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Date Posted: 00:19:23 11/25/01 Sun
Author: Leigh
Subject: Holiday Chapter 29
In reply to: Leigh 's message, "Holiday (continuing)" on 01:18:51 11/23/01 Fri

Chapter 29:


Christmas came and went. Nikita spent Christmas day with her parents and Birkoff before returning to the city and her own apartment. She phoned Michael and they spent an hour talking. He told her of the presents he’d gotten for his sister, her husband, and their son. There was a quiet joy in his voice as he spoke and Nikita could tell how much he loved his family. She in turn told him of her day and the gifts her family had exchanged. “What will you do now?” Michael asked. “Do you have plans for the evening?”

“No,” Nikita sighed wistfully, wishing he was there. “I brought some work home. I’m going to stay in and get started on those.” Michael smiled at his end and promised to take her out when he came back to town.

Over the next few days Nikita kept herself busy with work. Most days she went in to the office early and left late. Because of her long hours and Michael’s reluctance to bother her at work, he left it to her to call him whenever she wanted. “Don’t worry about the time difference,” he told her.

“Oh, so I can bother you but you can’t bother me, is that it?” she teased, and she heard him smile.

“Call me,” came his quiet request.

There were nights when she reached home very late and, not wanting to disturb his sleep, hesitated about calling. But her desire to hear his voice just once before going to sleep always won out. She tried to wait till it was past midnight knowing that it would be early morning in France and he would be just waking, but many nights her eyes couldn’t remain open that late. She would call and he would answer, his voice thick with sleep, and as they spoke he would become more awake while she slowly drifted off.

Anticipating her call, Michael would keep his phone next to his pillow. He loved hearing her voice in the early morning hour, loved hearing her voice grow huskier as she struggled to stay awake. There were nights when he could hear the weariness in her voice after a particularly long day and he wished he could be at her side, holding her as she slept.

He was falling in love with her. It was a truth he could scarcely hide from any more and that worried him as he wondered again if a their budding relationship could stand the strain of living so far away from each other.

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