Even in the dark he could see the bewildered pain, mingled with longing in her eyes. His control slipped, and he took a step into the circle toward her. “Phoebe—”
The door opened suddenly, and a moment later the place was flooded with light. The shadows fled, leaving the questions dancing in the air with the dust motes.
“I came to log in a load of booze,” Chet said from the doorway.
For a moment longer Phoebe stared at Jake, then she turned from him and said, “I’m glad it came. I was worried we’d run out tonight.”
“No fears,” Chet said cheerfully.
She hesitated, then looked at Jake, her eyes showing only friendly interest. “Have you seen enough, Curious Jake?”
“No.” He stared back. “I’d like to see more.” And understand everything.
“Come on then.” She turned and walked away from him
