it, she shuddered, but then she tried to smile. âBeautiful.â
âGlad you think so.â
âIs he vegetarian? You know, Iâm vegetarian.â
âSo what.â
He pushed her back into the dining room, letting the kitchen door swing closed. She was relieved to be away from the creature even as her kidnapper pushed her again with both hands, and she stumbled against the wall. He leaned over her, one hand on either side of her head.
âYouâre one of those women who like to talk, arenât you? Youâre a chatterbox. Yak, yak, yak.â
âNo. Actually Iâm quiet. Everyone says Iâm quiet. I can be quiet.â
He squinted at her. She stopped talking. He was sizing herup, trying to figure something out.
âHow old are you?â he asked.
âThirty-eight.â
âReally?â
âDonât I look it?â
He shrugged.
She wanted to keep him talking. âDo you live here alone?â
âNo.â He looked at her as if she were stupid. It was a look she recognized from her daughter.
âWho with?â
âDuh. Cookie. I live here with Cookie.â
âThe lizard.â
âI hate it when people call him a lizard. Heâs an iguana.â
âWhatâs the difference?â Keep him talking, she thought. If he was talking he couldnât hurt her.
âThere are three thousand different types of lizards, from those little geckoes you see on your patio to Komodo Dragons. But Cookie is from the family Iguanidae . There are only thirteen kinds of iguana. Heâs the largest: a Great Green Iguana. And even for his breed, heâs enormous. Most of them are much smaller than he is, but I know how to take care of him. Heâs so healthy, heâll probably keep growing. Did you see the way his scales shine?â
He grinned. His face opened, the line between his eyebrows went away.
âShiny,â she agreed. âHow long have you had him?â
âAll his life.â
âI didnât know they got so big.â
âMost donât. Cookie started out less than six inches. Now heâs eight feet from his nose to the tip of his tail. Bigger than most and weighs more too. A champion.â
âThere are competitions?â
âOf course. There are Reptile Expos twice a year and smaller contests in between. Cookie will win every prize.â
âHe certainly is big.â
His face clouded over again. The furrow on his forehead returned. He stepped back, out of reach of her feet. He looked her up and down.
âYouâre hot,â he said quietly. âTake off your jacket.â
âIâm fine.â She did not want to take anything off; she wanted every possible layer between them.
âI asked you to take off your jacket.â
âDo you need money? Is that it? My ex-husband has lots of money. Iâll call him. Or better yet, take me to the bank. Iâll get you money.â
He shook his head.
âMy ex-husband is Jonathan Parker. The actor,â Winnie continued. âIâm sure you would know him if you saw him. He has a game show, Tie the Knot . Heâs the host. Heâs on every day. Itâs the most popular game show on television. Maybe you could be a contestant. Would you like that? Iâll call him. Do you have a phone? You could be on TV. Wouldnât that be great? You have such a good look. Youâre so handsome. You could be a star. Really.â
âI want you to be quiet.â
âI just want to help ââ
âDonât talk. Stop talking. And take off your jacket.â
âOkay, okay. Iâm really fine in my jacket, butââ
âShut up and do it.â
She had to peel her jacket like skin; the sleeves clung to her sweaty arms. He watched her, stared at her breasts and stomach revealed in her damp nylon shirt.
âYouâre short,â he said, âbut you have a pretty good body.â
Winnie