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for her.  I sighed a breath of relief at assuming that is why she asked about me being married, but then tensed at the thought that she had connected the dots and was only asking because she was sneakily trying to find out if I had one also.  Meaning, I was like her in some way.  Her sneaky she-tiger ways were causing pain to more than just my ability to predict her moves.  I liked it too much.
    Back in my den, she walked ahead of me to the edge of the balcony and looked down.  Unashamed, I looked her over more than once blocking all the while.  She was perfection in every way, body and mind.
    Was she hiding thoughts of escape?  Could she hide her thoughts from me already?
    She grabbed the back of her neck and moved her fingers around the soft curve beneath her hairline.   I wanted to move my fingers across the same spots she touched now.  I could watch her forever, except for the torture of wanting to be nearer.  I still had hope.
    Joy.  Could I feel that? She was developing more in her emotional database being near me.  I knew this because I had done the same.
    I stood beside the rail and looked off in the distance at the same tall trees she recognized from earlier.  “ No more questions?” I asked of her.
    “ Why am I here?”
    “Another one for tomorrow.”  I didn’t look at her still content with just being close.
    “What is your favorite color?”  Okay, we are starting with kindergarten.
    “Yellow.”
    “Wow!  That is awfully bright for such a dark kind of guy.” 
    “I like yellow.”  I watched her when she faced me noting the way her hair softly moved in the time it took to turn. 
    “Favorite book?”
    “Hamlet.”
    She seemed shocked and stared at me unabashedly.  “Great sad story.  Whole royal family dies.  End of story.”
    “No, Fortinbras continues on the royal court.”
    “True, but still the entire line was lost.”
    I nodded to close the fact that we had established I could read wanting to move the conversation back to her.   “And your favorite read?”
    “Aha!  He asks a question.  Surely you know the answer already.”
    “Humor me.  Elizabeth would understand.”
    She didn’t hate this confirming deed of telling her all I knew.  She didn’t even call me a stalker.  She did however launch into a full blown lesson on connecting the story to her own life.  “You see.  But then you already know that Elizabeth saw through Darcy’s arrogance and only me attitude.  Never did he once seem to give fancy to what the girl needed or cared about.  She was just supposed to marry the highest bidder.”  She took a breath only after the last word. 
    “Favorite weapon?” her eyes darted nervously around the room and back to me.
    “You!” Her sweet mouth dropped open and stayed there in a little O pattern.  Her ability to switch subjects so quickly kept my mind well focused.  I had to be.  But I sincerely loved seeing that I could throw her off balance.
    “What ’s that supposed to mean?” she asked.
    “Only you are capable of anything.  And I rather like that.  You could take anyone Kissa.”
    Huff!  “I’m not that versatile.”
    “Knives.”
    “What?” she gasped a little showing how quick she was at tracking my line of thinking.
    “ Your favorite.” 
    Big surprise, I thought but hid from her.  “You once threw one of your knives at me.” 
    What?
    I hesitated but pulled the black t-shirt I wore to the side exposing the shoulder blade that gave her a glimpse of her own handiwork. 
    The vamp at the warehouse.   It was him!  And I almost stripped you naked!  “You were the goon.  Well, not a goon.  Why were you there?” she blushed a wonderful shade of pink across her cheeks. My brother was there. Were you going to torture him?
    “I was there to escort for your father.” 
    “My father?”
    “Yes, he needed my services.”
    And?
    “I was there to make sure nothing happened to you.”

 
    Chapter Five
     
    “What? Me?  This