hadn’t opened that door. It had been the distracting thought all day long – if only I hadn’t opened that door .
“Susan, honey, I’m sorry,” he said while rubbing my back with one hand. “It’s obvious you need to stay out of open areas. I think working during the day the rest of this week will be helpful. You’ll at least be out of harm’s way at the offices .”
I rolled back over and sat up in a cross-legged position on the bed. I nodded my head again in agreement. He handed a tissue to me, and I blew my nose.
“Do you want me to order room service? Are you hungry?” he asked.
“No,” I told him. “I want to stay here and rest. I’ll be fine. Maybe I can find a movie on television to distract me; plus, I want to go over some of my notes for work.”
He nodded his head, smiled at me, and headed off to the bathroom. After taking a shower and changing for the evening, he asked again, “Are you sure you’ll be ok here by yourself?”
He was standing by his bed , and he looked adorable. He was wearing a light brown pair of jeans with a gray pullover shirt left open at the neck. A long, brown , sweater scarf had been looped around his neck and was hanging in front under a beautiful chocolate brown leather jacket. The leather was soft and enabled him to p ush the sleeves up . It was a great look, and I wondered how he would keep the girls away all night long. Then again, maybe he wasn’t going where the girls were . I smiled and said, “I’m fine. You go ahead and have fun.”
He walked over, kissed me on the nose, and left the room.
I turned the television on. A rerun of Two and a Half Men was on. I didn’t have the strength to turn the channel. I lie back on the pillows and closed my eyes.
Several hours later, I was awakened to my phone ringing. I struggled to shake off the fuzzy feeling while searching in my purse for my phone. It was Mick.
“Mick, hi,” I said softly.
“Susan, sweetheart, are you ok ?” he asked with concern.
“I am,” I said as I emitted a happy sigh at the sound of his voice. “I was n apping, and the phone woke me .” I leaned back and rested my head on the pillows again.
“I’m sorry I woke you, bu t I must say, your voice is sexy right now, and I like it. Talk to me some more,” he said with a laugh.
I had to laugh with him. My voice was always a little deeper when I firs t woke up. “I can tell you I miss you desperately, and Friday seems so far away. Are you still on track to be here then?” I asked.
“I miss you, too, Susan ,” he said . “ And yes, I’ll be there early Friday evening , about 7:00 , I think.”
“Good, I can’t wait. I bought a new dress for when we go out Saturday night. You’ll love it,” I said playfully .
“I’m sure I will,” he said with obvious enjoyment at my teasing. “Are your mom and dad having fun?” he asked.
“They’re having a blast, and we’re all winning money,” I told him. I still didn’t want to tell him exactly how much I had won until I could see him. I hesitated for a moment and decided I really should fill him in at least a little bit about what had happened. “We went to a magic show tonight, and the magician pulled me up on stage. He put me in a box, and I fell through a trapdoor.”
He laughed and said, “I always wondered if there were trapdoors in the floor for those kinds of tricks. Now I know. Was it fun?”
“Not really,” I told him. “But Mick, something happened after I fell through the floor. There wasn’t anyone around, so I opened a door. It led outside, and I think I saw someone who had just beaten a man with a crowbar. The man on the ground was either unconscious or dead. I shut the door right away, but I’m worried about what I saw.”
“Susan, listen to me,” Mick said intently. “I mean this. Please don’t get involved in anything while you’re there. If you think you’re in danger, or someone approaches you about what you might have seen, please go to
“Susan, honey, I’m sorry,” he said while rubbing my back with one hand. “It’s obvious you need to stay out of open areas. I think working during the day the rest of this week will be helpful. You’ll at least be out of harm’s way at the offices .”
I rolled back over and sat up in a cross-legged position on the bed. I nodded my head again in agreement. He handed a tissue to me, and I blew my nose.
“Do you want me to order room service? Are you hungry?” he asked.
“No,” I told him. “I want to stay here and rest. I’ll be fine. Maybe I can find a movie on television to distract me; plus, I want to go over some of my notes for work.”
He nodded his head, smiled at me, and headed off to the bathroom. After taking a shower and changing for the evening, he asked again, “Are you sure you’ll be ok here by yourself?”
He was standing by his bed , and he looked adorable. He was wearing a light brown pair of jeans with a gray pullover shirt left open at the neck. A long, brown , sweater scarf had been looped around his neck and was hanging in front under a beautiful chocolate brown leather jacket. The leather was soft and enabled him to p ush the sleeves up . It was a great look, and I wondered how he would keep the girls away all night long. Then again, maybe he wasn’t going where the girls were . I smiled and said, “I’m fine. You go ahead and have fun.”
He walked over, kissed me on the nose, and left the room.
I turned the television on. A rerun of Two and a Half Men was on. I didn’t have the strength to turn the channel. I lie back on the pillows and closed my eyes.
Several hours later, I was awakened to my phone ringing. I struggled to shake off the fuzzy feeling while searching in my purse for my phone. It was Mick.
“Mick, hi,” I said softly.
“Susan, sweetheart, are you ok ?” he asked with concern.
“I am,” I said as I emitted a happy sigh at the sound of his voice. “I was n apping, and the phone woke me .” I leaned back and rested my head on the pillows again.
“I’m sorry I woke you, bu t I must say, your voice is sexy right now, and I like it. Talk to me some more,” he said with a laugh.
I had to laugh with him. My voice was always a little deeper when I firs t woke up. “I can tell you I miss you desperately, and Friday seems so far away. Are you still on track to be here then?” I asked.
“I miss you, too, Susan ,” he said . “ And yes, I’ll be there early Friday evening , about 7:00 , I think.”
“Good, I can’t wait. I bought a new dress for when we go out Saturday night. You’ll love it,” I said playfully .
“I’m sure I will,” he said with obvious enjoyment at my teasing. “Are your mom and dad having fun?” he asked.
“They’re having a blast, and we’re all winning money,” I told him. I still didn’t want to tell him exactly how much I had won until I could see him. I hesitated for a moment and decided I really should fill him in at least a little bit about what had happened. “We went to a magic show tonight, and the magician pulled me up on stage. He put me in a box, and I fell through a trapdoor.”
He laughed and said, “I always wondered if there were trapdoors in the floor for those kinds of tricks. Now I know. Was it fun?”
“Not really,” I told him. “But Mick, something happened after I fell through the floor. There wasn’t anyone around, so I opened a door. It led outside, and I think I saw someone who had just beaten a man with a crowbar. The man on the ground was either unconscious or dead. I shut the door right away, but I’m worried about what I saw.”
“Susan, listen to me,” Mick said intently. “I mean this. Please don’t get involved in anything while you’re there. If you think you’re in danger, or someone approaches you about what you might have seen, please go to
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