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We fit together perfectly, like we’d being doing it our
entire lives.
    Breakfast was bacon and a choice of water or flat champagne.
    “We need to do some shopping.”
    “True. I should get some stuff to fix the door as well. You
never know what’s lurking out there in the woods.”
    I rolled my eyes, “I meant food and stuff, but sure.”
    “Carrie I…” His tone took a turn for the melancholy and he
hesitated, his brow furrowed. “I’d stay here forever if I could.”
    But… I knew it was coming. Last night was amazing,
but guys like him don’t end up with girls like me. It’s the way of the world.
    “But, my life is… complicated. There are things I need to
take care of. Things I have to do alone.”
    I prodded the bacon around my plate, unable to meet his
eyes.
    “And then I’ll find you again I promise.”
    “You promise?” My voice was meek and needy, on the verge of
breaking.
    “It’s more than a promise. A promise is a commitment that
you try and keep. This is something more than that. Do you understand? I can’t
explain everything but there is something between us and whatever it is it’s
stronger than words and it’s stronger than empty promises. I’ll need to
find you again. I can’t conceive of a world where I don’t find you again.”
    I understood. I understood because I felt it too.
    “But before I go. I want to show you something. There’s some
people I want you to meet. We need to go shopping and then I’ll take you to
them.”
    When I looked up I was surprised to see his piercing blue
eyes were damp with tears.
     
    - X -
     
    As much as I really wanted a ride on his motorbike, he
insisted we take the pickup. Although by way of compensation he promised that
we’d keep an eye out for a store that sold helmets so he could take me for a
ride later. I tried to spin that into some kind of humorous double-entendre and
managed to get a half-chuckle out of him before he stopped and froze in his
tracks.
    He sniffed the air and looked concerned, then he sniffed the
truck, before turning to me.
    “Whose truck is this? It’s not yours.”
    “No, why? What’s the problem?”
    A growl, “Whose is it?”
    He sounded angry and upset and I didn’t appreciate the way
he was speaking to me. It reminded me of our first encounter, when he’d
suddenly freaked out and started accusing me of being sent by someone. I really
had no idea what he was on about, but had to admit that the violent mood swings
were a bit of a concern.
    “It’s my father’s OK and do you think you could tone down
the asshole, just a little bit?”
    “I… sorry. I just… there’s some things I can’t…”
    “I get it. Secret missions and all that. You don’t have to
tell me if you don’t want to, but you can’t turn on a dime and start talking to
me like that. It’s not how people who...”
    People who what? I’d backed myself into a corner. People who
love each other? We’d only known each other for a day at most. Of course it had
been a fairly eventful day, both in and out of the bedroom.
    He apologized and then grinned when I tossed him the keys. I
didn’t feel like driving and he, like pretty much every man I’ve ever known,
was much more comfortable behind the wheel than in the passenger seat. However,
on the long ride into town I did notice him sniff the air and frown on more
than one occasion. Something was bothering him.
     
    - X -
     
    I gathered the ingredients for a nice meal. Nothing too
heavy. A way to a man’s heart was through his stomach and all that, but it if
this was going to be our last day together for a while, it wasn’t just his
heart I was interested in.
    Once I was done James took control of the trolley and
steered it towards the pharmacy. He grabbed handfuls of aspirin and bandages
and a couple of first aid kits. He was a man on a mission and it didn’t seem
right to interrupt him for an explanation. From there he headed to the tinned
food aisle and once he’d cleaned that