"I know.. I just like hearing it..." She admitted without a hint of shame - every girl, especially very pregnant ones, wanted to be reassured every once in a while that she was still desirable. At the thought of the strawberry gelato that would be waiting at home, she brightened a little, a wider smile forming on her fine, glossed lips. "You're a saint. I love you." Her gaze was back to drifting over the other inhabitants of the quaint but popular place - but the moment that she made eye contact with the tall and slender and obviously well-built dark-featured man staring blatantly at from from where he sat alone out in the patio, she stopped looking around and inhaled a soft but sharp breath. He was looking right at her and wanted her to know it, and she knew that she should tell her boyfriend on the other end of the call, but instead she cleared her throat and stammered a little into the phone. "I should.. I have to go, Brett." --

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Date Posted: 09:54:33 01/13/07 Sat
Author: Dominique
Subject: "I know.. I just like hearing it..." She admitted without a hint of shame - every girl, especially very pregnant ones, wanted to be reassured every once in a while that she was still desirable. At the thought of the strawberry gelato that would be waiting at home, she brightened a little, a wider smile forming on her fine, glossed lips. "You're a saint. I love you." Her gaze was back to drifting over the other inhabitants of the quaint but popular place - but the moment that she made eye contact with the tall and slender and obviously well-built dark-featured man staring blatantly at from from where he sat alone out in the patio, she stopped looking around and inhaled a soft but sharp breath. He was looking right at her and wanted her to know it, and she knew that she should tell her boyfriend on the other end of the call, but instead she cleared her throat and stammered a little into the phone. "I should.. I have to go, Brett."
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He was a trained federal agent, a united states marshal and as soon as the tone of her voice changed he felt it go through his body, the warning that told him that something wasn't right. "Dominique." He stated with a tone of voice that spoke no nonsense. "What is it, baby?" He questioned, his words tender but his tone all business. "Do you have a bad feeling?" He wasn't into pyschics or anything like that but he had no doubt in the power of a woman's intuition. "If you are scared, Dom, just tell me you love me, you understand?" He questioned, his voice firm and calm so as to not panic her anymore than she already obviously was. "Are your friends nearby?" He wanted people around her, to stay in the same area as the public. He would go get her as soon as he understood what was going on. (NT) -- Brett, 10:06:53 01/13/07 Sat