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Ana made an effort to put him at ease. She was surprised he would speak so freely about his family, and she liked that he felt comfortable with her. But of course they were still off the record. āIām an only child, but I was in my friendsā houses often enough times to know that thereās nothing simple about sibling relationships.ā Ben nodded his head in agreement, but said nothing else. āWhen you see each other Iāll bet it will be like nothing happened.ā She didnāt want to pry further about the specifics of the falling out between them.
āI told you Iād find us a way to avoid boredom, but Iāve failed so far. I hate to think weāll have to resort to surfing the net.ā
āWellā¦ I did have an idea, but I donāt know if youāll go along with it.ā
āAh, that sounds interestingāor should I say a little mysterious.ā
āNeither, really. I just thought that while we have the time, we might get started with the interview that seems to have been the catalyst for this āsnowball rolling down a hillā situation weāre all involved in.ā
āI donāt see it that way. The interview was a completely separate thing. You see it that way because I had come to meet you, and it was part of the night I got attacked. You bear no responsibility for what happened, and your involvement was just coincidence. You must know that I would have preferred you not be a part of anything that happened.ā
āYes, but as it turned out, it was a good thing I was there. I know, I knowāthey saw me. But if they know so much about you, or your family, theyād have to know that we werenāt a couple. Some woman you may have dated only onceāthat nightāwouldnāt make much of a hostage. Unless you do have a girlfriend, and they mistook me for her.ā
Silence ensued. Ben looked at herāthrough her, really. At least thatās how it felt to Ana. As soon as the words left her mouth, she was afraid she had put her foot in it. Clearly the question would not be a part of the interview, when and if it happened. Her subconscious had betrayed her. However, it had been the perfect segue. Now she wondered if she was in trouble, either as a journalist or as a woman who couldnāt seem to escape her attraction to the subject of her assignment. Ana looked around the room, trying to be nonchalant, but her eyes continued to return to Ben and his expression. Very slowly a smile began to cross his face. It was āthatā smile. This time she was sure there was a private joke causing it. She could think of nothing to say and just waited for the smile to subside and for the emergence of either information or admonition for having broached the subject.
āVery smooth,ā he said, and then waited for her to speak.
āIā¦ I didnāt mean to pry. It was just conjecture.ā
āIām just pulling your chain. Relax.ā Ben turned in the chair, dangled one leg over its arm and put his hands behind his head. āFor the record, I do not have a girlfriend at this time.ā His tone was so formal that Ana had to stifle a laugh. But it seemed that was the response he was trying for. Their eyes met and they both began to laugh; the awkward moment having passed.
āWell, since weāve settled that, do you want to do some work on the interview? I can run upstairs and fish the tape recorder out of my bag. I canāt put off my editor forever. Iāve avoided checking my phone.ā
āSure. Iād actually like to get it over with.ā Ben sprung from the chair and said, āBut first I want something to eat. Iāll check what Edith may have left lying around for us, and you run up and get your machine.ā
Ana nodded, got up, and headed for the stairs. The errand had taken only a few minutes and as she returned to the kitchen, she heard a scratching noise that seemed to be coming from the pantry. Ben turned from his sandwich making and said, āI know that scratch.ā He wiped his hands on a towel and walked through to the small door that provided pantry access from the outside of the house. When the door was barely ajar, a husky black Labrador retriever pushed his way through and into the kitchen. He panted and danced around Ben excitedly, making small whimpering sounds. Ben squatted and took the dogās head in his hands, looking him in the eye. This seemed to calm him, as did Benās voice when he spoke. āSir Frederic, how have you been?ā The dog sat down, and then with the speed of a lizard catching a fly in midair, he gave Ben an affectionate lick on the nose. Ben stood, used his sleeve to wipe away the wetness, and returned to Ana, who was standing at attention beside the table, not knowing what to expect when the dog saw a stranger in the house.
āThis is Sir FredericāFreddie to his pals. We rescued him about five years ago, but it seems more like he adopted us. He got his name from acting like he was lord of the manorāstill does.ā Freddie approached Ana slowly and sniffed at her shoes before nudging her with his head. āHe approves of you. Thatās what he does after he makes a decision about someone.ā
Ana smiled down at the dog and gave him a scratch behind the ears. āHeās a big fellow. Formidable. Iām very glad he approves of me.ā She slid into a chair at the table. Freddie sat rather near and stared at
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