Sweat lingered upon her bare arms like mercury sliding slowly through a red-hot thermometer. The fall of her honey blond curls was a shroud of heavy silk caressing the skin of her shoulders, the flesh of her back exposed above the low cut of her dress. Pulsing lights from the overhead strobe cast hues of the rainbow upon each golden curl, emeralds and violets dancing across the flushed heat whispering across her face, sunshine and sunburst kissing the ivory dress taut across her breasts, clinging to the curve of her waist, the flare of her dress, its hem twisting against her long, bare legs as...
He is talking quietly with Bernard’s son, his hands gesturing with dominance. Nino is sullen, a pout ridiculously lush on those lips only a woman should have. He looks like a child, a spoiled child who will not relinquish his toy. Danny stills himself, gathering his patience, fighting the violence of his hot temper. Things are not going well, obviously. I don’t know what they are talking about. I tell myself that I don’t want to know. But I do. I need to know; I need to know how deep Danny has entered into his world of crime.
Danny stood outside the Bauer residence, twisting the wedding band about his finger as he mentally berated himself for his presence on her doorstep.
"This is stupid, stupid," he muttered under his breath and without even knocking, he turned to leave. He'd just taken a few steps when the front door opened behind him and he heard his brother-in-law, Dr. Rick Bauer, call his name. A question and disaffection were evident in his tone, at least to Danny's ears. He stopped and swore quietly under his breath and then turned around, a grim smile upon his lips.