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That’s my new mantra.
I know! I should be focusing on the fact that I’m stuck in this house, notwhoI’m with.
Except, without him, it’d be a bit unbearable.
Except, it still kinda is because of the necessary distance that’s been erected between us.
Do not think of the word erect and Thayer in the same sentence.
It’s hard, err difficult already to forget since I can remember exactly how good he felt when I was on his lap.
In all fairness, the place is pretty stocked in regards to entertainment, food, and so on. There’s even a cappuccino machine.
Apparently, a previous occupant was quite well to do and wanted to show his appreciation by furnishing the dwelling with numerous amenities to make the stay for those who followed him more pleasant.
Have to say, he did a damn fine job of that.
It’s almost a resort, minus the pool and freedom to leave.
Oh, and not having a serial killer potentially after you.
You know, little things like that.
After the quietly heated discussion between the detectives – labels that serve to remind me of what’s at stake requiring our restraint – that no doubt pertained to me, I was shown to my room. It’s beside Thayer’s, for safety reasons, with a connecting door should he need to get to me quickly without being seen.
They then proceeded to give me a tour, pointing out the various exits, a panic room, where the burner phones are kept, and grilled me on what to do should something occur.
The possibilities of what could go wrong were mentally draining. So, once they were confident I could recite them in my sleep, I excused myself and did exactly that.
Thankfully, that didn’t include nightmares, but more like my subconscious wanted to test me. See if I could function as necessary while not fully coherent.
Dream me nailed it each time. I can only hope awake me is just as efficient.
Not only for my sake, but for Thayer and Willis’. Or whoever is unfortunate enough to be with me if something goes down.
Though, as I prefer to be honest, I’ll admit that I’m unsure about the pair I was just introduced to.
Detectives Thomas Jones and Sarah Carlton seem competent, though not as friendly as Thayer and Willis. Jones gives a by the book vibe. Carlton, however, I feel as if my very existence rubs her the wrong way.
Is it just people in general she dislikes?
While they are partners, I haven’t witnessed any of the camaraderie between her and Jones that’s consistently exhibited between Thayer and Willis. Quite the opposite, in fact. They don’t appear to agree on anything. Including how they should handle me.
Jones heads to the kitchen, presumably to the coffee pot. I know there’s some brewing, if not already done. I quickly discovered it’s always available. As well as the reason for so many versions of creamer in the cupboards and fridge. The brew tastes like tar without it. While he’s gone, Carlton looks around. Taking everything in.
Hasn’t she been here before?
I’m about to ask when she says, “We’ve got it from here, guys.” I see Willis glance at Thayer and receive an amused shrug at the obvious dismissal.
Even Jones, upon his return with a steaming mug, appears a bit surprised by it, though he doesn’t address it. Instead he gives Thayer and Willis a nod. “We’ll contact you if anything happens,” he promises, eyes locked on Thayer before switching to Willis.
“Afterward,” Carlton corrects, uncaring of the reactions of the other three cops. Jones is staring at her. Willis is rubbing his hand over his short hair. Thayer, though? He’s pissed. Getting to my feet, lest I need to do something, I watch and wait. “Once we’ve handled everything here.” I quickly step forward, walking through the distance separating Thayer from Carlton. It’s not that I fear he’ll physically hurt her – that’s not the kind of man he is, but that he’ll verbally hurt his career. While that would free us up to be together, or at least start to explore what could be, I don’t want it like this.
My hand skims Thayer’s arm in an attempt to calm him. My fingers tingle at the contact while my heart warms as he retreats. No words are exchanged, yet so much is said as he stares at my face.
Thank you. That’s him.
You’re welcome. Me.
