Here's the latest in this story again mistakes may be present due to the haste of the writing … hope you all enjoy :) Thank you for the kind reviews… Hopefully this chapter you will get a feel for Quinton's character… Enjoy :)

Chapter 8 - You do it too quickly and you might get the bends

The chasm below opened wider, letting him complete his free fall through space and time.

Wow. The single word said nothing and everything. Her body was practically singing as she molded it to his. If she'd had any doubts that they were meant to be one, there was none left now. Biting back a moan, she twined her arms around his neck. This felt wonderful. She felt as if she'd found a piece of herself here, in his arms, in his kiss. The rest of her had to be there somewhere. She wanted to go up to their suite with him and find it.

Quinton's deep chuckle abruptly returned Lindsay to stark reality. Lindsay drew her mouth away from Danny's with a reluctant sigh. But it took a moment before the throbbing subsided. The expression on Quinton's lips was more of an appreciative leer than a smile.

'Well I was just about to give up on you two, now I see what the delay was.' Quinton laughed heartily at his own observation. His smile widened. Despite its breadth, there was something chilly about it, Lindsay thought. 'I was beginning to think that I'd have to dump the champagne bucket on you two to put out the fire.'

Danny stepped away from Lindsay; through he kept a proprietary arm around her waist. He shouldn't have let that happen. Pretending to behave like a newlywed was one thing, but he wasn't supposed to get carried away in his part. Reacting to Lindsay had been a totally unprofessional lapse on his part. He'd never allowed feelings to interfere with a job before. He was going to have to be careful. Clearing his head, Danny pulled out a chair for Lindsay.

'Sorry, I guess I got a little carried away.' That much was true. But it shouldn't have been.

Small, deep – set eyes moved along Lindsay's body as Quinton clearly imagined himself in Danny's place. 'Can't say I blame you. If I'd just gotten married to her, I wouldn't allow her leave the suite for at least a week.' When they narrowed, his gray eyes grew flinty. 'The only thing that would interest me would be keeping her naked and happy for as a long as possible.'

Though the words were meant to be flattering, the breakfast Lindsay had consumed threatened to come up. Reluctantly, she took the seat Danny held out for her. She would be rather having sat between the woman and Danny instead of beside Quinton, but there was no way to do that without calling attention to it. 'Danny's managing very well.'

Lindsay felt compelled to come to his defenses. Or was that her own she was seeing to? She had a feeling that despite the fact that Sally looked like a woman more Quinton could handle, Quinton wasn't the type to be satisfied with a monogamous relationship. Danny shrugged, taking a seat beside Lindsay. 'A man's got to come up for air sometime.'

More discreet than her companion because she had much more to lose, Sally allowed her eyes to roam over Danny's hard torso.

'You do it too quickly and you might get the bends,' she purred. Lips as scarlet as her dress drew back slowly in a smile that was meant to be exactly what it was. Seductive.

Lindsay felt her temper rising. That and her hackles. Why did Danny want to be around these people, anyway? She wished Quinton would stop looking at her like that, as if he was undressing her. And she wished that Danny would start looking at her that way. The kiss they'd shared, the first one as far as she was concerned, proved to Lindsay that even if Danny might not be vocal about his feelings for her, they were certainly there.

Anticipation began to whisper through her. She turned toward Danny and smiled. She supposed she could put up with this for a while for his sake, since it seemed to mean so much to him. Once they were alone again, she was going to find out why it did. Uncomfortable with not saying anything, she looked at Quinton. 'Breakfast was very good. Thank you.'

'Breakfast?' for a moment, Quinton looked at her blankly, then remembered. 'Oh, you mean the cart I had sent over.' He waved her thanks off as less than nothing. 'It was the very least I could do, seeing as how I wouldn't be here if it weren't for your husband.'

Quinton frowned, annoyed when he thought of the incident. He didn't believe in accidents. The car hadn't just happened to be there. Someone had meant to kill him.

'I still haven't managed to find out who the car belongs to.' The plated had turned out to belong to a man who had been dead more than three years. That, to, he knew was no accident. But a man in his position had a great many enemies. It was part of the territory. Quinton couldn't find out about the driver anytime soon. Danny thought confidently.

Lindsay could understand the other man's impatience. 'Sometimes it takes the police a while to track the things down.' She was relieved that Danny had explained the incident to her. At least she had something to talk about intelligently. She hated feeling out of it, or worse like a dolt.

'Police?' the laugh had an amused, if disparaging ring to it.

Lindsay caught the glance Quinton exchanged with Sally. She'd obviously said something funny. Or stupid.

'My dear young woman, why would I bother calling the police in?'

Was that a trick question? 'To track down the license?' Lindsay said slowly.

She could see by Quinton's expression that he did think she was lightweight as far as brains went. Lindsay could feel her anger rising. The light in her eyes was not an unfamiliar one to Danny. He placed a gentling hand over hers. It was meant to restrain her if necessary.

'I don't need the police for that.' Quinton explained. 'I have my own, more effective ways of looking into things.'

He regarded her for a moment as if he was going to say something further, then let it go. Lindsay had the distinct impression that he didn't think it was worth the effort. Instead, Quinton turned his attention to the silver bucket at his side. 'Well, enough about unpleasantness. Who would like some champagne?' not waiting for an answer, he drew the dark green bottle out.

She didn't feel like drinking with them, and certainly not so early. 'It's only one o'clock,' Lindsay protested. A tinge of contempt entered Sally's eyes as she offered her glass to Quinton. Rather than fill it, he held the bottle out for Lindsay's glass, waiting.

'Perhaps here, but it must be midnight somewhere.'

She saw the look in Danny's eyes. He didn't want her calling attention to herself. Resigned, she moved her glass forward. 'Yes,' she agreed, 'I guess it must be.'

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