- Don't wait for me to go to bed. Eames nodded. I don't know what time I'll be home.

Rita couldn't really give Eames of an hour because she knew that Frannie would want her to tell him everything that had happened since she left.

But Lee Lance had some suspicions about leaving Eames alone.

Was it safe...

Wouldn't she call Goren to join her.

Rita remembered a certain night when she woke up and didn't find Eames on the couch.

She had gone back to bed...

And a few minutes later...

Lee Lance had heard the front door.

And she suspected who Eames might be with.

How could it be otherwise...

When she knew what it was like to be infatuated with her partner.

But if Lipschitz knew that...

He was going to have a syncope.

And Eames, who had repeatedly emptied himself...

It had lasted for days.

Rita remembered very well having the same nausea at one time.

But it could also be something else.

But Rita was sure that Eames was suffering from the same bad she had.

But how to tell Eames the possibility.

Damn it...

It wasn't easy.

In addition...

She was sure that as soon as she left the apartment...

Eames would text Goren to come join her.

But Rita had found a little solution.

And she was sure that this surprise would not please the two lovebirds at all.

Especially at Goren.

If he was like Chris...

What she had immediately understood...

He wasn't going to be happy at all.

Eames could feel Rita's deep azure gaze on her.

It was as if she was trying to decipher his thoughts.

In addition...

If Rita really knew what she was about to do...

Eames was not fooled.

She understood very well that Captain Lipscithz had asked Lee Lance to watch Goren and her.

She was not born of the last rain.

And Rita without really realizing ...

Made him understand in his own way ...

That she was there to watch her...

And prevent her from seeing Goren.

Captain Lipschitz was not discreet...

Or malignant.

He said that his wife was only looking forward...

Was to see Lee Lance.

And he wasn't offering her to host it.

And to ask her.

And kind...

She didn't see what he was getting at.

But hey...

Despite the attempts to keep an eye on them...

Goren and she were very careful.

And one night...

They were able to...

But at the criminal...

They absolutely had to avoid being alone together.

Or else...

Goren and her knew they couldn't just talk to each other...

And they wouldn't be able to resist the urge to touch each other.

Eames still remembered the night he had come to see her downstairs of the building.

And that she had let herself go without any restraint...

Making love in the street.

At this memory, she burst into flames.

But Eames darkened.

She also remembered the nausea she had had.

And that had lasted several days.

Eames really wondered if it was something that had not passed...

Or something more serious.

And one day...

No more nausea.

- See you tomorrow Eames...

Eames came out of her thoughts, to see Rita leaving.

She closed the door behind her, put her back against the door, took out her phone, and started to type the text message.

Goren felt his phone vibrate.

He took it in his hand and opened it.

A message from Eames.

He posted a small smile on his lips.

Maybe it was time...

But a little anxiety rose in him.

And if it was to tell him that they should postpone.

Fingers trembling, he pressed on the text message, and began to read it.

"Rita just left..."

At his words, his heart raced.

Goren got up, took his jacket, and headed to the door of his apartment.

He would finally be able to spend an evening with Eames.

To have her all to himself.

To make love to him gently and slowly.

Eames had told him that Lee Lance had to go to dinner at Captain Lipschitz's house, so she would be alone, and that she would text him to tell him when to come.

And so...

Goren didn't hesitate for a second when he received the text.

He and Eames were going to have the evening to themselves.

Eames opened the door revealing a Goren who stepped toward her, brought his hands to her face, lowered his face to hers, and took her lips hungrily.

He closed the door from his feet, wrapped his arms around Eames' waist, pressing her small breasts against his powerful torso, made her move back towards the sofa.

- I wanted so much...

He deepened his kiss, intertwined their tongues in a frenzied dance.

A small cry of pleasure escaped from the lips of Eames, but she took again.

It was necessary that she calmed the ardors of Goren.

She put her hands on his chest, trying to push him away gently.

- Bobby... Wait...

Wait...

Ah no.

He didn't have the patience.

He wanted her so badly.

Since that night, when he had made love to her in the alley, they had not been able to have a relationship.

And he couldn't be patient anymore.

He was going to end up going completely crazy...

If he didn't touch her.

Goren looked into Eames' big hazel eyes with his brown gaze glowing with the flame of desire.

He shook his head in denial, drawing her closer to him.

- I want to touch you so much...

Goren moved his lips closer to hers, but Eames put his hands over his mouth, stopping his movement.

- Alex...

Eames put a small, sorry smile on his lips, shook his head in denial.

Damn it...

Why did Eames make him languish so much.

Couldn't she see that he was crazy with desire for her.

Oh, so much so that she forgot all about propriety.

Why was Eames so recalcitrant...

He had heard her little cry of pleasure.

So what was going on...

Goren impatiently removed Eames' hands from his lips, and wrapped his arms around her waist, held her tighter against him, slid his leg to her crotch.

He brought his lips closer to hers, and took them with ardor, intermingled their tongues in a wild dance.

He let his hands roam her body, and slipped his fingers under her nightgown, pulled them up, brushed, and caressed the satiny skin of her thighs.

- Ouin...

At this cry, Goren froze.

No, it couldn't be possible...

Had he really heard that noise.

Had he dreamed it...

Moreover...

It was not just any noise...

But that of a baby.

No.

Alex wouldn't do that.

It wasn't possible.

Not tonight...

It must have been his imagination playing tricks on him.

Goren picked up where he left off.

His fingers stopped at the height of her panties, he brushed the fabric.

Strange...

Eames was not so receptive this evening.

As if she had the head elsewhere.

No matter...

He was going to motivate her.

And he knew exactly how.

He dipped his fingers into her panties, caressed her little pink button.

- Ouin… Ouin…

Goren stopped dead in his tracks, pulled his hand away from Eames' panties.

My God...

So it wasn't his imagination.

It was a baby's cry.

And he knew very well whose cries it was.

It was the screams of Chris Junior, Rita Lee Lance's son.

Damn it...

Why had Lee Lance left her son with Eames.

Couldn't she take him with her.

This was another one of Captain Lipschitz's tricks.

Anything to keep him from being with Eames.

Goren was seriously getting tired of it.

He had longed for this evening.

To be alone with Eames...

Just for one night.

To be able to make love to her all night long.

But if Chris Junior was there...

It was just not possible.

All this time...

He had been thinking...

Hoped.

If Goren had known...

Goren stepped back from Eames, put his hand on the back of his neck, looked away.

- Chris Junior is calling you.

Damn it...

Goren couldn't hide his embarrassment.

A man as big as him was all embarrassed at the cries of a baby.

Eames smiled, touched.

She moved closer to him, and when she got to his side, she stood on her tiptoes, raised her face to his, brought her lips to his, brushed them.

- I return at once.