From The Grey House:
Natalia turned and walked away, leaving Vincent to answer his phone. She walked to the end of the deck where a set of stairs led to the parking lot. She heard the car before she saw it. There was a short limousine idling at the bottom of the steps, with the back door hanging open. A woman was leaning against the car, ready to close the door for Vincent. Very convenient for Vincent, very inconvenient for her. She nodded to the driver as she maneuvered around the car. Natalia was almost around it when she was whipped back around. Her bag banged against the trunk of the car as Vincent trapped her against the side.
“I thought we were done.” Her voice mirrored excitement and a tinge of anger.
“Come with me. Someone will drive you to your appointment later.”
Her hand was in his hair, massaging the back of his neck. “Vincent, do you have a car a waitress could afford?”
His hands were massaging her back under her backpack. With the door hanging open, it would be sinfully easy to throw her inside. “No, I don’t suppose I do.”
Natalia removed her hand from his neck, placed both hands on his chest and pushed him back. He did not resist, although she knew he could have. She had that determined look again.
“My appointment is at a church in Oakland. It would raise a lot of questions if I arrived in a limo, or a fancy sports car or whatever it is you own. I’ll meet you here on Friday.”
He grabbed her to him one final time, giving her a crushing kiss. When he let her go, they were both breathless. “Don’t disappoint me.”
“Have I yet?” She gave him a smile and slipped away.