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The anchor answered with, "And this just in as well: there has been an apparent car bombing at an office complex in Rochester, New York. Apologies for the numerous uses of the word 'apparent'--we have yet to receive independent confirmation of any of this--but the Customs Service has closed all border crossings between the United States and Canada, apparently in response to this incident. The office complex where the explosion took place is reportedly the headquarters of Arpaco, a prominent defense contractor--"
Myers laid down a half-eaten slice of toast. "These things were planned well before last night--"
"I don't care," Laura replied with her big wide eyes, "I think we should lay low."
Myers brushed his growing stubble with a napkin. "We could get a motel room. I mean 'rooms'--"
Laura placed a hand over his. "Let's get a room. And let's do it quick." She lifted her hand to motion to the waitress for the check.
"Couldn't sleep either, huh?"
"I suppose I'm slept out." Laura stepped out onto the balcony and eased herself onto Myer's waiting lap.
Myers ran one hand up one thigh to caress a hip beneath a nightshirt. "It'll be a long day tomorrow. You still want to head to Toronto?"
Laura smiled as she curled close to her lover. "I always like to meet a guy's parents before I sleep with him. Now it's a matter of honor." She ran a hand along his chin. "You shaved."
"And showered." Myers kissed the fingers of her hand.
"You watch the news?"