Chapter 5
Kat woke slowly and tried to shield her eyes from the sun pouring in through the bedroom window. When she couldn't seem to move her arm, she had a moment of sheer panic as her mind unwillingly returned to last night's events. For a split second, she imagined she was back at the site, her hands chained above her head. In the next instant, she realized that the reason she wasn't able to move her arm was because it was pinned up against John's warm body lying next to her. A smile lit up her face as she realized how happy she was to be waking up beside him. When she had gone to sleep, she hadn't been entirely certain that he would still be there when she woke up.. She lay there and studied his face. He was an incredibly handsome man, the line of his high cheekbones captivated her eyes and naturally drew them to his long, straight nose and from there, her eyes were drawn to his lips. She sighed with pleasure remembering how those lips were able to kiss her and literally take her breath away in seconds or how when they formed a smile, her stomach did flip-flops. As if he could read her mind, his lips drew up into a smile and a second later he opened his eyes.
"Good morning beautiful, enjoying yourself?" He asked as he continued to smile at her.
"Mmmm, it IS a good morning and yes, I am enjoying myself, very much so." Kat reached over and ran her fingers over the little bit of stubble she could see growing around that delicious mouth and along those cheeks. John reached up and covered her hand with his and brought it to his mouth. He kissed the palm of her hand and then those soft lips of his traced a path down to her wrist. Her pulse quickened as his tongue licked at the smooth skin there and he lightly nipped her eliciting a soft gasp from her.
She felt his smile against her wrist and then he looked up from her hand but he didn't let go of her. She whispered to him, "Oh, so you think that's funny? Well, I bet this is too." She leaned closer to him and looked him in the eyes, pausing for just a second over his mouth. He parted his lips anticipating her kiss, but instead her tongue darted out and she licked his jaw, the stubble rasping on her skin and tongue. For a brief second she let herself imagine what that sensation might feel like on other parts of her body before she once again licked his jaw, this time continuing on up to his earlobe. He let out his own gasp when she drew his earlobe into her mouth, sucking gently and then slowly pulling her mouth away, drawing the earlobe with it for a second.
"Hm, so it's going to be like that is it? Well, I can play that game too..." He sat up and gently pushed her onto her back and leaned his head down towards her and traced a path with his tongue from her earlobe, down her neck, to her shoulder and then followed along her neck over to the incredibly sensitive spot on her neck where it joined with her collarbone. "And Kat..."
"Hmm?" She murmured, too caught up in the feelings his tongue was producing to be able to say much of anything else.
"...I ALWAYS win." He whispered before his lips latched onto her neck and he drew in a little and then nipped her.
"Oh!" she gasped. He did it again and she couldn't help but let out a little moan as shivers ran from the base of her skull and down her spine.
John chuckled a little at her reaction and she smiled too as he grasped her shoulders and rolled her closer to his body.
"Well John, I'm..." Kat reached over and grasped the bottom of his T-shirt, "...used to..." She tugged the shirt up towards his head and he lifted his shoulders, letting her take it off of him. "...getting whatever..." She lowered her head to his bare chest and her tongue licked and nipped her way from his collarbone, down his chest and paused for just a split second over a nipple..."I want". And she drew his nipple into her mouth accompanied by his gasp. She licked it repeatedly and then her hand slowly traced its way downwards from where it was resting on his chest. She looked up from his nipple and gave him her best seductive smile and asked, "Do you think you are UP for the challenge John?"
John growled and just before her hand reached his obviously interested lower half, he flipped her over on her back, covering her body with his. He started kissing her, capturing her gasp in his mouth as he pressed his hard arousal against her. He did it again and she moaned, pushing herself up into him. Suddenly they both heard a phone ring. John sighed heavily and then moved off her and she whimpered at the loss of his body pressed against hers.
"Damn! I'm so sorry sweetheart but I have to take this. It's probably my work calling." As soon as he'd retrieved his phone from his pants pocket on the chair next to the bed, he was back next to her, cupping her face and rubbing her lips with his thumb. He listened for a minute and then disconnected the call.
"Dare I hope they were calling and telling you that they don't need you today?" Kat asked.
"I wish to God that was the case, Kat! I have to go to work today and I don't know when I'll be done." John ran his thumb across her lips one more time before he got up off the bed and grabbed his clothes.
Kat pouted but then smiled at him and sat up in bed, hugging her legs as she watched John getting dressed. "Do you have time for breakfast?"
"No, I'm afraid not." He said, tugging the T-shirt over his head. "The sooner I go, the sooner I'll be done." He sat back down on the bed and took her hand. "Kat, I need you to promise me something."
"Um, sure. What is it?" She was surprised at his suddenly serious tone.
"I need you to stay here until I can figure out why Liam attacked you. I won't be able to focus at work if I think you might possibly be in danger. In fact, I'm tempted to bring you to my place in case anyone comes looking for you here."
Kat sat up at that last remark. "Oh no, John. I'm sure that won't be necessary and I wouldn't be comfortable with that anyway." She thought she saw a fleeting look of hurt and took his face in his hands. "Oh John, despite what you might have seen last night, I'm a very independent woman. I couldn't stay over at your place when we just met two days ago. This is already moving so fast as it is! It's just, I've never..." Kat couldn't quite bring herself to say it aloud; not yet anyway.
"You don't have to explain, Kat. You don't owe me anything." John told her.
That got Kat a little angry and a bit concerned. "Of course I do! We both owe each other the truth. At least I thought we did, I've always believed in honesty in a relationship..." Was he saying that he didn't think that they were starting something here? Something more lasting than a one night stand? Had he just said what he did last night because he thought that was what she wanted to hear? Kat had never been one to beat about the bush and she didn't see any reason to start now. She valued honesty in herself and others so she decided to ask John where he stood on this.
"John, I need an honest answer from you. I know my timing is off with this but, are you still... are you still interested in more than a one night stand?"
John flinched inwardly every time she mentioned honesty. He would be able to give Kat many things; he could buy her whatever she wanted (he never spent all the money Harold paid him anyway), he could give her his body, he could even see himself giving her his heart. But the one thing he would be unable to give her would be the truth. Would that be fair to her? To start a relationship, knowing he'd have to lie to her from the start?
He looked at Kat, sitting there anxiously awaiting an answer from him and God forgive him, he just couldn't bring himself to tell her what he SHOULD have, what she deserved to hear. He was already in this too deep. "Yes Kat, I want more and I want it with you."
Her answering smile struck right at his heart and he almost blurted out the entire truth about his past, about the Machine, about how he repeatedly failed the ones who relied on him. Instead, he stood up and said, "Kat, I have to go. Please call me if you need me." He leaned down and kissed her passionately, wishing they could go back to a few minutes ago, before the Machine had called and before he'd realized that the one thing she most deserved from him, he'd be unable to give her.
"John," Kat said when they broke off the kiss, "please come by whenever you are done with work. I don't care what time it is."
He nodded. "It might not be until tomorrow or possibly the next day Kat." He warned her. He had no idea what helping this latest number might entail.
"I don't care. I'd like to see you again, John. Whenever you can make it." Kat rose from the bed and walked out into the living room after him. "I know how things can get at work. Promise me you'll eat something though if you don't have time for me to make you breakfast."
"Only if you remember your promise and stay put." John reminded her as he picked up his gun and tucked it in the waistband of his pants at the small of his back.
She rolled her eyes and said, "I will."
John smiled back at her, rolled his eyes with exaggeration and said, "Then I will too."
Kat laughed and threw her arms around him and kissed him one last time. "Thank you again for saving me, John." She whispered in his ear.
He gave her a hug and another quick kiss before opening the door. "You're welcome, Kat." And then he was gone.
Kat leaned against the closed door and surveyed her apartment. Without John there, it seemed empty already. She sighed and pushed herself off the door. Might as well make breakfast if she was already up this early. She grabbed her cell from the table and brought it in the kitchen with her as she checked her messages.
As Kat scrambled some eggs and made coffee, she began to relive the events of last night in her mind. Before she knew it, there were tears mixing in with the eggs. She turned off the burner, backed up a step and slid down the counter at her back until she was sitting on the floor with her knees drawn up. The pain and fear were even worse this morning than last night when she had John there and the full impact of what had happened had yet to set in.
Huge racking sobs took over as she realized just how close she had come to being raped and murdered.
John was just leaving his apartment when he heard the crying through his earbud. He'd cloned her phone last night before he'd left her in Carter's hands. Now, he was hearing Kat's sobs as she slowly lost it. He'd known it would inevitably happen as the reality of what had happened to her sunk in, but he'd been hoping he'd be there when it did. Listening to her crying, his heart broke. When it went on for several minutes, he almost turned around and went back to her apartment but then he heard her say, "Katherine Greyson, get it together girl! You're fine, thanks to John. Now get up and get moving." He sighed with relief as the crying stopped and she went back to banging pots and pans.
Kat pulled herself together and finished making breakfast. After she was done eating, she jumped in the shower to wash away the last of the tears. While she was in there, Kat began thinking about who she would get to replace that asshole Liam. There were plenty of men capable of doing the job, Kat was always careful when hiring people and only hired those that she deemed the best. It was just a matter of deciding which of her men would be able to be a good enough leader and get the maximum efficiency out of his men.
As Kat went through her morning routine, her thoughts gradually turned from work to the time she had spent with John. 'Damn! If only his work hadn't called him in...and just when things were getting interesting!' She thought and then she was shocked at herself. 'What is going on with me? Why am I ready and willing to sleep with John after knowing him for so short a time? I mean besides the obvious hotness of the man.' Kat mulled this over and over in her mind. She just didn't normally do this sort of thing and yet, with John, it just felt natural...it felt right. Was it because he'd saved her? 'No' She answered her own question. 'I felt this way about him before that; in the coffee shop and all day yesterday.' She came to the conclusion that it must have something to do with his willingness to protect others. He had been helping that adorable little boy, Jim, when she'd met him, at great personal risk to himself and then, without knowing much about her, he had come to her rescue as well. To be willing to put your life on the line for others took such an incredible amount of selflessness. And yet, while he was protecting others, Kat felt as is perhaps John himself needed protection. Oh, not physical protection. He was obviously more than capable. Rather, it was the way he seemed to act around her, the way he seemed to always be wanting to touch her, no matter what they were doing. It was as if he was reassuring himself that she was there... 'Gah! I must be reading too much into things! How could a man as handsome and self-assured as John need that?' She filed those thoughts away to reassess at a later time.
Kat pulled several files out of a drawer and sat down at the table to work. If she was going to be cooped up here on this beautiful Sunday, she might as well get some paperwork done. Kat immersed herself in the details of running her company for several hours, only taking a quick break for lunch and then getting right back into it afterwards. By 4pm, Kat had confirmed that she was still quite well in the black and that all the materials for her upcoming projects had been ordered and all her contracts were in good order.
Pushing back from the table, Kat checked her cell. No messages from John and no texts. She attempted to quell the disappointment that threatened to quickly overwhelm her due to the lack of contact from him. She knew he was working...and if it was anything like the job he was on when she met him... Kat forced that thought down as well, knowing that her fear for his safety would just overtake her thoughts and make it impossible to get anything else accomplished today. She got up to go into the kitchen to find something to cook for dinner only to find her refrigerator almost empty. Sunday was her normal shopping day. Upon opening the cupboards and finding only a few boxes of mac and cheese and some spaghetti but no sauce, she concluded that she had no choice, she was going to have to go out and get some ingredients for dinner. "I'm sorry John," she said aloud, "but this girl's gotta eat. I DID keep my promise most of the day." Kat figured she could go and be back before John could even possibly know she'd gone.
John tailed his person of interest for the better part of the day, watching the woman as she went to the salon, went shopping, walked her dog...and met with someone at a little cafe and hired him to kill her husband. All the while, John would tune in every twenty minutes or so to Kat's phone, just to assure himself that she was ok and wasn't having any more emotional breakdowns after the trauma she'd suffered. He smiled frequently, listening to her talk to herself as she worked on the day to day business for her company. Her little comments gave him further insight into the type of woman she was. She definitely cared for her employees, she took her responsibilities very seriously, she HATED math and she was a great planner and organizer. She also seemed to know most of her employees' families as well and seemed to go out of her way to set things up so that not only her employees were taken care of, but their families too. After all, who would make decisions about which worker should be at which site based on how long that person would need to be on the bus or subway? That extra care and concern for the people who worked for her, spoke volumes on how invested Kat was in making the lives of the people around her better.
John was in the process of following the hired hitman when Kat made her announcement that she would be leaving her apartment. John felt a wave of fear hit him as he imagined something happening to Kat while he wasn't there. Damn! Her timing couldn't have been worse! He had to stay on the hitman since he didn't know when the hit was going to go down. So he did the only thing he could, he quickly switched over the line and dialed...
Kat was nervous at first. She had her Sig in a holster on her belt and she didn't bother to conceal it today. Eventually though, when nothing out of the ordinary happened, she began to relax. She had no idea why she was worried, Liam was dead thanks to John. He was just over-reacting. She had no sooner come to that conclusion than she felt a presence at her elbow which she turned to address.
"Hello Detective Carter. What are you doing in this neck of the woods?"
"Well, Ms. Greyson it seems I've been demoted from homicide detective to bodyguard."
"What?" Kat asked, puzzled. "And call me Kat...wait...did John send you? Tell me he didn't!"
Detective Carter just gave her a look.
"Oh my God! Is he kidding? How did he even know I left the apartment? This is ridiculous!" Kat was a bit taken aback that John would call a cop to come be her personalbodyguard, as if the woman didn't have anything else to do with her time here in the crime capital!
"Look, I appreciate that you came down here Detective, but as you can see I'm fine and I'm sure you are just as happy about being here as I am withhaving a bodyguard. Please feel free to go back to your job. I can protect myself if needed." And Kat patted her gun on her hip.
The detective smiled as she looked at Kat with her hand on her gun. "That's an impressive piece. Ever shoot a Glock?"
"A few times, but I prefer the Sig because there's less recoil. I give you credit for being able to put up with it. And really Detective. I don't need a babysitter."
"It's Joss, Kat. Let's just say that I'd rather stick around than have to explain to John why I didn't. He can be very...persuasive."
Kat laughed. "He can be, can't he? Joss, how the heck did he know I was out?" Kat moved onto the limes and chose two.
Joss just shook her head. "I haven't a clue how he knows the things he knows. I've tried several times to pin him down but... You don't want to pick that one." Joss said as Kat picked up a cantaloupe. "It'll take too long to ripen. Scratch the top here. If it smells, it's close to being ripe."
"Thanks!" Kat said, taking the one she suggested. "So how do you know John?"
Joss had to be careful here, John had been rather adamant about not revealing too much about what he did for a living to Kat. She had no idea why, but when it came to John, she'd learned it was sometimes in her best interest not to ask. Still she was curious as to this latest woman that John was protecting. Joss never knew how he picked the people he chose to protect. Perhaps she might find out in talking with this woman, Kat.
"Well once upon a time, he saved my life as well. One of the men I had been trying to take down took it upon himself to try and take me down first. John had been following me and shot the man sent to kill me."
"He was following you? Like a stalker?" Kat stopped dead in the middle of the bakery aisle. Kat's eyes widened at the thought of John turning into a stalker. 'Oh please God, not the one man she had started falling for'!
Joss laughed but didn't miss the look of serious concern that Kat gave her. "No, not like that. Although now that you mention it, John can certainly come across that way. He sneaks up behind you without your even knowing he was there."
Kat sighed with obvious relief and Joss wondered what was going on here. "So," she continued, "was that the first time you met John, when he saved you from that guy, Liam?"
"No." Kat told her, reaching for some fresh French bread. "I was walking home one night when I saw this guy trying to save this adorable little boy Jimmy..."
"Wait, was the kid around 4 years old? Dark hair and dressed in a blue T-shirt?" Joss interrupted her.
"Um, yes, that's sounds like Jimmy. Why?"
"That son of a bitch!" Joss exclaimed, shaking her head. "Yeah, I worked with John on that one. Jim had been kidnapped and John had somehow found out about it and was already after the guys that took him before I could call him that night." Joss exclaimed, shaking her head.
"Wait, Joss...that was you that called John that night?... He'd said that was his boss calling him in."
"His boss? Yeah right. Hardly." Joss chuckled. "I called him to see if he knew anything about the shooting in that area. He'd said that he was there. I asked him about Jim and he said he had him, so I told him to get his ass down to the precinct because Jim's father was worried sick."
"Well, I'm just glad Jimmy was reunited with his family. The whole thing must have been very traumatic for him."
"What whole thing?" Joss asked. Her instincts were right, there WAS more to this story.
"Well, when I came upon John, someone was sneaking up on him from behind, so I...shot him?" Kat's voice rose and hesitated on the last two words as she realized that she was telling a cop that she had shot someone and not reported it.
Joss raised an eyebrow. "I didn't just hear that. I KNEW he was involved somehow in that shooting!" She shook her head and chuckled."So, let me guess, there was some kind of shootout involving John and some of these guys, John saved the boy and the bad guys were killed."
"Well we were both kind of involved with that, but yes I suppose in a nut shell, that's what happened." Kat reached over and grabbed some chicken breasts as they walked by the meat counter.
"So then the second time you saw John, he showed up to help you at your construction site last night, huh?" Joss probed.
"Well, not exactly... he kind of asked me out on a date afterwards, after we saved Jimmy you know..."
It was Joss's turn to stop dead in the middle of the store. "HE DID WHAT?"
Kat looked at Joss. She didn't know her well enough to interpret her reaction. "He asked me on a date. We met at a coffee shop and were enjoying...the..band..." Kat blushed and continued in a rush. "And then Liam called me and told me that there had been a break-in down at my site and that the police wouldn't take a statement from him so I had to leave. John and I exchanged numbers and well...the next time I saw him was right before he shot Liam."
Joss couldn't believe her ears. John was actually interested in this woman, Kat! She supposed he was entitled to some human contact, he was a man after all, but she was just surprised that he would want to start that kind of relationship,after what happened with Jessica... It made her wonder what John was thinking, bringing a woman...hell, anyone for that matter into his life with the kind of work that he did. It would put that person at risk every damn day.
They walked through the last few aisles, Kat picking up a few items, both of them involved with their own thoughts. Kat once more checked her phone. Finally there was a text from John! It read, Just accept her help. We'll talk about your promise when I'm done here.
'Crap!' Kat thought. 'He's probably all kinds of mad. But really, sending Joss here to look after her like she was some kind of helpless female!' Kat was tempted to text him back and give him a piece of her mind, but she didn't want to distract him so she settled for giving her phone a raspberry instead.
Joss smiled and said, "Let me guess, John."
Kat rolled her eyes. "You got it in one. Well Detective, fancy a home cooked meal?"
"As it so happens, my son is staying with his grandmother tonight, so sure...as long as you promise me you can cook better than I can!" Joss laughed.
The rest of the night went by quickly for Kat. She and Joss had several glasses of wine over dinner, which Joss had declared was head and shoulders above what she could have possibly cooked. Joss talked to her about her son Taylor and Kat told her about her brother and taking over the company from her uncle. Both women were a bit amazed at the amount they had in common as they were discussing what it was like to work in a field that was primarily dominated by men. Kat very much enjoyed hearing about Joss's days in the police academy and the woman's warmth and humor had Kat considering the idea of introducing the detective to her brother when he was done with his tour in a few months.
By ten o'clock, Joss had gone and there was still no sign of John. Kat sighed and decided that she wasn't going to wait up any later and that it was time to go to bed. She needed to be up early tomorrow to go in and explain to her crew what had happened to Liam. Kat washed up in the bathroom and put on a silk cami top and shorts and climbed into bed. She rolled over onto her side and fell asleep remembering how just last night, the bed had not felt so big and empty.
Kat opened her eyes and looked at the clock...four AM! She sighed and rolled over, just about to close her eyes when it registered in her mind that there was a person sitting in the chair next to her bed. She opened her mouth to scream but a hand suddenly covered her mouth.
"Shh...Kat, it's John. I didn't want to wake you...so I let myself in and slept in the chair." He removed his hand, sure now that she wouldn't scream and wake the neighbors.
"John!" Kat exclaimed, sitting up quickly. "I told you I didn't mind what time it was but... how the hell did you get in here? You scared me half to death!"
"I'm sorry Kat. Really. And I came in through the front door, just like everyone else." John moved closer to her on the bed. "I missed you all day." He whispered. The look in his eyes purely lascivious as he leaned in closer towards her.
"Me too. I suppose I shouldn't be surprised at anything you do but please, give me some warning next time you plan on coming over in the middle of the night, while I'm sleeping." Kat closed the distance between them and suddenly their lips met and nothing else mattered.
The feel of Kat's soft lips on his drove John crazy, he couldn't seem to get enough of her. Even breathing seemed to come secondary to his desire to taste the sweetness of her mouth. His arms reached out and he pulled her body up against his. Kat thrust her tongue in his mouth and he couldn't help but groan as his entire body was focused on this woman and what she was doing to him. They both broke off the kiss at the same time, sucking in air, but he was the quickest to recover. His lips found that little spot on her neck that he'd discovered last time and she tilted her head so that he would have better access. As he sucked and nipped her neck, she let out a soft moan that he thought was the sexiest sound he'd ever heard. His hands meanwhile traveled down her neck, past her collarbone to the swell of her breasts. He waited for a second, to see if she would stop him, to see if perhaps he was going too fast for her, but she just pushed herself forward, so that he was cupping her large, full breasts in his hands. He rubbed the nipples with the pad of his thumbs and was rewarded with a moan of pleasure from Kat. The sound pushed him over the edge and he grasped her behind her back and quickly lowered her down to the bed. Kat grasped his arms and he jumped a little as her hand grabbed his upper arm. He lowered his lips to hers, hoping she hadn't noticed. But as she pulled back from him, he knew it was a fruitless hope.
"What's wrong, John?" Kat reached over and switched on the light. "What..." She gasped when she pulled his suit jacket away from his arm.
"It's nothing." He tried to reassure her. "I just wasn't quick enough."
"The hell it's nothing John, you're still bleeding through your shirt for God's sakes! Come on, tonight it's your turn for a little doctoring."
John got up off the bed and followed her into the bathroom. He watched as she removed the same medical supplies that he had used on her just last night. She turned to him expectantly.
"I can't work through your shirt John." She reminded him. He sighed. He hadn't wanted her to get a close look at how many scars he had, at least not yet. Not only was he a bit self-conscious, but he knew that they would inevitably cause her to ask questions that he wasn't prepared to answer and didn't want to lie to her about. However he didn't seem to have a choice so he steeled himself for her reaction and started unbuttoning his shirt.
She watched with an intense look as he shook the shirt off himself and she gave him a shy smile before turning her attention to the knife wound on his arm. She prodded the edges of the wound and hissed as more blood appeared.
"Well it appears you aren't going to be as lucky John, this is going to need stitches."
He just nodded and waited for the questions to begin. But they never came, instead, Kat cleaned the wound with gentle fingers and started threading the suture needle. "Relax your arm as best you can, here, you can rest it on my other shoulder while I stitch this."
"Kat honey, if I put my hands on you now, they'll be anything but relaxed. I'll keep still I promise." He told her. She looked so good with that low cut top on and those shorts that showed off her long legs perfectly. His hand twitched as he imagined cupping that bottom and pulling her up against his body, those soft curves meeting his..."
"JOHN! You said you'd stay still!" Kat berated him as she was about to make her first stitch.
"Sorry." He deliberately looked at the ceiling in order to keep his mind and body calm. He felt the prick of the needle and the pull of the thread, but it was nothing compared to the majority of the pain he'd experienced throughout his career with the Army and then the CIA.
Ten minutes later, Kat stepped back and pronounced that she was done. He looked down and saw twelve small, neat sutures. "Thank you. That was nicely done." He told her, leaning over to give her a quick kiss on the cheek as she was cleaning up the supplies. Apparently though Kat had other ideas because she turned her face so that it was her mouth he connected with instead. Once again, those soft lips drove him crazy as they kissed. He continued to be amazed at how passionate Kat was. It was as if she couldn't get enough of him, as if she wanted to be as close as possible to every part of his body. She carefully wrapped her arms around his bare chest as they continued to kiss, both of them taking turns licking and sucking on the others' lips. The feel of her soft hands wrapping around his torso was incredible and he quickly turned her and lifted her up onto a sitting position on the vanity. From there, she was able to wrap those long legs around him as he stood pressed up against her. He pulled her bottom closer towards him so that she would feel the evidence of just how much he wanted her at that moment. When his erection pressed against the junction of her thighs, he heard Kat moan again.
John reached over and lowered first one strap and then the other of her top and the silk slid down her chest, revealing her breasts. He sucked in his breath as he looked at her
beautiful body for a moment before he leaned over and cupped a breast intent on tasting her there too. Without warning, he heard his phone ring and felt it vibrate against his leg.
"Oh God, not again!" Kat cursed. John pulled his head back and sucked in deep breaths as he tried to calm the riotous feelings running rampant through his body.
Kat gave him a dark look and pulled her top back up. "John, so help me, the next time you start something, you better damn well be able to finish it!" She jumped off the vanity and walked in the direction of the living room without a second glance at him.
As he answered the phone, he couldn't help but feel that she was justified in her frustration. Hell, he wanted to bite the head off whoever it was that was calling.
Five minutes later, John came out of Kat's bedroom shrugging on his suit jacket. "Kat, I'm so sorry but I..."
"Yeah, you have to go." She interrupted him. "I figured. I made you up something to eat and put some antibiotic ointment in there as well. Make sure you keep that wound clean and don't pull my stitches or I'll be even more mad at you." Kat frowned at him but she couldn't stay mad for long. He pulled her into his arms once more and kissed her, both of them pulling away too soon. It hadn't taken much to stoke the flames again and Kat at least couldn't take much more frustration at this point. "The next time you walk through my door, it better be without that damn phone. Or else..."
John smiled at her and gave her one more quick peck before he opened the door.
"Oh and I WILL be going to work today WITHOUT a personal bodyguard!" She yelled as she was shutting the door.
"We'll see." She heard him say as the door softly closed behind him.