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As Martin prepared coffee, Claudia went through into the sitting room. He heard her turn on the TV, and then came the creak of the antiquated couch as her weight settled on it. The Channel Thirteen News came on just as he walked in with the cups, and she grinned up at him sleepily. "Tired as I am, I'm not going to wait until tomorrow to ravish you, Mr. Grey." She chuckled. "What do you say we watch TV for a while then go to bed?"
"Going to bed is always a pleasure with you, Ms. Mackenzie." He grinned, sat beside her, and squeezed her knee. *
She drew up her skirt. Closing her hand about his, she slid it slowly up her thigh until it passed under the hem. A little further and Martin's fingers were pressing her panties against her pussy. "Maybe we should forget the TV?" she whispered, feeling the increasing warmth inside. The tiredness slipped away as the adrenaline began to flow through her bloodstream.
His handsome face began to flush, and she smiled with a trace of wickedness. Marty had been approachable but so reserved when they first met. Getting him into her bed that night back in New York had been a minor triumph. But now he was slipping his arm around her waist, his lips meeting hers, fingers pressing up against her mound. That flush was no sign of embarrassment--but of love and ardor.
A wave of warmth flowed through her, and she grew very moist, a fact not missed by Marty. Pressing her back on the sofa, he deftly hooked the crotch of her panties and tugged it aside, allowing his fingers free rein over her sex. She shivered and kissed him deeply as his fingertips ran slowly up and down her pussy lips in just the way she'd taught him she liked best. Pulling up the hem of his sweatshirt, she slid her hands underneath and stroked his warm skin, working her way upwards as she kissed him, feeling his muscles rippling under her touch. Lying back, she spread her legs in invitation, and he moved up and over and between her thighs, his comforting weight settling upon her. Martin stroked the hair from her face and gazed into her eyes, his expression tender. "I love you, Claudia Mackenzie."
"I love you, Martin Grey," she whispered, and kissed him.
Their kiss went on a long, long time, the world spinning away until a muscle in her back began to protest. Sighing, she pushed up against him, gently making him yield until she could sit up. Cupping his face in her hands she gazed at him. "I think this'd be better pursued in the bedroom."
He got up and held out his hand. Teasing, she feigned limpness, loving the surge of strength from him when he pulled her upright and over his shoulder in a clean lift. Kicking her legs and beating her hands on his back just enough to make a point, she allowed Martin to carry her, screaming softly, into the bedroom.
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Kate and the others found themselves in a narrow, hanging valley overlooking a steep slope. A hundred feet or so down was a tiny cove. The headlands enclosed the quiet water, shaded from pearl white where foam slopped against the rocky shore to a rich blue in the center. A white fishing boat with a blood-red strake rocked slowly at anchor there. There was no sign of life aboard.
Matt looked around then at Byrne. “Where’s this barrow?” he asked eagerly.
Byrne was staring hard at the boat with a peculiar intense expression, her pale cheeks colored with small spots of red. When Matt spoke she tore her gaze away. “What?”
“Where’s the barrow?” he asked again.
She pointed at a thicket of small wind shaped trees and brush on the eastern side of the valley. “It’s the other side of that,” she said.
Matt looked at it. “It doesn’t look like anyone’s been that way for years!”
“What did you expect, young feller; one of your six lane blacktops?” Byrne said sharply, thrusting her hands into her coat pockets. “Of course no one’s passed that way for years! Thirty years, in fact.” A look, almost of pain, crossed her face. “I was the last one to come out of there from the hollow the other side. Your grandfather was the first to go in.”
“What happened to him?” Kate demanded, glancing from the fissure to Byrne.
For some reason the woman blushed, an odd sight on her face. “I really don’t know. We went in there -- and he never came out.” She shook her head. “It’s beyond me, but maybe you’ll find an explanation.”
“Will you be coming with us this time?” Kate asked, and Matt looked at the woman. Byrne shook her head. Almost as if it was pre-arranged, a cloud covered the sun, and Kate shivered in the sudden coolness. “I’ll not go in there again,” she said softly. “I’ve paid my due.”
Kate stepped closer and gave her a long steady look. Byrne averted her eyes. “There’s something more, isn’t there?” Kate said. “Something you’re not telling us.”
The older woman glanced at the boat, then at her. “Okay, I wasn’t alone when I came back. Someone else came with me, but it wasn’t your grandfather.”
“What do you mean came back?”
“If you go in, you’ll see. I’m saying no more.” With that she turned on her heel and walked back to the car.
Matt looked at Kate, and she shrugged. “I’ve not come all this way for nothing. If there’s a clue to my grandfather’s disappearance in there, then I want to find it. A little bit o’ scrub and her attitude isn’t going to stop me!”
“Would you mind if I lead the way?” Matt asked.
Surprised at the fact he asked her at all, Kate nodded and waved for him to precede her.
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