want Robert held responsible for his actions, I want my part in this mess, over and done with.
I scrub my hair and body, trying to erase the memory of Robert, from every cell. Thoroughly scrubbed and dry, I tidy up the bathroom. Wrapping myself in a huge soft bath towel, I crack the bathroom door open a slither and peer down the corridor. All clear. I quickly swing across to Savannah's room on my crutches. Savannah has neatly laid out the dress, a camisole with built in support and matching panties on the bed and a pair of soft black ballet type shoes on the floor.
I dress and comb the knots out of my hair with a comb left on the bed before finger drying it under a hairdryer I spy plugged into a socket. I study myself now in front of the full-length mirror attached to one door of the wardrobe.
The dress is stunning. So simple. Holding on to the ornate bed frame for support, I turn to look at the back and pucker my lips in satisfaction as the dress swirls sensually around my legs. I smooth my hair down and grab the crutches. Acacia is back in control. I grin smugly.
When I return to the large living room, Savannah is seated stiffly at a small writing desk I had not noticed earlier. She is talking on the phone and her voice is soft but authoritative.
"Morgan, you are over reacting. No. You do not need to call in the Marines. Besides, if we can't get out, no-one will get in." She looks up and notices me, giving me a reassuring smile. "All I'm saying is Chayton needs to stay here for a couple of days. I am sure you can sort something out. Thank you."
She hangs up the phone and swivels the small office chair to face me. "Well the pass is closed, so I'm afraid you're stuck here for a few days, until we can get it cleared. He doesn't know it yet, but Chayton will be staying here with you."
"You're going somewhere?" I ask confused.
"Yes, a friend is getting married in two weeks and she is completely hopeless so I'm going to spend a few days helping her get organised."
"But the pass? ” I ask, sinking into a chair.
"She lives on the same side of the pass as us I'm afraid."
"Oh. Okay. How long before the pass is clear?" I ask. This is not a welcome development.
"A couple of days."
"I um, have important business to attend to in Seattle on Monday," I reply, thinking about the proposal I wanted to go through with Grant.
"Well, it's possible...but not likely. Can your business be done via video conference, or email? We have facilities here, which you are more than welcome to use."
I chew on my lip in thought. I could ask Grant to email the proposal over with his notes and arrange a conference call for Monday evening with the full committee. If I can get my Black Berry charged, I can at least keep in touch with the accountant and with Grace. Other than that, I am sure life will carry on just fine without me. If I can keep busy, I can hopefully avoid spending too much time with Chayton as well.
"Yes. Thank you. I guess I can work remotely. Do you have a charger for a Black Berry? Mine is dead."
"I'm sure there is one in the office. Shall we have lunch first?"
We stand and both wince loudly.
"Gosh, we are a pathetic sight," she giggles rubbing a spot on her back tenderly.
"Yes we are. The last of the great walking wounded!" I sigh in amusement and Savannah bursts out laughing again.
~.~
25th March
"Sit. I think I can manage to put a breakfast together," Chayton orders and with relief, I slump onto a dining chair at the table. Savannah left last night when her friend came to collect her. I have discovered that there is a full time cook and cleaner but she is on leave for a few days, so Chayton and I are completely on our own. I do not know what rock he crawled under but this is the first time I have seen Chayton since the good doctor's visit yesterday.
He is looking hot as ever, although his stubble is getting a little
I scrub my hair and body, trying to erase the memory of Robert, from every cell. Thoroughly scrubbed and dry, I tidy up the bathroom. Wrapping myself in a huge soft bath towel, I crack the bathroom door open a slither and peer down the corridor. All clear. I quickly swing across to Savannah's room on my crutches. Savannah has neatly laid out the dress, a camisole with built in support and matching panties on the bed and a pair of soft black ballet type shoes on the floor.
I dress and comb the knots out of my hair with a comb left on the bed before finger drying it under a hairdryer I spy plugged into a socket. I study myself now in front of the full-length mirror attached to one door of the wardrobe.
The dress is stunning. So simple. Holding on to the ornate bed frame for support, I turn to look at the back and pucker my lips in satisfaction as the dress swirls sensually around my legs. I smooth my hair down and grab the crutches. Acacia is back in control. I grin smugly.
When I return to the large living room, Savannah is seated stiffly at a small writing desk I had not noticed earlier. She is talking on the phone and her voice is soft but authoritative.
"Morgan, you are over reacting. No. You do not need to call in the Marines. Besides, if we can't get out, no-one will get in." She looks up and notices me, giving me a reassuring smile. "All I'm saying is Chayton needs to stay here for a couple of days. I am sure you can sort something out. Thank you."
She hangs up the phone and swivels the small office chair to face me. "Well the pass is closed, so I'm afraid you're stuck here for a few days, until we can get it cleared. He doesn't know it yet, but Chayton will be staying here with you."
"You're going somewhere?" I ask confused.
"Yes, a friend is getting married in two weeks and she is completely hopeless so I'm going to spend a few days helping her get organised."
"But the pass? ” I ask, sinking into a chair.
"She lives on the same side of the pass as us I'm afraid."
"Oh. Okay. How long before the pass is clear?" I ask. This is not a welcome development.
"A couple of days."
"I um, have important business to attend to in Seattle on Monday," I reply, thinking about the proposal I wanted to go through with Grant.
"Well, it's possible...but not likely. Can your business be done via video conference, or email? We have facilities here, which you are more than welcome to use."
I chew on my lip in thought. I could ask Grant to email the proposal over with his notes and arrange a conference call for Monday evening with the full committee. If I can get my Black Berry charged, I can at least keep in touch with the accountant and with Grace. Other than that, I am sure life will carry on just fine without me. If I can keep busy, I can hopefully avoid spending too much time with Chayton as well.
"Yes. Thank you. I guess I can work remotely. Do you have a charger for a Black Berry? Mine is dead."
"I'm sure there is one in the office. Shall we have lunch first?"
We stand and both wince loudly.
"Gosh, we are a pathetic sight," she giggles rubbing a spot on her back tenderly.
"Yes we are. The last of the great walking wounded!" I sigh in amusement and Savannah bursts out laughing again.
~.~
25th March
"Sit. I think I can manage to put a breakfast together," Chayton orders and with relief, I slump onto a dining chair at the table. Savannah left last night when her friend came to collect her. I have discovered that there is a full time cook and cleaner but she is on leave for a few days, so Chayton and I are completely on our own. I do not know what rock he crawled under but this is the first time I have seen Chayton since the good doctor's visit yesterday.
He is looking hot as ever, although his stubble is getting a little
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