a ski mask and a striped pullover.” Kit looked at
her Stella, her eyes open wide at her words. “I’m kidding Stella. We just dress
casually.”
Casual? That seemed to be a letdown for Stella.
“In the movies…”
“Since when is real life a movie, princess?”
“Since you landed into mine.” Her life was bill-paying
boring until he rocked her tidy little world.
Kit smiled at her confession and leaned into her.
“Shook it up pretty badly huh?”
“Real bad.” Stella looked at the delicious lips so close to
hers. Do not be kissing the thief, Stella warned herself mentally. Kissing led
to doing other things with him and while they were good what future did she
have with this thief of hers? Not that he was hers except for this moment. “So
casual clothes?”
“Yeah we want to fit in.”
Stella couldn’t imagine Kit not standing out in a crowd. He
was just someone you would naturally look at. Or was that only if you were
female and hormonally charged?
“Are you going home to the bat cave to change clothes?” Kit
was till in the same black trousers and white shirt he had worn at the wedding.
“Have you got any men’s clothes here?”
“No.” Did he think she was a cross dresser?
“Good to know.” Kit grinned as Stella blushed at his words.
How was that possible after some of the things she had done to him and
together? But it was also sweet and loveable. “We’ll swing by the Chermside
shopping centre on the way and buy some clothes for me.”
Chermside was a huge shopping centre that was normally
frantically busy. If they got there early enough then they could get in and out
without getting caught up in the madness. One madness at time was enough for
Stella.
“Okay so we go to the museum and do what?”
“I return the real one and leave their fake so they know
they have the real one back.”
“And you can sell the two fakes you have.”
“Exactly.”
Stella wasn’t surprised at his confirmation. The man ran a
business. He had money to make.
“Don’t you feel bad about flogging fakes?” She did not want
to take the moral high ground but she still had to ask.
“No, because people always want stuff they can’t have. They
don’t need to know they’re fakes. If they get what they think they need to make
them happy then that’s good. I, in turn, am happy to make a profit and the
world still continues to turn without anyone getting hurt.”
“And you live to ‘acquire ‘stuff another day.” Stella did
not add, “followed with walking out of my life and me putting on ten pounds
trying to forget you”. She didn’t want to sound pathetic. She was borderline
desperate and possibly needy but not pathetic. There was a slim degree of
difference. Besides, she was sure it was the sex that made her needy. She would
get over that in time. Three years from now she wouldn’t remember Kit. Okay
maybe five and a half years from now…
“What?” Kit knew there was so much going on that Stella
chose not to say.
“Nothing.” Stella tried to look blank and in control.
“Uh-huh.” Kit didn’t believe that for a second. “You can
talk to me about stuff you’re feeling.”
Great sex and a man who wanted to listen to her? The dream
of every woman. Naturally the gods sent her the one man she was fairly sure could
not have. Maybe she should have gone to church and prayed more often. All her
good intentions always came too late.
“I’m not feeling anything.” Stella was trying to pretend she
was at work and in her usual numbed stated of automated office worker.
“Right.” Kit was a liar, and he knew another liar when he
heard one. Stella Rowallan was fibbing big time.
Stella knew it was time to gird her loins and get back on
track.
“Where are the idols?” She remembered seeing the duffel bag
in the car last night but not after that.
Kit produced the bag. He had left it on her sofa. It seemed
weird to have something so precious in her home dumped on her sofa among
her Stella, her eyes open wide at her words. “I’m kidding Stella. We just dress
casually.”
Casual? That seemed to be a letdown for Stella.
“In the movies…”
“Since when is real life a movie, princess?”
“Since you landed into mine.” Her life was bill-paying
boring until he rocked her tidy little world.
Kit smiled at her confession and leaned into her.
“Shook it up pretty badly huh?”
“Real bad.” Stella looked at the delicious lips so close to
hers. Do not be kissing the thief, Stella warned herself mentally. Kissing led
to doing other things with him and while they were good what future did she
have with this thief of hers? Not that he was hers except for this moment. “So
casual clothes?”
“Yeah we want to fit in.”
Stella couldn’t imagine Kit not standing out in a crowd. He
was just someone you would naturally look at. Or was that only if you were
female and hormonally charged?
“Are you going home to the bat cave to change clothes?” Kit
was till in the same black trousers and white shirt he had worn at the wedding.
“Have you got any men’s clothes here?”
“No.” Did he think she was a cross dresser?
“Good to know.” Kit grinned as Stella blushed at his words.
How was that possible after some of the things she had done to him and
together? But it was also sweet and loveable. “We’ll swing by the Chermside
shopping centre on the way and buy some clothes for me.”
Chermside was a huge shopping centre that was normally
frantically busy. If they got there early enough then they could get in and out
without getting caught up in the madness. One madness at time was enough for
Stella.
“Okay so we go to the museum and do what?”
“I return the real one and leave their fake so they know
they have the real one back.”
“And you can sell the two fakes you have.”
“Exactly.”
Stella wasn’t surprised at his confirmation. The man ran a
business. He had money to make.
“Don’t you feel bad about flogging fakes?” She did not want
to take the moral high ground but she still had to ask.
“No, because people always want stuff they can’t have. They
don’t need to know they’re fakes. If they get what they think they need to make
them happy then that’s good. I, in turn, am happy to make a profit and the
world still continues to turn without anyone getting hurt.”
“And you live to ‘acquire ‘stuff another day.” Stella did
not add, “followed with walking out of my life and me putting on ten pounds
trying to forget you”. She didn’t want to sound pathetic. She was borderline
desperate and possibly needy but not pathetic. There was a slim degree of
difference. Besides, she was sure it was the sex that made her needy. She would
get over that in time. Three years from now she wouldn’t remember Kit. Okay
maybe five and a half years from now…
“What?” Kit knew there was so much going on that Stella
chose not to say.
“Nothing.” Stella tried to look blank and in control.
“Uh-huh.” Kit didn’t believe that for a second. “You can
talk to me about stuff you’re feeling.”
Great sex and a man who wanted to listen to her? The dream
of every woman. Naturally the gods sent her the one man she was fairly sure could
not have. Maybe she should have gone to church and prayed more often. All her
good intentions always came too late.
“I’m not feeling anything.” Stella was trying to pretend she
was at work and in her usual numbed stated of automated office worker.
“Right.” Kit was a liar, and he knew another liar when he
heard one. Stella Rowallan was fibbing big time.
Stella knew it was time to gird her loins and get back on
track.
“Where are the idols?” She remembered seeing the duffel bag
in the car last night but not after that.
Kit produced the bag. He had left it on her sofa. It seemed
weird to have something so precious in her home dumped on her sofa among
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