with embarrassment. How was she able to tell what he was feeling—was he that transparent that she could tell by the way he talked how he felt? He didn’t know what to say to her statement so he decided surrender was the best avenue. “Okay, midnight sounds good,” he said. Unlike his previous words, these came across more confident and assured. Of course they did—he wanted to see her again.
“I bet your favorite is…,” she paused and then said, “Italian food?”
“Good guess,” he said agreeing with her because he really did like Italian food the best of all.
“Great,” she said. “Now that we have that settled. Go home and get some rest. I’ll see you at your house around midnight then.”
“Is it easier if I come to you?” Reese suggested, “Your place?” He proposed the suggestion because after his conversation with Barkley earlier, he was wondering if he wasn’t being watched. Or had his meeting with Christina already been logged in some report already? Did it matter? He wasn’t sure, but he wanted everything to go right with her and, not knowing what the true ultimate goal of the agency was, he wanted to play it safe.
“My place is…” she hesitated, “a mess right now. I don’t think you’re ready to see it yet, John. Maybe later okay?”
For the first time since he had met her, her voice did not sound confident but rather cautious, he thought. Was it that there was something he was not supposed to see or know? Perhaps she lived with someone—another man? Or worse yet, was she married? Or was he just doing the same old thing again and assuming the worst? How he wished he could just stop it. “Ah…sure,” he said.
“It’s not that, John.” she said.
“What?” he asked.
“What you’re thinking,” she said. “I heard it in your voice. I’m not…seeing anyone and I’m not married John. That’s not why I am suggesting having dinner at your place. It’s complicated and I don’t want to discuss it over the phone. Maybe tonight we can talk about it. Okay? Don’t worry, it is not some great mystery to be solved. You’ll see it…soon.”
“Sure,” he agreed.
“Now go get some rest,” she continued, “I want to talk about some things tonight. Some of my own research that you might be interested in and I want your full and undivided attention.”
Intrigued by her promise and suggestion he asked, “Such as?”
“You’ll see. I’ll see you tonight.”
“What no hints?” he said, enjoying the mystery of her.
“Nope. I like to keep you guessing. I’ll see you later.”
“Okay,” he said. “Bye.”
“Bye.”
Reese hung up the receiver. He couldn’t help the feeling that seemed to invigorate his tired body. He was excited at the thought of seeing her again and he felt it—and he liked it. Goose bumps actually made a cursory trip over the skin of his flesh before heading back to wherever it is they hung out when they weren’t needed. He thought of how wonderful a human emotion that was. Of course, he was sure that there was some scientific explanation that could explain the reaction, some neural to physical connection, but just this one time, he could not care.
He checked his watch; it was almost 6:30 PM. He would make a stop in the control center and see if anything had come up from the surveillance before he called it a day. As he rose from his chair, his eyes returned to the unopened folder on his desk. It beckoned him to just open it up and have a fast look.
“It can wait for a few hours,” he said out loud. He was surprised as this reaction was another first for him. Normally he would have given into the demands of his work over his physical needs of sleep or….well whatever might happen later this evening.
He felt himself smile at the thoughts while he pushed the folder to the side of his desk blotter and headed out of the office.
Maybe…
C HAPTER F OURTEEN
As Christina lay asleep in her bed, a smile crept onto her face. It was
“I bet your favorite is…,” she paused and then said, “Italian food?”
“Good guess,” he said agreeing with her because he really did like Italian food the best of all.
“Great,” she said. “Now that we have that settled. Go home and get some rest. I’ll see you at your house around midnight then.”
“Is it easier if I come to you?” Reese suggested, “Your place?” He proposed the suggestion because after his conversation with Barkley earlier, he was wondering if he wasn’t being watched. Or had his meeting with Christina already been logged in some report already? Did it matter? He wasn’t sure, but he wanted everything to go right with her and, not knowing what the true ultimate goal of the agency was, he wanted to play it safe.
“My place is…” she hesitated, “a mess right now. I don’t think you’re ready to see it yet, John. Maybe later okay?”
For the first time since he had met her, her voice did not sound confident but rather cautious, he thought. Was it that there was something he was not supposed to see or know? Perhaps she lived with someone—another man? Or worse yet, was she married? Or was he just doing the same old thing again and assuming the worst? How he wished he could just stop it. “Ah…sure,” he said.
“It’s not that, John.” she said.
“What?” he asked.
“What you’re thinking,” she said. “I heard it in your voice. I’m not…seeing anyone and I’m not married John. That’s not why I am suggesting having dinner at your place. It’s complicated and I don’t want to discuss it over the phone. Maybe tonight we can talk about it. Okay? Don’t worry, it is not some great mystery to be solved. You’ll see it…soon.”
“Sure,” he agreed.
“Now go get some rest,” she continued, “I want to talk about some things tonight. Some of my own research that you might be interested in and I want your full and undivided attention.”
Intrigued by her promise and suggestion he asked, “Such as?”
“You’ll see. I’ll see you tonight.”
“What no hints?” he said, enjoying the mystery of her.
“Nope. I like to keep you guessing. I’ll see you later.”
“Okay,” he said. “Bye.”
“Bye.”
Reese hung up the receiver. He couldn’t help the feeling that seemed to invigorate his tired body. He was excited at the thought of seeing her again and he felt it—and he liked it. Goose bumps actually made a cursory trip over the skin of his flesh before heading back to wherever it is they hung out when they weren’t needed. He thought of how wonderful a human emotion that was. Of course, he was sure that there was some scientific explanation that could explain the reaction, some neural to physical connection, but just this one time, he could not care.
He checked his watch; it was almost 6:30 PM. He would make a stop in the control center and see if anything had come up from the surveillance before he called it a day. As he rose from his chair, his eyes returned to the unopened folder on his desk. It beckoned him to just open it up and have a fast look.
“It can wait for a few hours,” he said out loud. He was surprised as this reaction was another first for him. Normally he would have given into the demands of his work over his physical needs of sleep or….well whatever might happen later this evening.
He felt himself smile at the thoughts while he pushed the folder to the side of his desk blotter and headed out of the office.
Maybe…
C HAPTER F OURTEEN
As Christina lay asleep in her bed, a smile crept onto her face. It was
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