Heiser-The-Facade - Sparkling Eyes

weeks ago the idea had rocked his faith. He felt uneasy now about continuing to keep hisfriend in the dark . . . but if Brian was right, then the things Neil knew about the project,that the team members still did not know, needed to be kept from all of them. Brianhadn't changed. He was still his unfailingly analytical self Even in the face of Melissa'sconstant harassing . . . he froze at the thought of Melissa, riveted in the middle of thesilent hallway. He paced back and forth several times, hands on his hips, rehearsingBrian's words during their conversation. They wouldn 't!He stood still, deep in thought; a few moments passed, and his face flushed withanger. Why would she be singled out? . . . Whatever the reason, 1 can 't allow it! Hewhirled about and headed for the security monitoring station.Brian carded himself into his room and turned on the light switch. His late-nightsnack and the heavy conversation had combined to induce drowsiness, but he sat down athis desk to finish reading the dissertation chapter left uncompleted due to the earlierinterruption. He sleepily turned the page, but was jolted into full consciousness when thelight in his bedroom behind him suddenly came on. A surge of adrenaline brought him tohis feet. He crept cautiously toward the bedroom and peered inside."Not again," he groaned, staring in disbelief at the redheaded form lyingmotionless in his bed, face toward the wall as before."No ... this is the real thing," the familiar voice answered seductively, as Melissagracefully turned on her side and came to her knees on the bed, wearing nothing but amischievous smile.213