Matt drove the unmarked Crown Victoria into the basement garage first, pulled it into one of his slots, and got quickly out to show her where to park the Porsche.
When she opened the door, he was standing there. When she got to her feet, they were so close that he could feel her breath on his face.
He resisted the impulse to put his arms around her, but bent slightly, far enough down to kiss her.
“Oh, God!” she said. “I should have trusted my instincts.”
“About what?”
“About what you had in mind when you handed me the keys.”
“What I had in mind was getting the Porsche out of the Roundhouse lot before it got ticketed or boosted,” he said.
Her face told him she did not believe this at all.
“All the way here, I thought of reasons why I shouldn’t let you kiss me.”
“Which are?”
“I can’t remember,” she said, and they kissed again.
She looked into his eyes.
“What are you thinking?” she asked.
“Which question would get the desired response,” Matt said. “One, ‘Would you like to see my etchings?’ or two, ‘You want to come upstairs for a minute?’ ”
“You really have etchings?” she asked.
He nodded.
“If we go to your apartment, you know what will happen.”
“I hope I know what will happen.”
“I mean it will take longer than a minute.”
“The way I feel right now, I’m not sure it’ll take as long as a minute.”
“Oh, God!” Olivia said.
Olivia came out of Matt’s bathroom wearing his terry-cloth robe. He thought she looked adorable.
“Well, now we know, don’t we?” she asked.
“Know what?”
“That just beneath my nice girl surface there is a lewd, lascivious, and shameless slut.”
“Come on!”
She walked to the door and began picking her clothing up from the floor.
“I don’t suppose you’d believe me if I said I never have behaved like this in my life.”
“Yeah, I would,” he said.
“I don’t believe you, but thank you anyway.”