"We'll have to groom these grounds," he said. "Can't live like savages."
"Relax!" she said, urging him into one of the lavish apartments. "This is home. How do you like it?"
Matt's tired eyes took in the sea green carpet, the glowing walls, the inviting chairs and sofas—especially the sofas. With a sigh, he stretched himself full length on a rose brocaded lounge and closed his eyes.
Lynn regarded him fondly and leaned over to kiss his eyelids. "Now wait just a minute," she said. "I've made coffee and sandwiches. I'll be right back."
It was fifteen minutes before she reappeared. She was carrying a tray on which a silver coffee pot steamed, flanked by a plate of sandwiches. She had combed out her yellow hair and slipped into a wicked black negligee that did things to the slender almost girlish figure beneath it.
A gentle snore greeted her at the threshold.
Lynn stopped, regarding the sleeping Matt with a grim expression. Then very deliberately she set the tray down, seized his heels and dragged him off the couch. He hit the floor with a thump and struggled, still half-asleep, to his feet.
"If you're going to sleep, Romeo, you might as well use the bed."
"Bed?" said Matt groggily. "Where?"
"In there." She pointed toward a low doorway at the left.