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Date Posted: 04/10/11 11:11:38pm
In reply to:
Shania
's message, "^I'm Gonna Get Ya Good^" on 04/10/11 4:01:38pm
He could see her gearing up for another punch, and took an instinctive step back. He was surprised to see her balled fist come to a rest at her side, and even more so when her voice had lowered to a conversational tone. Good...now he wouldn't have to be glancing over his shoulder for the cops while they resolved this.
He'd truly never known he'd come to mean so much to her, long ago. Maybe she'd been bad at showing it...maybe he'd been just naive enough to be blind to it. He thought it was probably somewhere in the middle, and either way, it was sad that they'd never really had the chance to make it work. How different would things have been if the bust had happened just even a month later? It probably wasn't best to think of all of the what-ifs...but he'd thought of it often over the years.
"I didn't know." It sounded empty even to his own ears, but it was the truth. "I thought you'd be fine. You're so damn strong all the time, Shania...sometimes, you're hard to read." To a young, lovestruck man...maybe even impossible.
"You think that after all of this time, they are still after you?" He shook his head, taking a deep breath. A decade was a long time...and so much had passed with those years. The things the crew had been through had been sobering...and he had a feeling a good many of them weren't holding many grudges from the past. "Sphinx nearly died. Tumbler has spent the past ten years in prison. Memphis got bit by the Feds, too." He frowned. "And me? I turned out ok. Getting hurt didn't kill me, so I don't think after all that's happened that they'll be down your throat."
As turned, cell phone in hand, hellbent on getting away from him, he swore under his breath. This woman was so hard headed...maybe it had been a blessing in disguise that he'd had time to grow up. The kid he'd been would have crumbled under this little pistol. He had always known her to be stubborn, but Goddamn, she was giving him a run for his money.
Her compliment then reoccurred to him. Girls crawling all over him? That was almost laughable. He hadn't been interested in other women over the years. Sure, he'd had encounters...but the serious stuff? The way he'd felt when he was with this stubborn little pistol? He'd known he'd never find that again, so he'd never even tried. In fact, he supposed he hadn't even wanted it. Shania had always been the star of every dream, and everyone else paled in comparison.
Having set her suitcase down, he was well on his way after her before she'd cast that nearly pleading look over her shoulder. She wasn't the only one calling the shots anymore...and even if she punched him again, he was about to show it.
He took her phone from her grasp, shutting the device. Dark eyes stared at her, waiting for sign of attack as he spoke. "Shania...for once in your life...just stop." His voice was soft. "The only plan I've got is talk to you. So don't go." The desire to remain unpunched was strong, or he probably would have kissed her just about then. She was every bit the beauty he'd remembered her as, and how he'd missed her.
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