Sarah had worked herself into a fine state of righteous outrage when she sensed rather than heard a movement behind her. She swung round on her heel only to be confronted with a tall, dark figure, menacingly close.
It took just a second for her to recognize him, but it was the longest second of her life. Visions of butcher knives and Diana Walter's throat danced before her eyes. And when she did recognize him, it did not make her feel all that much better. "Dammit, Ryan." Sarah's voice sounded weak and breathless. "One of these days you will scare me into a faint."
He grinned, teeth very white in the semi-darkness. "You did not think we were done for the night, did you?"
Oh, God. "Um.." Sarah said weakly, "I kind of hoped we were."
He chuckled. "It is not that late. I thought maybe y
