She heard heavy footsteps descending the stairs. A man clad in boots. The footsteps halted at the bottom of the stairs and her body came to life, tingling with fire. Slane. She knew without a doubt that it was him. It was unnerving the way her body instantly reacted to him. And she was just thinking about him; she hadn’t even seen him! The footsteps drew closer and she heard the scrape of a chair on the floor. “You shouldn’t be down here alone.” A smile stretched across her face. It was Slane all right. “You’re here,” she couldn’t help but goad. And Slane fell right into her trap. “I wasn’t a few moments ago,” he said, his stern voice faltering a little as she parroted the words right along with him. Taylor chuckled, opening her eyes to look at him. “You’re so predictable.” Slane stared quietly at her for a long moment, and she waited for a tirade. Instead, Slane sighed and sat back in the chair. “Do you know me so well?” he wondered. “How is it possible, when I know nothing of you?”
