She looked up, becoming aware of the thickness between them. Marc staring at her in stunned happiness, and she tensed as he moved closer, already knowing he was going to hug her, and she was going to react badly.
Marc felt like he was in one of his dreams, and he didn't register the fear on her face as his arms came up, nor the rigid body he wrapped them around with a groan of longing. "God, I've missed..."
"Let go of me!"
Marc jumped back from the fear in her voice as if burned. Angie was afraid of him?
"Not at all," she lied, hoping he hadn't seen her hand plunging toward her gun. "I just don't like to be touched."
Since when? His eyes narrowed with questions he knew she wouldn't answer yet.
"Is it okay to go in?"
Marc nodded, feet moving back as she buttoned up her long black sweater, and then slung two big duffle bags over her shoulder. "Yes. Window's covered so our lights won't be seen."
Angela hit her rear latch button, and closed her door, not looking at the decaying bodies of two wood thrushes near her tire, or the man she'd dreamed about almost nightly for years. During the day, she'd been careful to keep Kenny from picking anything up, but the dreams were hers and she'd used them to remember.
"Get out what you need, and I'll take it in." Marc wasn't surprised when she shook her head and stepped by him.
"I've got it."
He went to get his own gear, stealing little looks that he could feel her returning when he glanced away. When he saw her step into the dark garage without hesitation, it surprised him. The Angie he had known was very afraid of the dark, terrified even. "This isn't her," his heart said, "Go slowly." He would.
As he stepped in behind her, she moved quickly to the far side of the small, mostly empty room, the pen light on the chain around her neck shining dimly. He watched her fire up a lantern and put it in the corner, and knew she was very aware of him standing in the doorway, staring. She looked…tense.
"Figured we'd use the loft. It's a good vantage point," Marc said matter-of-factly, and she slid her bags back over one shoulder without argument. He was unable to keep his eyes from her ass as she deftly climbed the ladder and disappeared into the darker shadows of the second floor.