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really. Maybe she had misjudged him.

Her eyes followed his movements behind the bar and slowly rose to his face... his hair... his shoulders... his hands.

Stop it! He was her boss!

"Come on Sal, I think Ruth wants to close," Fay called to her as Pat and Sal fell about laughing a few stools further away from them.

"Ahh, just one more Sambuca," Sal pleaded.

"No Sal," she glanced at Ruth who was looking tired and ready for bed. "Take no notice of her Ruth; we can't possibly drink any more anyway."

"Speak for yourself. We could always go down town. How about it girls?" Sal piped up.

"God no! I'm going home to bed," Fay said, looking at Sal in disbelief.

"Come on, I'll go with you Sal," Pat offered.

"Way hay!" Sal cheered, throwing her arms around Pat.

Adam stood up then and put his arm on Fay's shoulder. "Come on, I'd better be getting you home."

Fay frowned at him. "Where do you live anyway?"

"Not far from the Krista crossroads."

"Well then it's out of your way, look I'll be fine. I'll walk down with the girls and then I haven't got far to go from there," she replied.

"Oh no you don't, I'm getting you home safely. I'm not having any more hiccups today!" he said firmly.

"Adam, it's really not necessary."

"No arguing!" he insisted.

She sighed. "Okay, thanks."

That was sweet of him. Or was it? Maybe he had an ulterior motive.

She turned to Sal and Pat then who were finishing off their drinks. "Come on you two, we'll walk down with you." She said goodbye to Ruth and got up to leave.

"Hey, have you changed your mind then? Are you coming with us after all?" Sal smiled.

Fay opened the door but stopped and looked over her shoulder at Sal. "No Sal, I just want to get to bed now." Adam couldn't help but smiling at the mention of the word 'bed' as an image popped into his head of climbing into bed with her and peeling off every item of her clothing. He followed her out of the door and focused his eyes on her behind in the tight, black trousers.

"I'll help you get to bed," he mumbled under his breath.

She turned with a frown and her eyes narrowed at him. "You'd better behave yourself Adam Ford!"

"Yes Mam." He answered, putting his hands inches from her behind as she turned around. Sal giggled and Fay swung her head back around, at which point Adam dropped his hands and looked at her innocently.

They strolled towards the town with Sal and Pat in front chatting away, and Fay and Adam behind. When the fresh air hit her she began to feel the effects of the alcohol more and she was glad that they had left when they did. As they walked Adam's hand moved to the back of her neck to stroke the skin there. Then his fingers were in her hair, then on the skin of her shoulder. Her body started to tingle and she tried to move away a couple of times but he simply pulled her back towards him.

Heaven help her! She wished she had drunk less Sambuca then. Focus Fay, focus!

Then his hand became bolder and ran from her shoulder, past her arm to the side of her body.

"Adam." There was a warning in her voice.

He laughed and moved his hand back to her shoulder.

That wasn't much better. She wished he'd keep his hands still. Sexy hands. What was she thinking? Oh but they were. No! She shouldn't put 'Adam' and 'sexy' in the same sentence for goodness sake! It was just the alcohol that was making her think like that anyway.

Before long they had reached the centre of the town where they said goodnight to Pat and Sal, and then continued on to Fay's apartment.

"So do I get a coffee tonight then Fay?" Adam asked.

"Hmm, not the most original line. The problem is what usually goes with the coffee," she replied suspiciously.

"Why Fay Thompson, I don't know what's running through that naughty, little mind of yours but I only was only thinking of a hot drink!" he teased.

"Like hell you were!" she replied.

Outside her apartment they stopped and she moved away from his arm to face him.

"Well thanks for walking me home."

"It's my pleasure Fay."

"Night then," she said casually as she turned to walk away.

"Fay wait." He reached out and caught her hand gently.

"Adam?" The warning was back in her voice. He took her other hand then and they stood in front of each other, with his smoldering eyes searching her wary ones.

"What are we doing?" she asked after a few minutes of silence.

"I just want to remember what you look like," he smiled warmly.

"Adam, I'm going to see you tomorrow. Surely you can't have that short a memory!"

He laughed. "No, I meant what you look like at this moment."

He was looking at her like that again. It made her want to run away, and not run away at the same time.

Hell, he didn't want to let her go. What was wrong with him?

He struggled to think of a way to prolong the moment but eventually gave up and leant forward to whisper into her ear,

"Sweet dreams Fay." Then he turned his head, kissed her on the cheek and walked away.


Chapter 12

"Adam! What the hell do you mean you're in jail? Why?" Fay asked in shock.

"I can't tell you now, but I do need a lift. I've got no money on me or anything, sorry to have to ask you," he replied.

"Are you in town?"

"No, Neapoli."

"Neapoli! My God, what have you done to be taken there? Never mind, I'll come right away," she said, slamming down the reciever.

It took Fay about fifteen minutes to get to Neapoli and she was surprised to see Adam standing, waiting for her at the side of the highway outside the jail. She pulled the car up, turned it around and then let him in.

"So what's this all about?" she asked immediately. She turned to look at him then but recoiled at what she saw and her mouth fell open in shock. "Adam, what happened to you?" His face was black and blue with bruises.

"Let's go, I'll tell you on the way," he said abruptly, feeling such humiliation at having her see him that way. He looked livid with anger and sat glaring straight ahead out of the window.

"Adam, are you okay? Who did this to you?" she asked with concern.

"Can we just go," he grated, irrationally taking his frustrations and humiliation out on her. She looked at him quizzically, started the engine and drove off back up the highway.

She left it for about five minutes but then she began to get slightly annoyed at the silence and his reluctance to tell her what had happened. She had driven out all this way in the early hours of the morning after all. She deserved an explanation.

"Are you going to tell me what happened to you or not?" she said suddenly.

He continued to glare out of the window. "Some police came to my house to arrest me. I couldn't understand all they said but it had something to do with that homicidal maniac that jumped onto our car roof today."

"What!" she said in disbelief, "didn't you explain to them what he did?"

"They weren't much in the mood for explanations," he replied bitterly.

"Are you telling me that the police did that to you?" she asked in disbelief.

"Well, apparently I resisted arrest. Here turn left," he said, directing her.

"So it was that man at the cave who got the police to arrest you?" she pushed.

"Left again and it's at the bottom of the road. Seems like it."

She pulled up outside his house, turned the engine off and faced him with an anxious look.

"Adam, what the bloody hell is going on?"

He replied with a cutting tone. "You keep asking me that and I've already told you I don't bloody well know!"

He got out of the car suddenly and strode to his front door. At that moment she saw red, stormed over to his house and followed him in, shouting after him.

"Now wait just a bloody minute, I've just come out in the middle of the night to pick you up from jail. How dare you speak to me like that!"

He went into the kitchen and reached on top of the fridge for a bottle of whiskey, from which he poured himself a drink and slammed the bottle down on the counter top.

"Hey I didn't want to phone you, I had no other way of getting home!" he shouted at her.

Her voice rose to match his as she replied sarcastically, "Gee, well thanks Fay for the help. Don't mention it Adam!" She could see the fury rising in his face but she didn't care, she was just as furious. He turned his back to her and went into the freezer to get some ice for his face. "Adam! So you're just going to ignore me then?" Silence. She grabbed a handful of his shirt arm and pulled to get his attention.

"Don't push me Fay," he warned.

"Or you'll do what?" she challenged. His eyes flashed to her lips then and her eyes widened in shock. She suddenly let go of his arm, pushing it roughly away but she regretted it immediately. His control snapped and he grabbed her by the arms, turning her around and pinning her against the