it for a minute?’
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