Playing With Fire: A Loveswept Classic Romance

by Debra Dixon

  “Along with himself falling into the buffet table.” She chuckled. “I doubt he’ll even mention it.”

  “Good.”

  “Well, I guess we should get going,” she prompted.

  He nodded. As they continued down the corridor, he told himself Diana was just a naive programmer who’d never gotten used to the publicity her work generated. She really had needed rescuing today, and he’d been stuck as rescuer. No big deal. After all, it was only one rescue.

  In the kitchen they found their way blocked again.

  “Sorry. Can’t go through here,” a burly waiter said as he stood in the center of the aisle. The chefs and assistants glanced in their direction, but returned to their work when they saw someone was dealing with the intruders.

  “Give us a break, pal,” Adam said in frustration. Not again, he thought.

  “Sorry.”

  Adam ground his teeth together in aggravation. Then an idea popped into his head. He leaned forward and said in a low voice. “You’d really be doing Ms. Streep a favor by letting her out through the kitchen. The reporters out there saw through her disguise and now they’re on to her. She has to get to a producers’ meeting right away.”

  “Ms. Streep?” the waiter said with a gasp. “You mean Meryl Streep, the actress?” He peered intently at Diana.

  Adam smothered a grin when she looked as surprised as the waiter. Diana certainly didn’t know how to give an Academy Award performance.

  “Shell be staying here while they film her latest picture in San Francisco,” Adam added, hoping the waiter would believe him. “I’m sure the hotel’s management would appreciate your helping us out.”

  Evidently the mention of the management was the deciding factor for the waiter. With a final, somewhat puzzled glance at Diana, he stepped aside and said, “Just go straight through and turn right. The door will let you out in the back parking lot.”

  “Thank you,” Diana murmured as they hurried past the man.

  “You’re welcome, Miss … Streep,” the waiter called out.

  Dragging Diana with him, Adam started running. He was positive he wouldn’t be able to contain his laughter until they were out of hearing distance. Diana was already giggling.

  When the second set of double steel doors they’d encountered that day clanged shut behind them, Adam halted their escape run. He collapsed back against the doors, laughing.

  “Meryl Streep!” Diana said, leaning next to him against the doors. “You really ought to warn a person before you turn her into a movie star.” Considering her less-than-spectacular performance since she’d met Adam, she hoped she hadn’t scared him away. Aside from needing his face, she really liked him. Vowing to act her age with him from now on, she continued, “I was so shocked when you said ‘Ms. Streep,’ I thought I’d give it all away!”

  “You almost did with that look on your face,” he said, chuckling. “Fortunately the thought of getting into trouble with higher-ups meant more to that guy than letting a couple go through the kitchen.”

  “You know, this was exactly like the adventure games I do. You had to figure out logically how to get us past one blockade, and then the next. It even had a touch of a maze when we went down the corridor, made a turn, and ran up against another obstacle in the form of a waiter. And you got us past that one too.”

  With a charming grin she added, “You’re going to make one heck of a Sir Morbid.”

  Adam groaned to himself as her smile triggered very unknightly urgings inside him. Diana might think he’d make a great Sir Morbid, but he had the uneasy feeling that he was going to have one hell of a time with his sword.