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“You can’t guarantee something like that” Sam looked her in the eyes “I won’t hold you to it, we all fuck up from time to time.”
“I know” Carmen placed her hand over the middle of Sam’s chest then looked at her hand then she laughed at the absurdity of her oath.
“But we can promise to be there for each other and to always be honest about our feelings, good or bad” Sam kissed Carmen’s forehead. “Look at you.” Sam said quite taken by Carmen’s change in demeanor.
“What?” Carmen looked at her in confusion.
“And I thought I was clingy” Sam chuckled.
“So?” Carmen tried to act defiant and hard.
“Carmen don’t worry” Sam’s laughter faded and her face took on a loving gaze, “what ever expectations you have of this relationship, I was already there before you even noticed me.” Carmen gasped as Sam sealed her statement with a kiss.
“Oh for fuck’s sakes it’s a private jet” Jenny yelled from the gate, interrupting their moment.
“Sorry” they said in unison then walked up the few feet to the gate.
“I need to talk to him” Duffy didn’t elaborate with Monique as she searched around the center looking for Oliver.
“Wait” Monique called out trying to wave down one of the volunteers down to over story time. “Follow me” she led the way into the library part of the center where Oliver sat at one of the desks reading a book. “Wait here” she told Duffy as she made sure to walk in front of the studious young man.
Duffy looked on as Monique communicated with the innocent lad who looked over at her then she nodded a greeting. Oliver left his book on the table and walked with Monique to her office as Duffy followed behind them. Once inside and seated, Duffy didn’t waste any time.
“Oliver I need to know who you and Les were working for” Duffy waited for the information to sink in then he communicated his response to Monique.
“I’ve never met them, I’ve only seen a black car with tinted windows that’s it” Monique verbalized for him.
“Can you give me names, plates, addresses, something?” Duffy remained calm as her frustration threatened to boil over.
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I love your story but I’m one of those people (probably one out of two) that just could never see Bette pregnant.
That was great and things getting more interesting!