> She returned his kisses before putting her hand against the front of his
> shirt and stroking a little, concern evident in her gaze but also the
> knowledge of his experience in these kinds of situations "Be careful,
> Derek."
>
> "And not to worry," she added humorously, silently accepting his decision
> about her involvement in Legacy business but still determined that, if
> someone tried to grill him about it, to give them a dose of irritation "If
> the paperwork gets too bad I can find a dog and claim it ate it.. or rent
a
> goat."
>
> She gave him another quick kiss and a half grin before he really had to go
> "Dark blue is definitely your color, Mister Rayne."
>
Derek:
"We will be," Derek promised. Then he grinned at her comment on his choice
in clothing. "No goats in the house," he instructed as he left the room.
He then headed down stairs and outside, glad that he had left his jacket
upstairs. He felt better having a chance to say good bye.
He arrived at Nick's car, which was already running and hopped into the
passenger side. Pulling out his phone he called Frank and asked him to do
an unofficial drive by. A few moments later his cell phone rang and Frank
reported that all seemed quite at the man's house. Really quiet. Derek
hung up. "He is either sleeping or not home."
