"Denny said he thinks he could squeeze some
money out of the budget," Renata said hopefully.
"If we're good enough, they'll pay for us. That's
television," Hawk said. "We just have to blow 'em out of the water
and they won't dump either of us."
"Right. Great. That's exactly what I was thinking."
It seemed impossible that Hawk could mean what he'd just said, but
there was no duplicity in his eyes.
"We just have to prove that we belong together,"
Renata's breath hitched. We belong together.
The words hovered in the air between them like beautiful butterflies.
"On the show," Hawk finished, shooing them
"Sure. Of course. The show."
"Good" Hawk reached to shake on it, his eyes
holding hers. She took his hand. Warmth zoomed through her, fast,
on nerve pathways prepared by past experience. His eyes held hers,
his gaze a heat lamp warming her all over. Her heart thumped in
a strange rhythm, her skin tingled and her toes went numb.
Hawk tilted his chin toward her and she noticed
his teeth were very white, his jaw straight and strong, he had a
hint of a dimple on one cheek and he wanted to kiss her. He wanted
to kiss her.
Omigod! Panic seized her and she pushed herself
back in her chair as if she were on a carnival ride.