Vincent's low voice carried a husky, seductive rasp. He was just about to lean in and kiss her when his communicator suddenly chimed, shattering the intimate atmosphere at the worst possible moment.
Almost simultaneously, Rory's communicator lit up as well.
Vincent paused. Beneath the strip of black silk covering his eyes, his brow furrowed ever so slightly—an unmistakable sign of his irritation at the interruption.
Rory caught his hand and slipped free from his burning embrace.
"You should check it first," she said gently. "What if it's something important?"
As she spoke, she reached up and untied the black silk from over his eyes.
Then she opened her own communicator to read the message.
It was from Jasper.
The moment Rory tapped it open and saw the contents, she abruptly lifted a hand and smacked her forehead.
Last night, she had been so wrapped up in bonding with Vincent that she had completely forgotten something this important.
"Rory!"
