Because I had to get out of town, well out. I'd lived in the D.C. area since I was seven, gone to school there, worked there, too many people knew me....Sooner or later I'd run into one on the street, and then all the fake ID and modified photos and fingerprints in the world wouldn't protect me. Spook could control systems but not people.Meantime, my legs were aching again and I was thoroughly sick of biking. I decided I was ready to rejoin civilization.At one point the trail passed right by a. He still held her in the afterglow of sex. His dick lay soft nestled between Benin's legs. She still felt stung and alive from his frantic kissing of her body."Yes?" she asked, nervously. The only thing she could think of was that he'd decided to leave her. Nothing else, she thought, could be as grave a news as that."Jana... she..." Go on," she urged."Jana's pregnant!" He told her hastily. Perhaps he expected a slap on the face or a knee in his vulnerable groin? Secretly he shifted his legs. I found myself no longer caring if his effect on me was physically evident. He leaned in toward me, and I felt our lips brush. ‘What do you want, Clara?’ You, I thought. I want you to touch me. I want you to take this dress off and feel my skin. I want your lips all over my body, exploring every inch of me. I want you to do whatever you want with me. I closed my eyes, and murmured back, ‘I want you to kiss me.’ … Nothing. ‘Please?’ I whispered against his mouth. ‘… Sir?’ And with that, our lips. First, the mad dash halfway around the world, then Angel getting Brenda and Cinnamon into the condo, then Brenda and Angel going off the roof. I thought I’d healed when we took Dag’s ashes to Deception Point but then we still had to deal with Angel’s service.Cinnamon and I talked for a long time after we got our eyes dry this morning. It was comforting to focus on business and get an employment agreement signed. She’d been working for me for three weeks and we’d only been in the office together.