|"I still expect you to make good on your
"I don't recall promising anything, Scully," he
She looked down, abruptly certain he could see her unease.
Had she got it all wrong? Had she read more into his parting
words than he had meant? More importantly, had she made a
monumental error in timing? God. She felt her cheeks heat and
tried desperately to think of an excuse to return upstairs.
He leaned in closer, warm breath washing her ear as he
spoke. "I believe all I asked for was the opportunity to
finish what I started."