All right, what was this?
He laughed. 'Relax. I've decided we need to hit the road sooner. Right away.'
'Really? But I don't have my passport yet.'
'I was thinking we could stick to the US for a while.'
'Oh. Well, I just thought we were going to see India. Then Paris and Prague and Hong Kong.'
'We will. Just not now.'
She considered this but then looked at his intense brown eyes, staring into hers. And she said, 'Okay. Sure, baby. Wherever you are, that's where I want to be.'
'I love you,' Seth whispered. He kissed her hard and she kissed back, embracing.
Pam sat forward, sipped coffee. 'Munchies? I could use something. A pizza?'
'Sure.'
She rose and walked into the kitchen again, opened the refrigerator door, pulled out a pizza and set it on the counter.
And sagged against the wall, feeling her gut churn, heart rate pound.
Thinking: How the hell did Seth know about Larchwood? She desperately thought back to their time together. No, I never mentioned it. I'm sure.
You need to tell Seth everything about your time underground.
No, I don't.
Think, think ...
'Need a hand?' his voice called.
'Nope.' She made noise, ripping the pizza box open, banging the oven door down.
This can't be happening. There's no way he could be involved with those people.
Impossible.
But Pam's instincts, honed by years of survival, took over. She eased to the landline phone and picked it up. Held it to her ear.
Hit nine. Then one.
'Making a call?'
Seth stood in the doorway of the kitchen.
Keeping a smile on her face, she turned, forcing herself to move slowly. 'You know, we were talking about Amelia. I was just thinking. Maybe I will apologize. I think that'd be a good idea, don't you? I mean, wouldn't you, if you were in my place?'
'Really?' he asked. Not smiling. 'You were calling Amelia?'
'Yeah, that's right.'
'Put the phone down, Pam.'
'I ...' Her voice faded as his steely dark eyes bored into hers. The same shade of brown. Her thumb hovered over the one button on the phone. Before she could hit it Seth stepped forward and pulled the phone from her hand, hung it up.
'What are you doing?' she whispered.