Tag Archives: Jane Adams

::THIRTY THREE:: “Be still, Jane. We’re being watched.”

::THIRTY ONE:: “Is he awake yet?” She’s sitting in a chair, beside Johnson. Comes down here quite a bit, and, if I couldn’t find her anywhere else, I know she’d be here. I’ve only left her side a couple of times, and, even at that, it’s only been in the last two days. She’s armed. [...]

::TWENTY NINE:: “Riddick…” Nothing but a murmur answers me, nuzzling over my cheek, as he carries me back to my quarters. My arms around his neck, pressed hard into his chest, arm under my knees. Carrying me back to bed. I’m not big. Theoretically, I guess, a guy could carry me pretty easily. Never happened [...]

::TWENTY SEVEN:: “Jane, wake up.” She wakes instantly, making a move to roll out of bed, move up front. Not quite fully alert. Just going through the motions now, her instincts taking over. Reasoning will come later. I pull her back at the last moment. Franks has already turned away, respecting her nakedness, moving to [...]

::TWENTY FIVE:: The last time she cried she was sleeping. Couldn’t have helped it even if she’d known she was doing it. She cries almost soundlessly now. To look at her, you’d think she was just sleeping, not sleeping well, but sleeping. Sitting with her in my lap in the back bay of the Virago, [...]