With Deadly Intent (33 page)

Salgado looked at the ceiling. “Oh, God, not another Prescott to heckle me.”

When Amy and Simon got back to his condominium, Simon slipped a Glen Miller tape into the
stereo and they settled themselves on the couch.

After a few minutes, he reached over and took her hand. “We're both stubborn as a couple
of mules. And we've certainly got a helluva lot to learn about team play.” He turned to
look at her with a fierce intensity. “Do you think we could make a go of it?”

“Maybe...” She burrowed her back into the couch cushions. Was she ready to commit to a
serious relationship? She chewed the edge of her lip. She had hoped going to bed with
him might unscramble her feelings. Foolish of her, when had sex ever cleared up
anything?

“Amy?” His voice had a slight edge.

She lifted his hand and pressed her lips against his palm. “Let's learn to be friends,
Simon. True friends who understand and trust one another.”

He searched her face. After a long moment, the lines at the corners of his mouth relaxed.
“You're probably right, considering our dismal track record.” With a mischievous grin,
he hoisted her onto his lap and nuzzled her neck. “When do we begin?” She laughed and
disentangled herself. “I think we'd better consult the dictionary first.”