And as they walked, the drunken feeling had remained upon Faun, still, from his kiss.
Some awareness did seep in when she thought she spotted something on the driveway as they walked up towards the gate
“Hey, what’s that?” Faun pointed to the ground; it was about midway up the drive
So, they went that way towards Faun’s Volvo to see what it was on the ground
Faun bent down and picked it up
“A cigarette lighter?” she looked from the cheap, ordinary, bright orange disposable lighter then up at Grant, “is this yours?”
“No—that’s not mine,” he said and they looked at each other wondering who could have dropped this, and what were they doing on the property?
“That wasn’t there before,” Faun looked at Grant then at the ground and, consciously lowered her voice, “when we walked by before with King Leopold ….”
“No….” Grant agreed.
They stood there thinking about this. Yet, King Leopold looked unconcerned. Odd. He was a very good watchdog. He always picked up on danger and knew the right people. Right now he was quite calm and almost docile.
Grant sighed over all the tedious concerns that came with this,
“let’s go in your way—I want to make sure someone didn’t try and get in that way,” and—again he took her hand; so reassuringly warm and so natural too as if they had always done this, his fingers wove between hers on the way to the door….how can such an innocent touch ….as that….become more….she wondered…. But the reaction it caused—was it from the fear? the adrenaline? The way how he slid his fingers in between hers, the way it was as if he was touching her somewhere else
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