futon.
“Jessica, this is ridiculous. Why are you so upset? I told you I didn't read
it.”
She sat up from under the covers. “You lied to me!” She
started sobbing. “You told me you didn't search my apartment. You said you
just glanced around. My journal wasn't lying on the table!” she said angrily.
“You lied to me!”
Michael hung his head. He took a deep breath and looked
back up at her. “Okay, I did a little more than glance around. When I found
your journal, I didn't know anything about you and I thought maybe it would
help me get to know you better. I never thought we would be back there or that
you would ever discover it was missing. I'm sorry, I should have told you. I
didn't do it to hurt you.”
“What else have you lied to me about?”
“Nothing Jessica. I've told you everything.”
“How am I supposed to believe that?”
He sighed. “I don't know.” He sat on the edge of the futon
and buried his face in his hands. This was exactly what he was afraid of. She
was angry and now she didn't trust him.
“Jessica, I would die protecting you.” He turned to her. “If
you can't trust me, I don't know what else I could say.”
After a few minutes, she realized he was right. It was just
a journal and he had saved her life more than once now. He could have left her
to die in the cafe or just dumped her on the street afterward. It was silly to
get so upset over a journal, she told herself.
She dried her eyes. “I'm sorry I'm so emotional. I know
I've been a total basket case. You must think I'm crazy.”
“I don't think you're crazy. You cry a lot. But you're not
crazy.” He smiled at her.
She let out a light laugh and smiled. “Yeah, I do cry a lot
I guess.”
“I'm getting used to it,” he grinned. “Let's just go to
bed.”
Chapter 14
Two days of planning and prepping. Only one thing remained
to be done. Evan carried the woman inside. The smell of alcohol was so strong
one might think she had showered in it. That is, if it weren't for the stench
of urine that followed since she had lost control of her bladder hours ago.
She should have been in a hospital being treated for alcohol poisoning. But
Evan gently carried the incapacitated and unconscious woman into the bedroom,
laying her on the bed.
He pulled a candlestick and holder out of his pocket. He
had broken the candle so that it was a mere nub and stuck it in the holder. He
lit the candle and placed it on the nightstand, then walked into the office
where he grabbed a stack of mail. Walking back into the bedroom, he laid the
mail dangerously close to the burning candle. He looked around the room while
he waited. There was a small bookshelf in the corner of the room and one of
the books looked strange. He walked over and picked it up. It wasn't a book,
but rather a box made to look like a book. He opened it, but it was empty. He
put it back and looked at the candle again. He groaned. He hated waiting. He
agonized as the minutes passed and then a smile crept across his face when he
saw the flames dance across the paper on the nightstand. He watched and waited
until the flames grew and one of the flaming pieces of mail fell on the bed.
Then he left the apartment.
Chapter 15
Jessica was the first to wake. The clock said 7:16 a.m.
She looked over at Michael. He was sleeping on his back with his head turned
to the side. She reached her hand out and slowly ran it down his chest soaking
in the feel of his muscular form. He grabbed it as it passed his belly button
and a huge smile formed on his face.
“You're awake,” she said.
“Yes,” he said, still smiling. “And you're bad.” He turned
his head and looked at her.
She grinned playfully at him, unaware of the strong effect
it was having on him.
“What do you need to do with your laptop?” He tried to
shift his focus and redirect the thoughts he was having about her.
“We
“Jessica, this is ridiculous. Why are you so upset? I told you I didn't read
it.”
She sat up from under the covers. “You lied to me!” She
started sobbing. “You told me you didn't search my apartment. You said you
just glanced around. My journal wasn't lying on the table!” she said angrily.
“You lied to me!”
Michael hung his head. He took a deep breath and looked
back up at her. “Okay, I did a little more than glance around. When I found
your journal, I didn't know anything about you and I thought maybe it would
help me get to know you better. I never thought we would be back there or that
you would ever discover it was missing. I'm sorry, I should have told you. I
didn't do it to hurt you.”
“What else have you lied to me about?”
“Nothing Jessica. I've told you everything.”
“How am I supposed to believe that?”
He sighed. “I don't know.” He sat on the edge of the futon
and buried his face in his hands. This was exactly what he was afraid of. She
was angry and now she didn't trust him.
“Jessica, I would die protecting you.” He turned to her. “If
you can't trust me, I don't know what else I could say.”
After a few minutes, she realized he was right. It was just
a journal and he had saved her life more than once now. He could have left her
to die in the cafe or just dumped her on the street afterward. It was silly to
get so upset over a journal, she told herself.
She dried her eyes. “I'm sorry I'm so emotional. I know
I've been a total basket case. You must think I'm crazy.”
“I don't think you're crazy. You cry a lot. But you're not
crazy.” He smiled at her.
She let out a light laugh and smiled. “Yeah, I do cry a lot
I guess.”
“I'm getting used to it,” he grinned. “Let's just go to
bed.”
Chapter 14
Two days of planning and prepping. Only one thing remained
to be done. Evan carried the woman inside. The smell of alcohol was so strong
one might think she had showered in it. That is, if it weren't for the stench
of urine that followed since she had lost control of her bladder hours ago.
She should have been in a hospital being treated for alcohol poisoning. But
Evan gently carried the incapacitated and unconscious woman into the bedroom,
laying her on the bed.
He pulled a candlestick and holder out of his pocket. He
had broken the candle so that it was a mere nub and stuck it in the holder. He
lit the candle and placed it on the nightstand, then walked into the office
where he grabbed a stack of mail. Walking back into the bedroom, he laid the
mail dangerously close to the burning candle. He looked around the room while
he waited. There was a small bookshelf in the corner of the room and one of
the books looked strange. He walked over and picked it up. It wasn't a book,
but rather a box made to look like a book. He opened it, but it was empty. He
put it back and looked at the candle again. He groaned. He hated waiting. He
agonized as the minutes passed and then a smile crept across his face when he
saw the flames dance across the paper on the nightstand. He watched and waited
until the flames grew and one of the flaming pieces of mail fell on the bed.
Then he left the apartment.
Chapter 15
Jessica was the first to wake. The clock said 7:16 a.m.
She looked over at Michael. He was sleeping on his back with his head turned
to the side. She reached her hand out and slowly ran it down his chest soaking
in the feel of his muscular form. He grabbed it as it passed his belly button
and a huge smile formed on his face.
“You're awake,” she said.
“Yes,” he said, still smiling. “And you're bad.” He turned
his head and looked at her.
She grinned playfully at him, unaware of the strong effect
it was having on him.
“What do you need to do with your laptop?” He tried to
shift his focus and redirect the thoughts he was having about her.
“We
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