Summary: A drabble in response to the Written in Steele springboard of "interruption."
Abandoned wine glasses.
Bodies tangle on the small hotel bed.
A knock on the door.
"Don't..." he breathes.
"No," she agrees.
So long alone, so long without.
Paris. Who would have thought here and now?
Another knock, louder.
Would-be lovers pause.
Pounding on the door.
"I have to," she says.
"Yes," he replies.
Rebuttoned, she opens the door.
"Mildred," Steele starts, "we need to find Inspector--"
Inspector LaClaire, rumpled, joins Mildred at the door.
Laura says with a smile, "Never mind, Mildred." She touches Steele's arm and tugs him away.