but shouldn’t you be saving it for someone more...appreciative...’
His eyebrows rose as he released her.
‘Much more appreciation and they’d have been hauling us up for indecency,’ Liam drawled back.
‘Indecency...’ Samantha shot him a fiercely indignant look, preparing to do battle, and then stopped, her face flushing as she saw the brief, oh so wryly explicit look he was giving her body.
There was no need of course for her to look down at her T-shirt-clad breasts to see just how tautly erect her nipples now were. She could feel it...them.
‘That’s just—’ she began defensively.
Liam stopped her, shaking his head as he told her dryly, ‘You don’t need to tell me what it is, hon,’ he drawled. ‘In fact—’
‘They’ll be calling my flight,’ Samantha told him, desperate to escape.
She knew her face must be flushed because her body felt hot. Her mind was burning with questions and her instinctive need was simply to escape just as fast as she could, to avoid any kind of confrontation. Not with Liam, no, it was herself she didn’t feel able to confront, her own inexplicable behaviour and reactions. Grabbing hold of the trolley, she started to walk away from Liam as quickly as she could, refusing to give in to the temptation to turn round and see what he was doing—how he was looking.
* * *
T HE GIRL AT the check-in desk gave her a calmly professional smile as she checked her travel documents and indicated that Samantha was to put her luggage on the conveyor.
Samantha could feel a prickling sensation running jarringly up and down her spine. She just knew that Liam was still there watching her. Unable to stop herself, she turned round, her mouth opening in a small O of disbelief when she couldn’t see him. He had gone already. Aggrieved she double-checked the area where she had left him, muttering beneath her breath as she did so, ‘Well, thanks very much...’
It was typical of him, of course, to behave in such an outrageously high-handed manner and then simply walk away without any explanation. No doubt if she had asked him for one he would have responded with something unflattering.
The check-in girl was indicating that she was to go through to the departure area. Briefly Samantha hesitated but there was still no sign of Liam. No doubt he was far more interested in meeting this new PR person than he was in seeing her off.
A little forlornly Samantha went through into the departure lounge.
* * *
F ROM HIS VANTAGE point, well away from the busy main concourse, Liam watched as Samantha set off on her journey. Kissing her like that had been a mistake and mistakes were something that Liam did not normally allow himself to make. It wasn’t good policy for an ambitious young politician. Ambitious...young... Liam gave a semi self-derisory little smile.
Young he most certainly no longer was—and as for ambitious? Recently he had become increasingly aware that he had absorbed much more from working with Samantha’s father than the mere mechanics, the bare bones of what the governorship of their small state actually involved.
Stephen Miller was a true philanthropist. Someone who genuinely wanted to improve the lot of his fellow men, to raise their expectations of life and their belief in themselves in ways both temporal and secular. A rapport had developed between them which had touched upon the sensitive and idealistic side of Liam’s nature, the Celtic inheritance which believed so strongly in the right of the human race to stand proud and free.
His ambitions now no longer centred on Washington or the personal goal of high office. In stepping into Stephen Miller’s shoes, he would be granted a unique opportunity to build on foundations so secure and true that ultimately they could support a society as near to perfection as man with his inherently flawed nature could ever get. Their health care programme, their record for supporting the more needy, especially the elderly, was already
His eyebrows rose as he released her.
‘Much more appreciation and they’d have been hauling us up for indecency,’ Liam drawled back.
‘Indecency...’ Samantha shot him a fiercely indignant look, preparing to do battle, and then stopped, her face flushing as she saw the brief, oh so wryly explicit look he was giving her body.
There was no need of course for her to look down at her T-shirt-clad breasts to see just how tautly erect her nipples now were. She could feel it...them.
‘That’s just—’ she began defensively.
Liam stopped her, shaking his head as he told her dryly, ‘You don’t need to tell me what it is, hon,’ he drawled. ‘In fact—’
‘They’ll be calling my flight,’ Samantha told him, desperate to escape.
She knew her face must be flushed because her body felt hot. Her mind was burning with questions and her instinctive need was simply to escape just as fast as she could, to avoid any kind of confrontation. Not with Liam, no, it was herself she didn’t feel able to confront, her own inexplicable behaviour and reactions. Grabbing hold of the trolley, she started to walk away from Liam as quickly as she could, refusing to give in to the temptation to turn round and see what he was doing—how he was looking.
* * *
T HE GIRL AT the check-in desk gave her a calmly professional smile as she checked her travel documents and indicated that Samantha was to put her luggage on the conveyor.
Samantha could feel a prickling sensation running jarringly up and down her spine. She just knew that Liam was still there watching her. Unable to stop herself, she turned round, her mouth opening in a small O of disbelief when she couldn’t see him. He had gone already. Aggrieved she double-checked the area where she had left him, muttering beneath her breath as she did so, ‘Well, thanks very much...’
It was typical of him, of course, to behave in such an outrageously high-handed manner and then simply walk away without any explanation. No doubt if she had asked him for one he would have responded with something unflattering.
The check-in girl was indicating that she was to go through to the departure area. Briefly Samantha hesitated but there was still no sign of Liam. No doubt he was far more interested in meeting this new PR person than he was in seeing her off.
A little forlornly Samantha went through into the departure lounge.
* * *
F ROM HIS VANTAGE point, well away from the busy main concourse, Liam watched as Samantha set off on her journey. Kissing her like that had been a mistake and mistakes were something that Liam did not normally allow himself to make. It wasn’t good policy for an ambitious young politician. Ambitious...young... Liam gave a semi self-derisory little smile.
Young he most certainly no longer was—and as for ambitious? Recently he had become increasingly aware that he had absorbed much more from working with Samantha’s father than the mere mechanics, the bare bones of what the governorship of their small state actually involved.
Stephen Miller was a true philanthropist. Someone who genuinely wanted to improve the lot of his fellow men, to raise their expectations of life and their belief in themselves in ways both temporal and secular. A rapport had developed between them which had touched upon the sensitive and idealistic side of Liam’s nature, the Celtic inheritance which believed so strongly in the right of the human race to stand proud and free.
His ambitions now no longer centred on Washington or the personal goal of high office. In stepping into Stephen Miller’s shoes, he would be granted a unique opportunity to build on foundations so secure and true that ultimately they could support a society as near to perfection as man with his inherently flawed nature could ever get. Their health care programme, their record for supporting the more needy, especially the elderly, was already
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