"Yes, it was, and yet I still keep her in the garage." He chuckles, that mischievous grin having a hard time leaving his lips. "Don't be jealous of your older sister--if it's any consolation, if you were both in danger and I had to save one, I'd pick you. But don't tell her that, she'll get upset and stall on us." It was actually the car's original owner who named her, but Richard found it fit very well, indeed.
If she goes anywhere near that car as a matter of vengeance he's going to have an aneurism and strangle her. So, you know, clearly it would be an effective strategy.
He noticed that in the car, or at least caught a hint of it through the bliss that comes with touching her. No doubt he's looking forward to seeing her tonight. Hell, he's probably already seeing it now, those eyes of his could burn a hole straight through her clothes.
At her threat, Richard smothers a grin of his own and gives her a look of pure-as-the-day-he-was-born innocence, his eyes big and his brow furrowed in honest confusion. "What behavior is that, Salome? I'm only enjoying my steak. Besides, you're the one with your feet up." He smiles, reaching forward under the table to squeeze her knee. "I have no idea what you're talking about. I'm behaving perfectly well."
Glass lifted to his lips, he once again assumes that innocent look, about the same time there's another, pained little 'moo'. Off behind Salome's head at the other side of the restaurant, their waitress waves until Richard spares her a glance without turning his head and indicates ten minutes with her fingers. He nods imperceptibly as soon as he can without drawing Salome's suspicion, and the woman vanishes back into the kitchen.
With the greatest nonchalance imaginable, Richard removes his cell phone from his pocket and gives a little hum as he glances down to it, then sets it aside on the edge of the table as if to ignore it properly.
You see? He's behaving so well he won't even answer the text message or whatever it was he just allegedly received, too busy focusing on his daughter. And his mooing noises.
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Date: 2012-08-12 10:28 pm (UTC)If she goes anywhere near that car as a matter of vengeance he's going to have an aneurism and strangle her. So, you know, clearly it would be an effective strategy.
He noticed that in the car, or at least caught a hint of it through the bliss that comes with touching her. No doubt he's looking forward to seeing her tonight. Hell, he's probably already seeing it now, those eyes of his could burn a hole straight through her clothes.
At her threat, Richard smothers a grin of his own and gives her a look of pure-as-the-day-he-was-born innocence, his eyes big and his brow furrowed in honest confusion. "What behavior is that, Salome? I'm only enjoying my steak. Besides, you're the one with your feet up." He smiles, reaching forward under the table to squeeze her knee. "I have no idea what you're talking about. I'm behaving perfectly well."
Glass lifted to his lips, he once again assumes that innocent look, about the same time there's another, pained little 'moo'. Off behind Salome's head at the other side of the restaurant, their waitress waves until Richard spares her a glance without turning his head and indicates ten minutes with her fingers. He nods imperceptibly as soon as he can without drawing Salome's suspicion, and the woman vanishes back into the kitchen.
With the greatest nonchalance imaginable, Richard removes his cell phone from his pocket and gives a little hum as he glances down to it, then sets it aside on the edge of the table as if to ignore it properly.
You see? He's behaving so well he won't even answer the text message or whatever it was he just allegedly received, too busy focusing on his daughter. And his mooing noises.