Before Cade could ask, "So, do I walk home or not?" Mandi had slung an arm
around him, pulled him snugly to her, and launched upward.
She remained only barely subsonic during their flight to their hotel's roof.
At lesser speeds, Cade might have enjoyed being hugged to her like that, but
he'd had to struggle to pull his jacket up enough to cover his head against the
shrieking, blasting wind of their passage through the air.
When they landed, it became obvious that the jacket had borne the brunt of
that flight, having become considerably frayed -- almost shredded -- at edges
that had been exposed to the wind.
Quickly retrieving her purse from some hidden location near the roof door,
Mandi yanked the door open and leaped down the flight of stairs to the hotel's
top floor.
Cade quickly put a foot in front of the closing roof door and followed her
as she let herself out of the stairwell below. She was standing by the elevator
doors as he exited the stairwell.
As he approached her, Mandi said, "We'll talk later."
Stopping beside her, Cade asked, "Why? You planning to feel differently
about things later?"
Glancing sharply at him, she said flatly, "No, but I want to give us both
time to cool down a bit.
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