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[untitled] part two |
| Written by Amie Kerlin | |
| Monday, 02 June 2008 | |
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Devon Watts walked in the room, flicked on the light, and saw her sitting on the bed with a determined look on her face. Closing the door softly behind him he noticed that she was beautiful, Charlie was right about that. Anne, as she now called herself, had the ability to look stunning without trying. Even after her feeble attempts to disguise herself with cheap hair dye, hair she‘d cut herself, supermarket reading glasses and no makeup, still she was beautiful. He saw her stiffen when he started walking forward and she saw the brown paper bag he was carrying. "I figured since it was getting late, I'd pick up some dinner," he said lifting the bag from Yu Tink‘s Chinese restaurant higher in the air. "Are you ok?" "Of course I'm ok. What the hell took you so long? You said you were just going to grab us another ride and it doesn't take more than 20 minutes tops to pick a car and jack it." "Anne, I was only gone an hour and a half. Why are you so pissed?" As he went past her to the small table, he saw the anger in her eyes, but there was something else there he couldn't quite place. Was she suspicious already? He thought he had done a good job so far by being vague about himself but she was not a stupid woman. As he laid out the cartons of sweet and sour chicken, white rice, egg rolls and wonton soup he thought he could almost see the inner workings of her mind. Did she know that he knew she was not Anne Smalley, but actually Emily Lotte and she was running from her ex-husband Charlie? Did she already know that he had been hired by Charlie to bring her back to him so that he could finish what he started all those years ago? God, he hoped not. If she knew, then he would never be able to finish his own plans for her. "Come on; let's eat this before it gets colder than it already is. I‘m sorry I took so long." He smiled his best "you can trust me" smile that had gotten him this far and sat down. He'd better think of some kind of excuse about where he's been taking off to before she figured out what he's been doing. If that happened, he'd be finished for sure. Let the games begin, he thought to himself as he spooned the rice onto his plate, still smiling ear to ear. To be continued... Copyright 2008 Amie Kerlin |
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