Page 114 of Eternal Surrender

I tried a smile.

“Meet me outside,” she said.

“We can do it here.”

“Do what?” Her nipples beaded through the silky material.

I gave a sensual smile. “Make arrangements.”

The door opened.

Ingrid spun round and came face-to-face with James. “I can explain.”

“I’m not that anal, Ingrid.” James lifted the glass and reached for the silver coaster, resting the glass on it. “It’s a stain. That’s all.”

Ingrid shot round and saw I’d gone.

“Dinner’s almost ready,” James said.

“I have to go out.”

He let out a long irritated sigh. “It’s nine o’clock.”

“Sorry.”

“Of course you are.” He slammed the door shut behind him.

Leaning against my red Ferrari, I waited for her.

Ingrid, now dressed in jeans, a blue blouse and a black coat, stormed out of the building toward me. “What the hell were you thinking?” she snapped.

“Grey walls in the bedroom, really?” I asked.

She eyed up the Ferrari. “This yours?”

I pointed to the manila folder she was holding. “What’s in the file?”

“You’re about to find out.”

I opened the car door for her.

“You had no right to come here.” She strolled round to the front and checked the number plate. “Anyway, I thought you had to be invited in?”

“Now that would be boring.”

“We’re using mine.” She headed off toward the long line of parked cars.

I shut my car door and headed after her. Ingrid slipped behind the wheel of her Rover. Once inside with her, I slid back the seat. She revved the car more times than it needed and steered us away from the curb, quickly picking up speed.

I peered into the back seat and saw the numerous discarded empty sweet wrappers.

“Been under some extra stress lately?” I gestured to the tell-tale evidence.

She glanced at her side view mirror. “Don’t always get time for lunch.”

“I visited the scene of the crime,” I said.

“You went to the museum?”