Lady be Good by Greene Jennifer

Author:Greene, Jennifer
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2014-03-14T00:00:00+00:00

Six

We can't be locked in!"

"We are. Both shower doors, the main door to the pool . . ." Clay pushed back his wet hair. "My best guess is that someone discovered the lights were off and figured we'd gone home." He disappeared behind an open door.

Clutching the towel around her wet body, Liz followed him. The open door led to a pool closet, not too helpfully supplied with skimmers, vacuums and chlorine filters.

"I don't believe this." Clay stalked back out and past her, staring up at the one wall with windows. The windows were about nine feet up. They also looked locked.

Liz's gaze skimmed the room. Neither benches nor tile floors had much potential for a bed, and beyond her wet tank suit—now lying in a puddle on the floor—the towel was her only available covering. Both of their dry clothes were locked in the shower room. So was her purse and car keys . . . everything. "Have you any idea what time the Y opens in the morning?" she asked wryly.

"Honey, you won't care. You'll be home safe and snug in a bed."

"But how—"

"I've picked a lock or two in my time. I'll get you out— Don't put that on," he said abruptly, when he saw her picking up her wet tank suit. "Bare will be bad enough—it's colder than a stone outside—but bare and wet would be the same as begging for pneumonia."

Her eyes met his. Moments ago, bare with Clay had possessed some very special implications. Now his tone was so bland he could have been discussing the weather. Was he asking her to be a good girl and pretend it never happened?

"How are we leaving?" she asked politely.

"Through the windows."

"Did I miss seeing a pair of stilts in the pool closets? Come on, Clay. There's no way to reach those windows."

He flashed a lazy grin. "All my life, people have told me 'no way.' That's my favorite game in town."

No, she thought fleetingly, your favorite game in town is running hard and fast when people come too close.

Just like old times, a little trouble got him off the emotional hook. Obviously it wasn't the time to mull through his feelings or her own, but he didn't have to relish their situation. Any sane man would have felt a little stress at being locked in. Clay was enjoying it.

Liz told herself she wasn't really feeling hurt. Wet, cold, tired women had a right to feel irritable. Besides, his plan was bananas.

Clay had meanwhile found some kind of long-handled hook that unlocked the windows. Now he expected her to climb up to his shoulders, stand, and crawl out the narrow opening. Furthermore, he never asked her permission before hauling her up on his shoulders, and it was exactly then that she balked.

"Look, I can't."

"Yes, you can."

"I'm too heavy to stand on your shoulders. The window space is too small. It's too high—"

"The only reason you're dithering is because you think I'm going to see something. I've seen it all before, sunshine, and nobody's looking, anyway.

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