1:03 a.m. Saturday, March 9, 1984
She watched from the rearview mirror of her station wagon as the cab pulled up to the curb. He stretched first one long leg out, and then the other before he stood at his full 6'2" and paid the driver. Amanda stole the rare opportunity to watch him as he conversed with the cabbie. His strong jawline and chiseled features were silhouetted from the streetlight.
Amanda sat up straighter and pulled her jacket tighter around her as she saw him reach for the car door handle. She looked up into his eyes as he folded himself in next to her.
"Hello, Amanda." He smiled cordially.
His deep baritone voice washed over her and she swallowed before replying. "Hi."
"Thanks for meeting me here."
"No problem, Lee. I don't know why you insisted on taking a cab, I told you I could have picked you up."
"Uh, that wasn't necessary. Besides, I wasn't sure . . . uh . . . where I'd be." He cleared his throat.
She glanced over to him in confusion and then finally noticed his attire. He always did look lethal in a tux. Her mouth formed in the shape of an 'o' when the realization hit her. He no doubt had been on a date earlier in the evening and had planned on being 'tied up' until it was time to meet her for their stake out. She laughed awkwardly. "Geez, Lee. I didn't know this was such a formal stakeout, I would have dressed more appropriately."
"Hmmm? Oh, right. Well, I had a previously scheduled date when Billy ordered us to watch this warehouse." He indicated the dark, looming building across the street from where they now sat. "I didn't have time to break it." He set about pulling his untied bowtie from around his neck and stuffed it into his pocket.
"Well, would you like some coffee? I brought enough for both of us." She pulled the thermos and coffee mugs from behind the passenger seat and began pouring.
They settled into an uncomfortable silence as they sipped their coffee and watched the warehouse intently.
After nearly two hours, she couldn't stand the silence any longer. "So, where was it?" She raised a brow in question.
"Where was what?" He asked, his eyes never leaving the building.
"Your date. I mean, where did you take your date? It was obviously somewhere fancy." She indicated his tux.
"Look, Amanda . . . I don't think this is –"
"Oh, look! Come on, we've been sitting here for two hours in silence, and we're freezing. I am just trying to make conversation." She sighed in frustration at the continued silence. "It's not like I asked you for details!" She huffed. Why did he have to be so secretive? She wasn't asking him to divulge State secrets or anything!
After a few minutes of silence, Lee finally replied. "Uh, it was just a party at the British Embassy." He mumbled as he gazed out the windshield.
"Sounds like fun!" She replied a bit overzealously, even for her own ears.
"You know how boring those things can be, Amanda."
"It couldn't have been too boring, Lee." She glanced at her watch. You stayed for several hours –" She stopped herself as it had dawned on her that he hadn't stayed at the party the entire time. His tussled hair and wrinkled shirt were clear indications that he had spent some 'private time' with his date.
"So, what was going on at the King household this evening?" He rushed in an obvious attempt to change the subject.
Feeling a bit brave in the cover of darkness, she pressed on. "Lee, do you think you'll ever settle down?"
"Me? Are you serious? Amanda, you may not have noticed but I'm not exactly marriage material."
"Oh, don't sell yourself short, Scarecrow. Did you ever think that perhaps it's the type of women you date aren't exactly marriage material?" She stated matter-of-factly.
He sat silently contemplating his partner's pearls of wisdom as he watched her snuggle deeper, into her coat.