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Date Posted: 18:24:18 03/14/01 Wed
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's message, "The Ubiquitous Mr. Lovegrove" on 18:11:06 03/14/01 Wed
As I see my childhood home shrinking in my rear-view mirror, I make my decision. There is one more place I need to visit. One last good-bye before I move forward with my life. But first I suspect we should stop somewhere to eat. It’s been hours since our breakfast meal and Nikita has not been eating much. I’m certain she’s starved and my stomach is rumbling as well.
Nearing a small restaurant, I pull into its moderately filled parking lot. Nikita struggles with a smile before reaching for her handbag.
“Are you feeling okay?” I query.
“As well as can be expected, I guess.” Nikita says as she slides a ponytail band around her hair, pulling it back.
“Some food will do you good.” I instruct as we exit the Pathfinder.
Feeling protective of Nikita, I place my arm around her as we walk through the parking lot toward the entrance. She leans her head against my shoulder, welcoming my closeness. Reaching the front entrance, I hold door open, allowing her to enter first. Since the lunch crowd has begun to disperse, we don’t have to wait long before the waitress comes and seats us.
Looking past the menu in my hand, I catch a glance of Nikita’s roaming eyes. Old Section habits die hard as I sense her appraisal of our surroundings and the people in the restaurant. I smile knowing I did the same thing as we entered the building.
Our need for security has me considering again where would be an appropriate place for us to settle. It needs to be a place where we would become invisible. As much as I’d like to have a country home, I have to consider how we would fit in. We would be far more anonymous living in a major metropolitan area, considering Nikita’s strong accent and my own to a lesser degree. Not to mention our distinctive looks, but those can be altered if necessary.
This train of thought is soon interrupted by Nikita, who leans forward to ask, “Order for me. I need to use the ladies room.”
Nikita skitters away quickly, leaving me alone with a pair of menus. When the waitress approaches I indicate my selections, returning the menus to her.
Rubbing my hands across my eyes, I become acutely aware of my weariness. It has been an emotionally draining few days—for both of us. Perhaps a few days on an island somewhere would do us good. A jaunt on a deserted beach. Some private time for just the two of us. Once the baby arrives, any private time will be scarce.
Soon, I begin to wonder what’s keeping Nikita. I’m concerned that she may be feeling ill again. As I’m about to get up to see if she’s okay, Nikita comes into my view wearing a smile on her face. Relieved I lean back into my seat. With a glass of white wine in her hand, Nikita nears the table.
Her smile becomes wider as she set the glass before me. At first, I’m surprised by her gesture since I had made no mention of wanting a glass of wine. But slowly it registers as I remember the story I told her earlier in the day about Protis and the king’s daughter.
After taking her seat, Nikita rests her hand atop mine as she murmurs, “Handsome warrior, will you be mine?”
I can’t help but grin at her words as I long to kiss her seductive lips.
“I’m already yours. And you are mine.” I say in a whisper as I take her hand and caress her fingers with my lips.
Nikita’s cheeks appear flush as our waitress sets a pair of sodas on the table, interrupting our romantic interlude. As she walks away Nikita lets out a tiny giggle. I, in turn take up the wine glass tasting Nikita’s offering. Her smile widens, pleased that I accepted her gesture. I take this opportunity to offer a gesture of my own.
“How’d you like to runaway to a little island somewhere? A retreat of sorts.”
“Where?” Nikita asks with an excited look on her face.
“Wherever you’d like to go.”
“Hmmm…someplace warm and exotic.” Nikita muses as her eyes light up. But soon her expression appears more somber. “Are you sure we can afford it? I mean we have no jobs, no home, nothing.”
“We have enough to get us started and keep us situated for awhile.” I assure her as I gently stroke her hand with my thumb. Her bewilderment shows as I try to explain further. “I made certain to set aside some money during my time in Section, in case there was ever a time I would need it.”
“What if someone traces it?” Nikita begins to ask, but then nods her head. “Swiss Bank account?”
“I was careful. It won’t be traced.” I reply curtly. The last thing I want is for her to worry about our safety.
“So when do we leave?”
“Perhaps in a day or two. There’s still something I need to attend to.”
~~~~~
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