was a shrewd man and even commented on it. Marc let nothing slip by him, “I am nothing if not thorough.” The two men stood toe to toe.
Vincent broke the standoff, “Well, Deasley, you going to let me meet the little lady?”
“With all due respect sir, no, I am not.” Vincent Horne was twice as curious now. Since Marc’s return, he had found him staring off into space or smiling for no reason. Several occasions when they were patrolling the lines, Marc broke out into sporadic spurts of laughter at thoughts that were running through his mind. There were text messages that had come through in the middle of the night that had left a goofy smile on his best engineer’s face. Whomever he had met must be quite the woman, because the changes he had seen in his number one were astounding. “Marc, we have worked side by side for six years. You seem so happy, I just wanted to say congratulations and shake her hand.”
Marc was not budging, “I will let her know you send your regards.” His hand was now on the hilt of his weapon as he moved forward to back Vincent out the door. His supervisor was not moving.
“Is that her perfume? It is absolutely intoxicating.”
Marc took that statement as a threat, he unsnapped the weapon, “I will be returning to my post shortly sir,” and he opened the door to push the man outside, “I will come and find you then.”
Vincent knew there would be no give. Whoever she was, she must be special.
Marc secured and locked the door when Vincent left. “Nadine, I need you to wash off whatever oil, scent, perfume or soap you are wearing. Do it now!” She hurriedly turned on the faucet to wash her hands, her throat, her wrist and anywhere else she rolled on her favorite oil. When she returned to the living room Marc was coming back inside with a double-barreled shot gun. He loaded two rounds and handed her the box.
“Point, squeeze and shoot anything that comes through that door that is not me, whether it is on two legs or four. Don’t ask questions, don’t hesitate, and don’t try to reason. Point, squeeze and shoot, got it?”
She no longer could help it, the tears began to flow, and she yelled at him, “I just wanted to surprise you for your birthday!” She started to bawl uncontrollably. It had been so long since he had celebrated his birthday that he really hadn’t realized that today he actually turned thirty-six years old.
Marc burst into laughter and took her into his arms. “Well, now I get to celebrate my birthday and our anniversary all in one.” He wiped away her tears and looked her in the eyes. She was still inconsolable, “I even brought a pineapple and fresh veggies to make you a special dinner.” She cried louder. He held her close but she only socked him in the stomach.
“I even learned to fucking cook!” The weapon had dropped to the floor as she flung herself onto the very dusty sofa.
Marc sat beside her and pulled her onto his lap. “This is the best birthday present ever, do you want to know why?”
Like a small child that had experienced a bad dream, she wiped away tears, snot and any other liquids that were currently overtaking her face; for good measure, she even used the back of her sleeve, “Why?”
Marc kissed her lightly on the lips, “Today, I realized how much I truly am head over heels in love with you. I am so in love, I just threatened to shoot my boss for wanting to even look at you.”
“Really, you are in love with me?”
“Yes, my Beauty, I am.”
She threw her arms around his neck and peppered his face with kisses, “I am head over heels in love with you, too!”
They both broke into laughter. Marc knew he had to get back to work, but he could not resist adding, “Well, I guess I don’t need to ask you to marry me now.” She looked
Vincent broke the standoff, “Well, Deasley, you going to let me meet the little lady?”
“With all due respect sir, no, I am not.” Vincent Horne was twice as curious now. Since Marc’s return, he had found him staring off into space or smiling for no reason. Several occasions when they were patrolling the lines, Marc broke out into sporadic spurts of laughter at thoughts that were running through his mind. There were text messages that had come through in the middle of the night that had left a goofy smile on his best engineer’s face. Whomever he had met must be quite the woman, because the changes he had seen in his number one were astounding. “Marc, we have worked side by side for six years. You seem so happy, I just wanted to say congratulations and shake her hand.”
Marc was not budging, “I will let her know you send your regards.” His hand was now on the hilt of his weapon as he moved forward to back Vincent out the door. His supervisor was not moving.
“Is that her perfume? It is absolutely intoxicating.”
Marc took that statement as a threat, he unsnapped the weapon, “I will be returning to my post shortly sir,” and he opened the door to push the man outside, “I will come and find you then.”
Vincent knew there would be no give. Whoever she was, she must be special.
Marc secured and locked the door when Vincent left. “Nadine, I need you to wash off whatever oil, scent, perfume or soap you are wearing. Do it now!” She hurriedly turned on the faucet to wash her hands, her throat, her wrist and anywhere else she rolled on her favorite oil. When she returned to the living room Marc was coming back inside with a double-barreled shot gun. He loaded two rounds and handed her the box.
“Point, squeeze and shoot anything that comes through that door that is not me, whether it is on two legs or four. Don’t ask questions, don’t hesitate, and don’t try to reason. Point, squeeze and shoot, got it?”
She no longer could help it, the tears began to flow, and she yelled at him, “I just wanted to surprise you for your birthday!” She started to bawl uncontrollably. It had been so long since he had celebrated his birthday that he really hadn’t realized that today he actually turned thirty-six years old.
Marc burst into laughter and took her into his arms. “Well, now I get to celebrate my birthday and our anniversary all in one.” He wiped away her tears and looked her in the eyes. She was still inconsolable, “I even brought a pineapple and fresh veggies to make you a special dinner.” She cried louder. He held her close but she only socked him in the stomach.
“I even learned to fucking cook!” The weapon had dropped to the floor as she flung herself onto the very dusty sofa.
Marc sat beside her and pulled her onto his lap. “This is the best birthday present ever, do you want to know why?”
Like a small child that had experienced a bad dream, she wiped away tears, snot and any other liquids that were currently overtaking her face; for good measure, she even used the back of her sleeve, “Why?”
Marc kissed her lightly on the lips, “Today, I realized how much I truly am head over heels in love with you. I am so in love, I just threatened to shoot my boss for wanting to even look at you.”
“Really, you are in love with me?”
“Yes, my Beauty, I am.”
She threw her arms around his neck and peppered his face with kisses, “I am head over heels in love with you, too!”
They both broke into laughter. Marc knew he had to get back to work, but he could not resist adding, “Well, I guess I don’t need to ask you to marry me now.” She looked
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