| Subject: The Ubiquitous Mr. Lovegrove Epilogue2 |
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Schnee
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Date Posted: 16:26:29 07/29/01 Sun
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's message, "The Ubiquitous Mr. Lovegrove" on 08:31:53 07/22/01 Sun
With a pair of blue eyes staring directly at me, I know I have her attention. I had hoped to keep it a surprise a bit longer, but sensing her continued irritation at me, I figure it may be best to shift her attention onto something else.
Her ruddy eyebrows rise with the cracking of her voice. “What do you mean-- home?”
Leaning back into my seat, I examine her demeanor. I sense her disbelief as she swipes her hand over her now closed eyes, brushing her hair back, before opening them again. Regret surfaces in me as I see the quivering of her lip. This was not the response I had anticipated. No, quite the opposite. But eerily similar to her response that evening when I escorted her back to her new apartment after I had tested her the first time on Section’s behalf.
“Please tell me you did not go and buy a house without even consulting me. Without even weighing my opinion on such a matter. Michael?” Her eyes implore me for an answer, as her choked plea pierces my soul.
“No. I didn’t purchase the home.” In truth, I hadn’t bought the house yet. But I feel on edge as I consider what she would do with the knowledge that I have rented a house with the intent to buy.
“Okay.” Nikita purses her lips, appearing perplexed as her single word hangs in the stale air of the aircraft. I consider my next words carefully. I know that she expects a further explanation, unsatisfied with my brief answer.
“Time is against us. With the baby due to arrive in less than 3 months, I’ve become acutely aware that our traveling needs to come to an end. We need to find a suitable home. Especially with you showing more and more each day.”
My hand grazes against the light fabric of her maternity dress where it covers her rounded belly. “It increases the likelihood we will be made.”
“Oh yeah, they’ll all be on the lookout for a pregnant….” Nikita stops, realizing what she is about to say. Leaning into me, she touches her lips to my neck before whispering, “For a pregnant former Section Operative and her dead colleague.”
She licks her lips lightly as she rests back into her seat, daring me to rebuke her sarcastic assessment.
“What you may view as paranoia has kept me alive this long.”
Nikita’s smile turns more grim. “I know it has.”
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