Wow, I think I just realized how pathetic I am. I got home around 8 in the evening, and all I accomplished in the next hour was hitting the 'refresh' button over and over again <g>. A million things that need to be done, and I couldn't take my hand off the mouse. Can you tell you have me hooked, CC?
I have this feeling that this is going to be one of those stories that I just read over and over again because I'll find something new each time - another great line, a little tidbit of plot info I missed here or there. I'm so intrigued by the Lois-Clark dynamic right now. I love how she's watching him... she knows him, but she doesn't. He's her partner, but he's not - he's her future husband. He's Clark, but he's not - he's Superman. I can't imagine being Lois. I think I'd sleep, too <g>.
One part I *adored*:
It was soft, lush under her fingertips, and she sank her fingers into it, turning off the part of her brain demanding to know what the hell she thought she was doing. “It wasn’t that,” she said, and she almost didn’t recognize the voice as hers, the tenderness in it so unfamiliar.
How I love when she doesn't think about her actions and just goes on instinct, especially when it comes to Clark. And the unfamiliar tenderness in her voice? Oh, Lois, you're a goner and you don't even know it. Well, actually, the cool thing about this story is that you kinda do know it <g>.
Can't wait until Saturday!
Tracey
