In Death 13 - Seduction in Death

now because it's happening too fast. Because I think what I'm feeling for you goes deeper than that, and I'd like a chance to find out before... I'd just like to slow down a bit. I'd like to spend more time getting to know each other. I wouldn't be here now if what you did for a living was a problem for me. And if you think I'm so petty and narrow-minded that I'd -- "
    "I could fall in love with you."
    It stopped her short, stole her breath, just the quiet way he said it. "I know. Oh God, I know. Me, too. It scares me a little."
    "Good, because it scares me a lot." He crossed back to her, lifted her hand. "We'll slow down." Kissed it. Then her wrist. Drawing her in again, he brushed his lips over her temple, her cheeks.
    Her pulse spiked. "This is slowing down?"
    "We won't go any faster than you want." He tipped her face back and smiled. "Trust me, I'm a professional."
    And while she laughed, the buzzer sounded.
    "Give me ten seconds to get rid of whoever that is. And remember my place."
    When he opened the door, McNab shoved him back a step. "Okay, you son of a bitch. We're going a round."
    "Detective -- "
    "Who the hell do you think you are?" McNab shoved him again. "You think you can treat her that way? Rub your next skirt right in her face?"
    "Detective, you don't want to lay hands on me again."
    "Oh yeah?" Maybe the second bottle hadn't been such a good idea, he thought vaguely, but gamely lifted his fists. "Let's try these instead."
    "Detective McNab." Calmly, Louise stepped between them. "You're obviously upset. Maybe you should sit down."
    "Dr. Dimatto," Flustered, McNab lowered his fists. "I didn't see you over there."
    "Charles, why don't you make some coffee. Ian... it's Ian, isn't it? Let's sit down."
    "Beg your pardon, but I don't want any goddamn coffee and I don't want to sit down. I came to kick his ass." He jabbed a finger at Charles over her shoulder. "I'm sorry you're in the middle. You're a nice woman. But I've got business with this son of a bitch."
    "I'm assuming this has to do with Delia."
    As Charles stepped away from Louise, McNab rounded on him. "Damn right. You think because you take her to the fucking opera and fancy restaurants you've got a right to toss her over when something more interesting comes along?"
    "No, I don't. Delia means a great deal to me."
    Literally seeing red, McNab swung out. His punch found its target, had Charles's head snapping back. He followed through with a short-armed jab to the belly before Charles recovered enough to fight back.
    While they circled each other, ramming fists, spilling blood, Louise fled the room. They were rolling on the floor, in a sweaty, grunting heap when she came back. And threw a full bucket of ice water over them.
    "That's just about enough." She slammed the bucket down, slapped her hands on her hips as both of them gaped up at her. "You should be ashamed. Both of you. Fighting over a woman like she was a juicy piece of meat. If either of you think Peabody would appreciate this, you're very much mistaken. Now, on your feet."
    "He's got no right to hurt her," McNab began.
    "I wouldn't hurt Delia for anything in the world. And if I have, I'll do everything I can to make it up to her." Charles scooped back his dripping hair. He was getting the picture now. "For Christ's sake, you moron, have you told her you're in love with her?"
    "Who said I was?" His bruised face went sheet white. "I'm just looking out for... shut up. She wants to roll with you when you're working other skirts, that's her business. But she's not a job." He pointed at Louise.
    "That's right. She's not."
    "And nobody juggles Peabody that way."
    "Look, obviously you're under the impression that Delia and I have been -- "
    "It just happened, Ian." Louise interrupted quickly, shot Charles a warning look. "It wasn't planned. I'm sorry if I'm responsible for this."
    "I'm not blaming you."
    "I'm as much to blame. Charles and I... we want a chance to make something together. Can you understand?"
    "So Peabody's just out of the picture."
    "I'm sorry." As the light dawned, Charles got to his feet. "I hope she'll understand. I hope we can still be friends. She's a wonderful woman. More than I deserve."
    "You got that part right, pal."
    Drenched, aching, and more than a little sick, McNab managed to get up. "You'd better find a way to make it right with her."
    "I will. You have my word. Let me get you a towel."
    "I don't need a damn towel."
    "Then try a piece of advice instead. You've