Chapter 29 of the continuing saga of Remy comes to us from Cathy MacKenzie, who has several e-books on Smashwords at: https://www.smashwords.com/profile/view/camack.
Next week’s chapter will be from Deborah Dera. Deborah traditionally ghostwrites articles and stories but is in the process of finishing up her first eBook to be released on the Kindle platform later this year. Keep your eyes peeled!
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Remy heard the door close behind her and suddenly felt very tired but, at the same time, she didn’t want him to leave. She dropped her purse on the floor and turned around to face Sam, who was preoccupied with locking the door.
“I’m sure you’ll be safe tonight, but just in case, I’m not taking any chances.”
For the first time in a long time, Remy felt safe and had no qualms about spending the night alone. Except Sam was before her. In her apartment.
“Come on, sit down,” Sam said. “What can I get you?”
“Sam. This is my place. What can I get you?”
“Hey, you’ve been through a lot. I want to wait on you.”
“I’m fine. Really.” Remy sat on the couch and removed her shoes. “I’m just exhausted. It’s been a long day.”
“Things should be calm from now on. Jeremy’s behind bars. Who knows where Barbara is. Without Jeremy around, she’s probably lost.” Sam said.
“She’s one creepy individual, that’s for sure,” Remy said. “I don’t think she’s pregnant at all. Who does that?”
“Just the crazies. People who have nothing better to do.”
Sam sat down beside Remy. “What do you want for dinner? I’m hungry, I know that.”
“I guess I am, too, now that you mention it.”
“Why don’t I call out for Chinese?”
“That sounds good,” Remy said, starting to get up. “King Wok down the road is pretty good.”
“Sit still. I’ll order.”
Remy relaxed back into the couch. “There’s a take-out menu in the desk drawer by the phone in the kitchen. Top drawer.”
“Anything special you want?”
“I like everything. Surprise me.”
While Sam was in the kitchen, Remy stretched out on the couch. She felt numb, yet alive; tired, yet refreshed. She felt comfortable, like Sam belonged there with her in her condo, and wondered what she had ever seen in Jeremy and why she never looked at Dr. Sam differently. She figured it was because Sam was her boss, and she had made it a habit to never mix business with pleasure. Somehow, though, Sam had changed the rules on her. And it seemed right. She felt content, although she thought things might be moving along too fast. Did she need more time before making a decision?
Decision? She thought. Why the heck am I contemplating a decision? Nothing’s been put forward to decide on yet. But she knew. She knew how Sam felt. She was just unsure of her own feelings. I’m too wishy washy, as usual.
“Okay, thirty minutes,” Sam said, reentering the room.
He sat down beside her. “You okay?” he asked.
“Remy, I know a lot’s happened in the last little while. But you have to know my feelings for you.”
Sam searched Remy’s face for some acknowledgment, but found none. “I think I’m falling in love with you.”
“You don’t have to say anything. I just want my feelings out in the open. But I think you know how I feel.”
“Yes, I do,” Remy said. “I just need a bit of time.”
“Remy, you can have all the time in the world.” Sam hesitantly put his arm around her shoulder and gave her a small squeeze. Then he pulled her in toward him. Remy looked into his eyes and knew what was coming. Sam brushed his lips across hers, before latching on. “Ah, Remy,” he said, when he released her.
Remy wrapped her arms around his neck and they gripped each other, neither wanting to let go.
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