> She looked at his hand for a moment longer, then, > swallowing hard, she put her hand in his, waiting for > him to cuff her or something equally cruel. > Derek squeezed her hand reassuringly and then led out the room down to the second floor. "Contrary to popular belief," he said. "I don't bite."
"I need to pick up something in the control room before we go." He led her into the library and then inside the Control room. Once there he check for the journal he had been awaiting. "There it is," he said. He then hooked a laptop up to the mainframe and transfered the information. "All right," he said, taking her hand again, "let's go." He led her outside to his car carrying the laptop in his other hand. Then he released her hand and pulled out his keys, opening the driver's side door. He held the keys out to her. "Would drive, I'm going to look some things up and see what I can find out about your situation."
