Author's Note: I know I said I had no plans for a sequel in the first chapter, but the blasted creativity demons just wouldn't shut up. Well, if I keep this story going, expect it to bounce between times. Hopefully the connections will be kind of obvious. ^_~ Anyway, Mummies Alive is property of DIC Entertainment.

Evening Delight

Amanda Carnavon stared out the open window of her second-story office. Although she didn't have the greatest view in the world, she'd always loved what she could see, especially at night. The soft city lights seemed soft and surreal; the traffic noise was distant. Amanda spared the wall clock the briefest of glances. Good. Time to go.

Amanda gathered her purse and coat before stepping out into the darkened halls of the museum. A small primeval part of her psyche declared her the master of this bit of territory. The museum was Amanda's in a way that few others could claim. She involved herself so thoroughly in setting up the exhibits that to claim that they were other than her's would almost be a sin. She could not brood on her possessive nature tonight though. She had a gentleman to meet with who could not be kept waiting.

A smile played across Amanda's lips at the thought of her friend. He'd been there to hold her through all of the troubling times with Paul. She did love Paul, but she no longer thought of him as The One. Their marriage had been plagued with troubles almost from the start. Thank God she'd found someone who held her through the difficult times, whom she could always find comfort in.

Amanda had been just starting out at the museum when she'd met her charming benefactor. He was suave and cultured, always soft-spoken. He always knew what he wanted from life and went for it, the exact opposite of Paul, who followed his fancies. She'd never meant for their relationship to become sexual, but it had. That first night together was treasured as one of her most precious memories. Had it really been fifteen years ago?

Working late that night so that she wouldn't have to go home and deal with Paul, Amanda had been startled by a polite rapping at her office door. She quickly let him in, of course. He was not to be kept waiting. She'd assumed that he wanted to discuss the exhibit on the Mayans that she'd been working on, but instead he surprised her with a take-out Chinese supper by candlelight. Ok, so maybe it wasn't the most romantic scenario in the world, but the wine had gone to Amanda's head. One thing led to another, and they'd made delicious love amongst the aroma of sweet and sour chicken. He'd proven her theory that older men were far better in bed than younger by being able to push all the right buttons with the familiarity of a man with whom she'd done this kind of thing with for years.

The moon shone full and bright overhead as Amanda stepped out of the museum. Amanda loved the moon - its carressing beams were gentle and soothing. 'Funny how the sun, so bold and brash, is often considered male while the gentle moon is most often thought of as a woman,' Amanda mused. In her mind, the moon was most definitely female, a mysterious magical thing which spoke to all women in a silent language all its own.

'Where is he?' Amanda thought with a faint twinge of annoyance as she looked around. Almost immediately, the soft pad-pad of expensive leather shoes on concrete sounded behind her. Amanda laughed and turned, melting in her lover's warm familiar embrace. She would never understand how he was always able to come up behind her without her noticing, but the trick was always a delight. "Good evening, Harris," she murmured, laying her cheek against his chest.