by Kim Baldwin
“Well, nice to see you back. Don’t be such a stranger, huh?” He positioned himself beside the blank wall he used as a backdrop. “Who’s first?”
Alexi turned toward Blayne. “Fiona?”
The photos took only a few minutes, and then they were back in the Prizm with at least a couple of hours to kill. Alexi stashed the bag of cash in the trunk. “Shall we find a nice place for a leisurely breakfast?”
“Sounds great. So…how do you know this guy Ray?” Blayne asked. “I mean, is this the way you usually get passports and stuff for people?”
“Usual is such a relative term. Usual means to go to city hall and then several days wait, and I don’t think you want that.”
“Oh! I get it!” Blayne said. “All that stay-out-of-trouble stuff. This is illegal, isn’t it? Did you arrest him or something?”
“He was a witness I was assigned to protect.”
“Well he seems healthy enough, so I guess I can consider him a good reference for your abilities, then.”
Alexi had to smile at that.
“So if he’s not exactly a straight-arrow kind of guy…tell me, can he also get me a gun?” Blayne asked.
“A gun?” Alexi repeated. “You are definitely not getting a gun. No way.”
“And why not? I’ve shot a gun before. My dad was a hunter and had rifles and pistols both.”
“Blayne, you are not getting a gun. You have no need for one.”
“I’d like to be able to protect myself,” Blayne argued. “What happens if you’re not around?”
“I will always be around. You do not need a weapon, as long as you allow me to protect you.”
Blayne didn’t argue the case further. But she also did not abandon the idea of trying to pick up some kind of weapon for herself, with or without Alexi’s help.
They found a small café with an unexpectedly creative menu that included four varieties of eggs Benedict and homemade cinnamon rolls and pastries. It also had fabulous coffee, so they lingered over their first decent meal in days.
Alexi had to keep reminding herself not to stare at Blayne, but the transformation still astounded her and she caught herself repeatedly stealing covert glances at Blayne’s body, breasts, and face. It was irrational, she knew, but still she marveled at how a simple change in hair color, makeup and clothes seemed to turn Blayne from irritating to irresistible.
“You know…” Blayne paused to sip her fourth cup of coffee. “I understand the need for new IDs, and I’ll be careful when I need to be. But I want you to still call me Blayne when we’re alone, and when it doesn’t matter.”
“All right. As you wish.”
Blayne decided it was time to take another stab at getting the taciturn WITSEC Inspector to open up. “Is Alexi short for Alexandra?”
“Yes.”
“Any brothers or sisters?”
“A younger sister. Her name is Vasiliki.”
“What’s she like?”
Alexi smiled as she considered how to answer. “Irrepressible.”
Interesting answer. “Is she here, or in Greece?”
“Neither. She lives north of London.”
“Parents?”
“No. Both deceased.”
“Mine are gone, too,” Blayne said. “They died in a fire while I was away at college.” It had been so many years ago that it no longer ripped her apart to talk about it, and she hoped that opening up about herself would encourage Alexi to reveal a few personal things as well.
“I am sorry. That must have been extremely difficult.”
“Yeah, it was. We lived above an Irish pub that my parents opened when I was just a baby. Blarneys. I was going to go back to work there after I graduated.”
Most of the information that Blayne was volunteering was in the WITSEC file on her, but Alexi let her talk anyway. Maybe she needs to. And it never hurt to know as much as you could about the witness you were protecting. She wouldn’t mind a few more insights into how Blayne’s mind worked. It might help her predict what Blayne would do. She certainly hadn’t seen the handcuffs coming.
And, to be honest, Alexi didn’t mind at all listening to Blayne talk about herself. She was rather intrigued by her unpredictable charge, and was also relieved that a rapport seemed possible between them. Blayne’s change in appearance seemed to have brought about a change in attitude, too.
“So, you’ve been in law enforcement a long time,” Blayne said. “Ever done anything else?”
“Nothing noteworthy.”
“Ever want to?” Blayne pressed.
“No. Not really.”
“Ever answer in more than brief phrases when someone asks you about yourself?” Blayne allowed her frustration to creep into her voice.
One side of Alexi’s mouth tipped upward in a half-smile. “No.”
That made Blayne laugh, and she let the questions go for a while. So far, she’d struck out in her efforts to get Alexi to engage in the kind of social chatter that most people she knew engaged in. She usually had no problem getting clients at the travel agency to talk ad nauseam about their trips, their jobs, and their families. The challenge was in getting them to stop.
Alexi was always polite and accommodating, but she answered every question with a minimum of information, or, she engineered a clever shift in the conversation. She was an enigma, nearly impossible to read. Blayne found her lack of expression and emotion both intriguing and enormously frustrating. And she couldn’t stop thinking about that moment when Alexi had touched her lips, and then licked the cream off her thumb. Damn, that was sexy.
As they left Milwaukee, after collecting the documents from Ray, Blayne wondered briefly whether she’d made the right decision in sticking with Alexi. You’ll just be getting farther and farther from Chicago from now on. It will be harder to find out what happened to Claud. She’d been too tired the night before to make a run for it, but had been sorely tempted that morning. Tempted enough to search Alexi’s clothes for the keys to the Prizm while she was in the shower. But also content enough to stay when she realized they were not to be found. Took them in the shower with you, did you? Well, I guess I can’t say that I blame you.
Blayne made several more attempts to engage Alexi in conversation as they drove along the shore of Lake Michigan. They passed into Michigan’s Upper Peninsula at Menominee, and continued to hug the shoreline, moving northeast on M-35. There was sparse traffic on the two-lane and the sky was a brilliant blue, and with the sun sparkling off the big lake like diamonds, the drive was not at all unpleasant.
“You know, I grew up pretty close to here,” Blayne said. “Ishpeming. It’s not very big. Just a couple of hours north.”
“Did you like growing up in a small town?”
“Yes, very much. Knowing everyone, and everyone knowing you. It was great.” Blayne fell silent for a long while, casting her mind back. “I suppose it’s too close to Chicago and too traceable to think that I might be safe moving back there.”
“I am afraid so.”
“Figured. It’s not like I have a lot of friends back there now anyway. Most of the kids I went to high school with moved away, like I did. But at least it’s familiar.”
Her memories of home, and their proximity to it, made Blayne nostalgic for the carefree days of her youth. Since she was having no luck getting Alexi to talk about herself, she gave up that effort for the time being and decided to try to distract herself with one of the paperbacks she had bought. But it was hard to concentrate. She would scan a page or two, then stare out of the window and immediately forget what she had read.
Watching sadness sweep over Blayne’s face as they rode along, Alexi decided that some cheering up was in order. “What are you reading, might I ask?”
“Broken Prey,” Blayne answered. “John Sandford. Know him? He writes suspense-thrillers.”
“You haven’t had enough of that in your own life?” Alexi asked drolly.
That got the smile she was hoping for.
“Touché,” Blayne
said.
They pulled into Saint Ignace, the tourist-driven town on the north side of the Mackinac Bridge, just after 8 p.m. and found a motel room overlooking the water.
“I saw a steak and seafood place coming into town,” Alexi offered after they had unpacked their few belongings. “Interested in some supper?”
“Don’t have to ask me twice.”
*
La Famiglia was a well-appointed, intimate restaurant with subdued lighting and soft jazz and a wall of windows overlooking the Straits of Mackinac, which gave every table a spectacular view. There was a full moon, and it reflected huge and silver off the water, and the lights on the Mackinac Bridge twinkled in the distance.
Alexi regretted her choice of establishments immediately. It was exactly the sort of place she would normally bring a woman if she wanted to bed her later. And that was certainly not the case tonight. She was already attracted to Blayne, and this would do nothing to stem those feelings. But it was too late for a change of venue so she just had to be careful not to let to let her interest in Blayne show in any way. Which shouldn’t be too difficult. She was accomplished at hiding her feelings.
The hostess seated them in a private corner by the window, a cozy table for two, and a short while later Alexi was feasting on fresh grilled whitefish while Blayne dug into a medium-rare filet mignon.
Blayne sighed at the irony. Here she was, enjoying dinner in the most romantic restaurant she’d been in, in several months. Sharing a bottle of wine with a beautiful, charming woman who impressed and intrigued her to no end. No one should look that good by candlelight. But things were not as they appeared. There was certainly no romance involved here. Damn shame she’s not the least bit interested. Has hardly looked at me and hasn’t even commented once on what a nice place this is.
Blayne was a bit of a lightweight when it came to alcohol. She usually didn’t have more than one or two drinks when she went out. But she desperately needed to unwind tonight, so she ignored her usual limits. After all, she reasoned, she’d been through hell, was running for her life, and her future was as uncertain as it could possibly be. She still didn’t know what had happened to Claudia, she had no job and no home, and now her hormones were getting all stirred up over someone who probably wasn’t even gay. If that wasn’t enough reason to knock back a few, what is?
They were seated perpendicular to each other at the small square table, Alexi to her left, and as they made small talk Blayne found herself leaning closer than strangers should. Alexi said something about taking another shopping excursion in the morning before heading into Canada, but Blayne barely registered what she was saying. A seductive sax riff was playing in the background and the wine was loosening her inhibitions. She couldn’t stop staring at Alexi’s lips, wondering how soft they would feel against her own.
Halfway through her fourth glass of wine, after they had been silent for a while, Blayne decided it was time to find out a little more about the enigmatic Alexi Nikolos. She had to say something, anything, because if she didn’t, she just might have to give in to a growing impulse to kiss her.
“So, do you bring all your witnesses to such romantic restaurants?”
It had not escaped Alexi’s notice that Blayne had been looking at her lips for the last half-hour or so, staring more overtly with each glass of wine consumed. She had been aware of it because she had been stealing frequent glances herself, more surreptitiously, of course, of Blayne’s smile, her delicate hands, and the curve of her breasts, which were far too tantalizingly outlined by the form-fitting green turtleneck not to be noticed.
But the question still caught Alexi off guard with its bluntness. She looked around as if noticing the surroundings for the first time. “It was not a conscious choice. Does it make you uncomfortable?”
“Uncomfortable is certainly not the word I would use.” Blayne’s response was filled with innuendo, said with an inflection that begged Alexi to ask what word she would use, but she did not rise to the bait.
“I chose it because it had more cars in the parking lot than any of the other places,” she said. “Which is usually a pretty reliable way to go when you are in a strange town.”
Blayne’s face registered disappointment at the prosaic answer, but Alexi pretended not to notice. She sipped her Lambrusco with no change in expression. She was on her third glass, but she had been raised on wine, and it had little effect on her. A damn good thing because she needed to be in total control right now.
I swear she’s flirting with me. Isn’t she? Oh, this was not good. Not good at all.
“Tell me about yourself,” Blayne requested. She was getting a bit too inebriated to notice that with each question, she was leaning closer to Alexi.
“What do you wish to know?” Alexi said it casually, but inside, she dreaded what was coming. She kept her eyes trained on the water outside.
“Anything.” Blayne leaned forward a little more. “Everything. ”
“You have to be more specific. Tell me what it is you would like to know and I will choose whether I will answer.” Alexi tried not to squirm, but she could feel Blayne was staring at her. She hoped that Blayne hadn’t picked up on her attraction.
“Are you married?”
Uh oh. “No, I am not.”
“Seeing anyone seriously?”
“No.” I don’t like where this is going.
“So…what type of person are you attracted to?”
Shit. How do I answer this? I’m attracted to thirty-year-old feisty redheads at the moment, apparently.
Blayne’s voice had gotten nearer with each question. They were breathing the same air.
Alexi didn’t dare look her way, afraid that Blayne might see something in her eyes. “I do not have a ‘type’. It depends on the individual.”
“You sure don’t volunteer much about yourself, do you?”
Alexi leaned back in her chair to put more distance between them. Casually swirling the burgundy contents of the glass she held loosely in one hand, she glanced at Blayne. “Only when it is necessary and appropriate.”
“Well, I would deem it very necessary on this occasion.” Blayne licked her lips, and Alexi found the gesture entirely too provocative. “After all, the more I get to know you, the easier I can trust you.”
“I am private by nature. I assure you, I am well qualified to protect you and dedicated to my responsibilities.”
Blayne swayed slightly as she leaned in toward Alexi several more inches. “Well, maybe this occasion needs to be both necessary and appropriate, then. So when it is appropriate for you to open up to someone about yourself? Hmmm?”
Alexi considered her answer. The truth was, she really never opened up to anyone completely, outside of her immediate family. Never divulged the most innermost parts of herself to either friend or lover.
She glanced at Blayne again and was surprised by the intensity of her gaze. Alexi remained outwardly relaxed, but it was only with deliberate, conscious effort. The one sign of her discomfort at Blayne’s insistent attention was her occasional tendency to run one hand through her hair. It was a gesture Alexi would have immediately recognized in someone else, a sign of attraction, but she failed to accept its significance when she did it herself.
“It is appropriate when I am connecting to someone on a personal level and not a professional one. When I intend to establish a long term relationship of some kind.” Blayne felt a hollow pang of disappointment in her chest at Alexi’s clear and rigid delineation at what their relationship was to be. Or, more accurately put, what our necessary association is to be. But she was still not entirely deterred from her efforts to get to know Alexi better, because she had noticed that Alexi never made any reference to dating men. It depends on the individual, does it? That’s carefully evasive about which way you swing. So perhaps all was not lost yet. She finished glass number four and reached for the bottle to pour herself some more. It was empty. “Damn.”
“Perhaps you have had enough for t
his evening. We should get some rest so we can get an early start.” Alexi reached for the check.
“No,” Blayne put her hand on Alexi’s arm to stop her. “Please. Not yet. Just a little longer. One more glass.” She was adorable in the candlelight, her face shining in her slight intoxication, her lower lip extended in an exaggerated pout.
“All right. One more.” Alexi hailed the waiter and ordered a glass of wine for Blayne and coffee for herself.
Blayne was staring at her again. She could see it in her peripheral vision, and she wasn’t sure what in the hell she should do about it except to try to keep from fidgeting under that intense scrutiny.
Blayne’s insistent attention was extremely disquieting, and the look in her eyes said I want you. But did it mean Blayne was gay? Perhaps it was just the alcohol. Or maybe Blayne was lonely and confused, and this was just her way of distracting herself during this extreme time of high emotions.
Sometimes near-death experiences themselves could trigger unexpected things in the body. Alexi herself had, on occasion, felt herself unexpectedly aroused when her body was pumping with adrenalin on the job. But it really didn’t matter why Blayne was flirting so outrageously with her. Or that she was very tempted to flirt back. She had to act completely oblivious to what was going on, though she could very well read the clear body language. Under no circumstances could she allow herself to become involved with a witness again. Period. That was that.
“You are a very appealing woman, Alexi.” Blayne placed her hand on Alexi’s arm again.
Her mind worked to come up with a way to crack Alexi’s implacable cool exterior. She could sense a fire raging beneath the surface, a passionate nature barely contained. Maybe it was just wishful thinking. But she was becoming increasingly frustrated by her inability to get any kind of any emotional response from Alexi or even an acknowledgement of what she was really getting at.
She took another sip of wine. “Mysterious. Evasive. Elusive. You know, I happen to find all of those traits extremely compelling.”
“Perhaps that’s because you have had too much to drink,” Alexi replied. What an insane and impossible situation. This gorgeous woman is practically throwing herself at me and I cannot do what I want to do. Damn it all.