Lois fell over the waterfall. She was caught halfway to the bottom. She didn't say a word with the crowd watching them. She did cast annoyed glances at all the tourists who were snapping pictures of them flying away and who were smiling and clapping like it had all been a splendid show for their entertainment. Once they were far away enough from the crowd, she hit him.
"You took your sweet, old time, didn't you?"
"I had to get my suit. I didn't have it on underneath, but I had it timed out. I wasn't going to take a chance."
"It's not that I doubted you were going to save me, but you could have rescued me before I went over."
"You said—"
"I know what I said, but I also said in a barrel. That wasn't what I had in mind," she said, wringing water from her hair.
"But think about it you went over the falls without any protection and still survived, not many people can say that."
She just shot him a deadly glare and then shivered.
"We've got to get you back to the hotel and warmed up," he said, getting serious. "Did you see who pushed you?"
"If I did, I would have told you by now. There's no way to tell who it was with that many people around. We're definitely going to have to be more careful. Last night wasn't a one time thing. I take that back. I'm going to have to be more careful, you're practically invulnerable. "
"I wish we knew what this was about. If there's one more attempt on your life, you're going back to Metropolis whether you like it or not until this mess gets straightened out."
"Just because you're my husband now doesn't give you the right to order me around. We're still equal partners."
Clark didn't answer because he didn't want to get into a fight with her, but she could tell by looking at him, they were going to have some difficulties if it happened again.
He took them back to their hotel room where there was a gas fireplace and turned it on. He helped her out of her wet clothes into a robe and then wrapped a blanket around her.
"That water's a lot colder than it looks," she said, her teeth chattering.
"I can see that," he said with a concerned look. "I'm going to get you something hot to drink."
She smiled. "I've got a better idea about how you can warm me up."
Before he could ask her what the idea was, she pulled him onto her. Clark didn't protest. He thought it was a better idea too. Just as things were starting to get interesting, someone knocked on the door.
Lois groaned, "Don't answer it."
"We have too," he said reluctantly but made no move to go to the door. "It could be about the guy trying to kill us."
"Or girl," she added.
There was another knock on the door. Lois checked to make sure her robe was tied and Clark put his shirt back on and went to the door. It was Glen.
"I heard what happened," he said to Lois. "Are you alright? It was on the radio in my car. They didn't know who you were, but they said some girl went over the falls and had to be rescued by Superman and then when the man at the desk said you came in sopping wet, I knew it had to be you. What happened?"
"I was pushed," Lois responded.
Glen looked disturbed. He knew it affected him too. This person just wasn't willing to leave them alone. He tried to smile for her benefit. "I would suggest another hotel, but I don't think it'd make a difference. Well, no matter. I arranged for us to have lunch with a couple of people who are interested in purchasing Duchess Cosmetics. I thought it'd give us a chance to scope out the competition."
"Are you still thinking about business?" Lois asked.
"I have to. It is why we came here, no reason not to. I set you two up with dates. I think you'll like them. George Wickham is a fine, young man and his business partner, Katherine," he nudged Clark, "has quite a figure."
"You're talking about romantic dates?" Clark asked, stunned.
"That's what I mean," Glen answered.