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Date Posted: 01:19:15 04/01/02 Mon
Author: Leigh
Subject: Re: Holiday, 48
In reply to: Leigh 's message, "Holiday, 46" on 01:14:00 04/01/02 Mon

Stephen returned to New York with a feeling of great anticipation. Having been gone for two months, he was looking forward to going back home and especially at seeing Nikita again. True to his word, he had not attempted to contact her during the time he had been gone, but it hadn’t been easy. Not a day hadn’t passed that he hadn’t thought of her and wondered how she was.

He’d been tempted several times during phone conversations with friends back at home to ask if they’d seen or heard from her. But Stephen recognized that it was this very possessiveness that had pushed Nikita away in the first place, and so he vowed to give her the space she needed.

His flight arrived back in New York just before 10a.m. and Stephen took a taxi to his apartment. He restrained his urge to call Nikita right away. He aired out his apartment, did some laundry and cleaning and then went out and bought some grocery. He made a few phone calls to friends to let them know he was back in town and also to his office.

At 7:30, unable to contain his longing to see her any longer, Stephen phoned her apartment. Don’t push, he reminded himself, just call and say hello and let her know you’re here.

The phone rang several times and with each ring Stephen’s anxiety grew. Was she home? Would she be glad to hear from him? He’d been disappointed but not surprised that she hadn’t tried to contact him at all while he was in California. Any other man would have taken that as a sign to throw in the towel, but not Stephen. They’d dated for over two years, and that, he knew, was longer than she had dated any one else. He believed in his heart that he and Nikita were perfect for each other. They were both ambitious, wanted the same things out of life, came from similar backgrounds, and he got along well with her family, and he loved her.

Stephen’s heart pounded and his mouth grew dry as he heard the phone being answered, but instead of Nikita it was an answering service informing him that his call was being forwarded to another number. She must be at her parents, Stephen thought, and waited for the call to connect.

**

Michael was reading when the phone rang. He glanced at his watch and noted the time with some surprise. He was expecting a call from Nikita but not at least for another hour or two. He placed the papers he was reading aside and reached for the phone. “Hello?”

Stephen frowned, not recognizing the male voice on the other end of the phone. “I’m sorry,” he began, “I think I have the wrong number.”

Michael was about to hang up, disappointed that it wasn’t Nikita, and then the male voice on the phone said suddenly, “Is this the Wolfe’s residence?”

Michael blinked. “No.”

“Oh.” Stephen apologized again and prepared to hang up.

“Are you looking for Nikita?”

Stephen paused, mouth open and his expression puzzled. “Y-yes. Is she there?”

“May I ask who’s calling?”

Stephen’s brows arched. Who was this guy and why was Nikita’s calls being forwarded to his number? “My name’s Stephen,” he answered. “I’m a friend of Nikita’s.”

Michael repeated the name silently. Stephen? No, the name definitely did not ring a bell. It was probably an old friend of Nikita’s, one he hadn’t met yet. “I’m afraid Nikita’s not home right now,” he informed Stephen. “She’s out of town for a few days.”

Home! A warning bell went off inside Stephen’s mind. What did he mean, ‘Nikita wasn’t home’? His grip on the phone tightened. “Who am I speaking with?” he asked.

“This is Michael.”

Michael. Stephen shook his head. “And you are. . .?”

This time it was Michael who arched his brows. He had half a mind to say something rude and hang up but curiosity and some other emotion he didn’t want to identify got the better of him. “I’m a friend of Nikita’s,” he replied.

“And why are her phone calls being forwarded to your number?” Stephen asked.

That did it. Forget about being cordial. “Her calls are being forwarded here,” he said quite deliberately, “because she lives here with me.”

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  • Re: Holiday, 49 -- Leigh, 01:21:04 04/01/02 Mon
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