Olivia's Guardian by Rose St. Andrews Page A

put it, ‘in the can,’ they took it to the station for review by the board, and then an air date was selected. Since no one’s home could accommodate all the attendees, they held a huge party at the theater and watched the premiere. It was the first original program in Neo Providence in a century, and it was a hit. Olivia got more hugs and playful pats (some not so playful) in the few minutes after the episode’s conclusion than she’d gotten in over a century. Caleb took her home for some special fun and she almost set a new personal record for climaxes during a single sexual encounter.
    Afterwards, lying in bed, wrapped in each other’s arms, they snuggled and settled down to sleep.
    “So, is this what I’m going to get after each episode airs?”
    He grinned and shrugged. “Eh, we’ll see.”
    She playfully punched him in the shoulder. “Now who’s being naughty?”
    “Oh, just go to sleep, my precious. Sleep and dream of tomorrow,” he said, kissing her cheek.
    Heaving a happy sigh, she rested her head on his large chest, and soon, lulled to sleep by the steady beating of his heart, she fell into a deep and blissful slumber.
     
    * * *
     
    A bell rang in her head and it wasn’t the alarm or school bell. Olivia sat up in bed. Caleb, as always, snored next to her. It was a good thing she was such a deep sleeper or she truly would need her own room.
    Then the bell sounded again, and she realized it was the front door. Slipping on a robe and slippers, she made her way to the door.
    “Morning, officers. Selling tickets to the police officers’ ball or is this a bust?”
    Standing there were two members of the Neo Providence police force, both fine-looking young people in their early thirties. The man smirked, the lady frowned.
    “An attempt at humor, ma’am?” she grumbled.
    “Yeah, and I guess a pretty poor one. What can I do for you?”
    “We would like a word with Caleb St. Armand,” she replied. “We understand he’s your regen guardian.”
    “That’s a matter of public record, and entirely within the law. What’s this about?”
    “Please, ma’am, if you would just call him to the door,” the man said.
    “Oh, very well,” she replied, studying their badges. “Come in, Officers Marie and Kevin, have a seat, and I’ll fetch him.”
    She turned and scampered to the bedroom, woke Caleb, and assessed him of the situation.
    “No idea what they want?” he said, pulling on clothes.
    “Nope. Is there something you should be telling me, my man?”
    “No, nothing, I’ve never been in trouble with the law. Come on, we’ll sort this out.”
    He headed for the living room, his demeanor and stance exuding confidence, which helped to ease her mind. She followed and they sat together on the couch opposite the officers. The police declined offers of coffee and donuts (another attempted joke, yet still a sincere offer), and started in with the questions.
    “Sir, are you the Caleb St. Armand of Neo Houston?” Marie said.
    He shook his head. “No, ma’am, I’ve never even been there, why do you ask?”
    “We got a flyer in the other day from Neo Houston, missing persons, a Caleb St. Armand and his wife Katrina. Then, last night, we caught your new show.”
    “Loved it, by the way,” Kevin said.
    “We?” Olivia replied.
    “Yes, we’re married,” he said.
    “Ah-hem! Can we stay on point here?” Marie asked. “Anyway, we saw his name in the credits, and wanted to check it out.”
    “A missing persons report?” Olivia said. “That’s almost unheard of. Under the law, citizens have total freedom of movement. How do you know they didn’t just leave town?”
    “According to the report, they’d both recently regened, and gotten a new lease on life,” Marie explained.
    “Just like our friend here,” Kevin added.
    “Yes, except I’ve never been married and, as I said, don’t know the town.”
    “Listen to his accent,” Olivia suggested. “Does he sound like he comes from