With his head resting on his arms, which were crossed over the table in his living room as he dozed, Goren thought back to the discussion he'd had with Logan about Eames.
Logan had made him realise that he might not be able to hide his relationship with Eames.
But was it true...
He couldn't hide it.
Could we really read everything in my face.
In addition, if Goren had the misfortune to that it get out...
Eames would risk a lot.
Thinking of the little blonde woman, he couldn't help but smile.
Eames could be so tender, behind her strong womanly, and Goren didn't want to lose the way she pampered him.
It was this side of her that had touched him to the very depths of his being.
So if he had to lose that...
- Ding... Dong...
Goren raised his head, still drowsy, and was startled by the sound.
Was it him, or was someone ringing his doorbell at this time of night.
No, it could only be his imagination.
Nobody would be coming to his house at this time of night.
He rested his head against his arms and went back to sleep.
- Ding... Dong...
But the sound of the doorbell was increasingly insistent, so he realised he wasn't dreaming.
Name of God...
Who could be coming to his house at this hour.
Reluctantly rising from his chair, he went to the door and opened it.
What a surprise to discover an Eames, her lips pursed, not looking at all happy, and who without asking him if she could enter the flat, entering.
Seeing, and understanding, that he couldn't tell her to go back where she came from, he closed the door behind him and turned to her.
- I'm honoured that you welcome me in this outfit.
Pardon.
That he was welcoming her in this outfit.
For one thing, he wasn't expecting her.
And two, that he had his outfit.
- You're all scruffy. Eames spoke sarcastically, waving his hand and pointing to his outfit. You could at least have made the effort to yourself readjust.
Of what.
Eames wasn't serious.
And what was with the sarcasm.
She turned up in the middle of the night and and reproached him for the carelessness of his attire.
All right, his shirt was half out of his trousers and the other half inside, but that didn't mean he should have rejusted up.
What did she think, that he would be properly dressed at this time of night.
Still, she was lucky.
He was usually in his underpants.
So what was she complaining about.
And above all, why had she come.
- Eames... You came...
Of course she had came.
This idiot had cut off her phone.
Just when she wanted to spend the evening with him.
But no, the gentleman had decided to switch off his phone, even though he had never done so before.
What's more, she wasn't in the mood.
- You've turned your mobile phone off, haven't you. Eames spoke in a firm voice, pursing his lips. I've been calling all evening and I haven't been able to reach you.
Pardon.
Eames had been calling all evening...
And for what reason...
In addition, why was she in such a bad mood, reproaching him for turning off his phone.
He had every right of to be a bit little quiet.
Of course, he'd never done it before, but tonight he had had a discussion at heart-to-heart with Logan about Eames, and he didn't want to be interrupted.
And he had simply forgotten to turn it back on.
But on the one hand, he realised he'd done the right thing.
But on the other hand, maybe he should have turned it back on.
That would have saved Eames of came.
Especially at this time of night.
Still, knowing the little lady, she would have come anyway.
If she'd been trying to reach him all evening, this meant that he was not to miss of absence calls of Eames.
And he was sure that if he had had the misfortune to answer, he would have heard his ears ringing, and they would have suffered.
Knowing the little lady, she would have shouted at him.
But strangely enough, at this moment, Eames was not in the mood, but she wasn't shouting.
And Goren didn't like that.
Perhaps he should fear Eames at this moment, who looked much more dangerous than the woman she was when she was shouting.
Perhaps it was simply because she was soaking wet.
As he dozed and thought about her, he could hear the little drops of rain falling and sliding down his windows, which soothed him a little more.
Name of God...
But she was soaking wet.
Why hadn't he noticed that straight away.
Maybe because he couldn't take his eyes off that reproachful face.
- You're any wet.
Of course she was.
So as not to take any risks, she hadn't parked at the bottom of his building, but in a small alley a few minutes away, and she'd had the right to the rain.
And fortunately for him, because the rain had calmed him down a bit.
But hey, it wasn't much.
- Just a bit wet, it doesn't matter.
What.
Not matter.
Soaking wet, Eames could catch a cold.
- But if you catch a common cold.
Catch a common cold...
For a few drops.
She was a strong woman, and by no means, a small natured one.
So she would survive.
And if she fell ill, well, she'd make him treat her.
It would be a good punishment for turning off his phone.
- I'll get you a towel.
Oh no, if she was here, it was for a good reason, and not for drying off, she'd do that later.
- No need, listen to me.
No need...
Listen to her.
Yes, after she'd dried off.
- But...
Seeing Goren step aside, and pass in front of her, Eames put her hand on his wrist, stopping him in his tracks.
- Goren.
At her name, Goren turned towards her and decided to listen.
If he didn't, he was going to spend the night there.
- Is it because of what happened between us last night... Why you chose to turn off your phone... To get away from me.
How could he tell him that, on the one hand, it was one of the reasons, but on the other hand, it was quite the opposite.
Goren didn't know where he stood and he needed to think.
- Bobby... Answer me.
Very well, if that's what she wanted, he was going to tell her the truth.
- Eames... I can't... I can't managing it... Eames's tiny fingers tightened on his wrist. I can't keep it a secret after all... If anything, it's written all over my face... So... I'm going to be a burden to you.
Be a burden to her...
But never of the life.
Goren had never been a burden in her life since she met him.
OK, on several occasions, he hadn't cared about the consequences, he'd gone to the limit, but she'd never think that of him.
Why would she had request with him out if that was the case.
But what he had just said touched her deeply.
Goren, despite everything, would always be a tortured man, and more confident of himself.
But who knows, with time, and tenderness, perhaps she would succeed in making him a safer, less tortured man.
But maybe he didn't dare tell her, quite simply, that everything was over between them.
- It means you don't want to go out with me anymore.
But he'd never said that.
On the contrary, he loved his moments of tenderness, when Eames pampered him, and he wouldn't want to lose them for anything in the world.
But he had his doubts, about the well benefits, of going out with her.
Maybe she would be better off without him.
- But that's not it.
- In that case, what's the problem.
But absolutely everything.
Eames still didn't understand what he was getting at, even though he'd told her how he felt.
If Logan had understood straight away that something had happened between Eames and him, then everyone would know.
And all because of his overly expressive face.
- And if it got out...
That was it.
Because he was afraid of being found out.
So she had to reassure him.
- The boat drifts gently when it reaches the jetty.*
The boat drifted...
What the hell was that gibberish.
Could he have been rubbing off on Eames all these years for her to talk like that.
A small smile appeared on Eames' face, and she moved closer to him.
- It was me who decided to go out with you, you remember.
Of course he remembered.
She'd even been kind of insistent.
- I can't spend much time with you, and your attitude is worrying the people around us... Eames stopped at his level, pulled his hand away from his wrist to slip it into his , and with his other free hand, did the same with Goren's other hand, squeezing them gently. But I mean what I say. She lifted her face to his, and plunged her big hazel eyes, shining with extreme gentleness, into his brown gaze. So you must also continue to work hard, and not slacken off, as you always did when we were partners. And above all stay yourself, keep the same attitude.
- I'll be fine as long as I keep fighting.
Yes, he understood everything.
Her smile widened, and she stood on tiptoe, bringing her face close to his, her lips resting on his forehead, brushing against it.
At this tenderness, Goren felt all his fears melt away.
Eames gently parted her lips from his.
- I'm going home.
How that...
Go home.
At this time of night.
Oh no, surely not.
It wasn't safe.
Did Eames forget that the streets of New York were not safe, and even less so where he lived.
Just because she was a captain in the criminal division didn't mean she wasn't at risk.
Before being a captain, Eames was first and foremost a woman.
- It's not very prudent.
Not very prudent...
Would Goren take her for a weak woman.
- My car's not parked far away... I'm not risking anything.
Eames could say that, but he wasn't reassured letting her go like that.
- Unless you want me to stay sleep.
At her words, and at an Eames who wrapped her arms around him, pressed her small breasts against his powerful torso, caressed the back of his neck with her small hand, and lifted an enticing gaze, Goren blushed violently at Eames' allusion.
- But in all honour. She brought two fingers to her forehead, slapped them gently against her skin, and moved away from him, a small mocking smile on her lips, letting a small laugh escape from her lips. I'm not an easy woman, you know.
Of what..
What kind of behaviour was that.
Eames had openly played with him.
She had openly enticed him, making him understand that she would like them to have sex again.
And she acted as if she hadn't proposed anything, mocking him.
- But if you want... You can walk me to my car.
She gave him a big smile, which totally unsettled him.
He should have said no, the way she'd just behaved.
But yet...
He didn't like the idea of letting her walk alone through the streets of New York, even if her car wasn't far away.
- Fine... Then I'll take you back.
Goren brought the hand for his shirt and readjusted himself, much to the delight of Eames, who nodded in satisfaction.
He went into the living room to pick up his jacket, which he had laid on a chair, put it on, and went to find Eames waiting outside the door that him brought her back.
*''The boat drifts gently when it reaches the jetty,'' Means, ''All will be well when it reaches that status.''