- Aloha, Mr. Steele 2/8
Date: Saturday, May 17, 2008
- From: "SusanRS" <myrtlelauragroggins@yahoo.com>
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- Aloha, Mr. Steele
- Chapter two
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- Remington and Laura stood together
outside their hotel suite. He fumbled to put the key in the lock
and open the door. There were so many times they had tried to
be together but something always got in the way: The Devil's
Playground, Acapulco, Cannes, San Francisco . . . the list was
too long, and too painful, to recall every one. It was as if
fate, or some power larger than themselves, was purposely trying
to keep them apart for as long as possible. He cursed it and
thanked it at the same time, realizing that all of the missed
chances were what had brought them to this moment when they were
both ready, without reservation. Now nothing seemed to be standing
between them and the bedroom. Well nothing, except the *bloody*
lock!
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- "Nervous?" Laura asked
with a slight grin.
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- "Me? . . . No," he replied
unconvincingly. "How about you?"
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- "Not at all," she said
*very* convincingly. "Here. Let me help you."
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- Laura placed her soft, smooth hand
on top of his. She caressed his fingers and gently turned the
key. He opened the door and led her inside. Remington smiled
as he placed the *Do Not Disturb* sign outside the door before
closing and locking it.
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- The suite was absolutely exquisite.
There was a large living area with a sofa, love seat, coffee
table and television. There was also a kitchen with a dining
table and seating for four. On the far wall was a two-way fireplace
that was shared with the private master bedroom. The curtains
were open to the private lanai which had two chaise lounges and
another dining table with four more chairs. Although he couldn't
see it, Remington was sure there was a big, comfortable bed waiting
for them in the master bedroom. He smiled because he knew *this*
time he wouldn't be sleeping on a lumpy couch. In fact, Mr. Steele
was pretty sure his days of sleeping on couches were over.
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- "This is beautiful!" she
said, walking over to the sliding glass door. Laura noticed a
path that lead from their room right down to the beach. "Look
at the view!"
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- "It's incredible!" Remington
replied, not taking his eyes off of her.
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- Remington removed his floral lei
and gently placed it on the table. He took off his jacket and
draped it over the back of the sofa. He unfastened his cuffs
and rolled up his sleeves while walking towards her. Remington
came up behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist. He
leaned down and began kissing and nibbling the side of her neck.
Laura closed her eyes and quietly moaned in delight. He gently
turned her so she was facing him, and then leaned in to kiss
her. But, before their lips met, he stopped and gently traced
the outline of her lips with his tongue. Their lips finally touched
and he gently kissed her. She enthusiastically returned the kiss
and weaved her fingers in his hair. Their kiss became very passionate.
When they pulled away to catch their breath, they stared longingly
into each others eyes. They burned deep with desire. Everything
was said without speaking a word. Laura reached up and untied
his tie. She removed it and tossed it aside. She began unbuttoning
his shirt from the top down and when she was finished she slid
it off of his shoulders and dropped it to the floor. Laura ran
her fingers through his glorious chest hair. The one word she
said next surprised him.
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- "Remington."
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- She had never called him that. It
had always been "Mr. Steele." The sound of her lilting
voice saying his name was exhilarating. Laura moved her fingertips
over his shoulders, up the sides of his neck and back into his
hair. She pulled him down for a torrid kiss.
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- Laura looked into his blazing blue
eyes and said in a deep, sultry voice, "Let's go check out
the view in the bedroom." She took him by the hand and led
him there.
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- ******
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- They were laying together, their
bodies entwined, completely exhausted, savoring the feeling of
having made love for the first time. This was the moment for
which they had waited so long, and it was even more than they
had imagined it would be. They wanted to make the magic last
as long as possible. Remington ran his long, slender fingers
through Laura's silky hair as he showered her face and neck with
velvety kisses. Laura eyes were closed, enjoying his ministrations
as her hands delicately caressed the extraordinary body of the
man she had desired to touch for so long.
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- "Laura?"
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- "Hmmm?"
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- "Finally. . . We're sleeping
together."
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- "Laura opened her eyes and
smiled at him. "Yes, Mr. Steele, we are."
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- Remington gave her a soft kiss on
the lips. "Did you bring the letter I wrote you?"
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- "Yes," she replied. "Why?"
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- Remington smiled at her, raised
one eyebrow and gave her a lascivious look. "I have just
discovered some more *wonderful qualities* I would like to add!"
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- "Oh, no, you don't!" she
said playfully. "You're not going to ruin my beautiful letter
with some sophomoric comments."
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- Remington chuckled a little and
then became more serious. "I'm kidding. Please, Laura, will
you get it?"
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- Laura slid out of bed and walked
across the room to her suitcase knowing full well he was watching
her the whole time.
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- "How's the view?" she
asked, without turning around.
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- "Absolutely breathtaking!"
he replied.
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- Laura turned around to walk back
and he added, "That's even better!"
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- Laura grinned at him as she climbed
back into bed and handed him the envelope. She laid her head
on his shoulder and asked, "Will you read it?"
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- Remington removed the letter, unfolded
it and began reading silently to himself. She knew he was teasing
her. Laura grabbed his ribs to tickle him. He flinched.
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- "Laura!"
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- "Out loud, please," she
said.
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- "Oh . . . Of course,"
he smirked, "Anything for you."
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- Laura closed her eyes and listened
as he began reading.
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- "When I ponder Laura's most
wonderful and endearing qualities, many thoughts come to mind.
She is talented, intelligent and creative. She invented Remington
Steele out of thin air and for that I will be eternally grateful."
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- Remington stopped and kissed her
forehead, then continued reading.
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- "She is strong, both physically
and emotionally. She is elegant, yet down-to-earth. She is sophisticated.
She is daring and determined. There isn't anything she won't
try. She is challenging, both to herself and to those around
her. And my favorite quality of all, she is stubborn. Because
of these wonderful qualities, I discovered the real Laura beneath
the beautiful exterior. These are the qualities that brought
us together. These are the qualities that keep us together."
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- Laura opened her eyes to look at
him because she knew he was at the end of the letter. But he
continued speaking, as if there were more words on the page.
"She is the sunlight in the morning. She is a breath of
fresh air. She has a smile that would melt your heart."
Remington turned and looked right into her eyes. "She has
the most beautiful chocolate brown eyes." Her whole body
tingled when he said the word *chocolate*. He ran his fingers
down the side of her face. "She is the love of my life."
Remington gave her a kiss on the lips and then looked right into
her soul. "She is the woman I want to be with, forever."
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- They stared at each other for what
seemed like an eternity. Neither one spoke. Laura knew the words
had come straight from his heart. Her eyes began to glisten from
unshed tears of joy. She broke their gaze when she turned away
to leave the bed.
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- "Where are you going?"
Remington asked, reaching for her hand.
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- "I'm going to get a pen,"
she replied. "So you can write those things down . . . So
I'll never forget them."
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- Remington pulled her back into the
bed and right next to him before she could get away.
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- "I don't need to write them
down, Laura. I will say those words
to you every day for the rest of my life . . . So you`ll always
remember them."
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- Laura's eyes filled with tears that
she couldn't keep from falling. "I'm so sorry," she
said, lowering her head so he couldn't look at her.
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- Remington placed two fingers under
her chin and raised her head so they were looking into each others
eyes again. Her cocoa brown eyes were glistening with tears.
He gently brushed them away with his thumb.
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- "Sorry for what?" he asked
tenderly.
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- Laura looked lovingly into his eyes
". . . Sorry for making you wait so long . . . For us to
become lovers." She waited for a response, but he just stared
deeply into her sparkling eyes. Laura continued, "I was
just thinking . . ."
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- Remington didn't let her finish
that sentence. He covered her mouth with his and hungrily kissed
her. When their lips parted, he said, "I thought you weren't
going to bring that part of your brain here."
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- "I didn't say that," she
replied. "I said I brought the *feeling* part of my brain
here, too."
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- Remington kissed her forehead, "Well,
then, what is *that* part of your brain *feeling*?"
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- Laura thought for a moment, smiled,
and then said, ". . . Happy."
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- The most incredible grin came across
Remington's face.
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- "Then let's not talk about
regrets or *what-ifs*," he said. "Making love with
you was magnificent. And it was so much more meaningful because
we were ready, because it was the right time and because we both
wanted it. We each have made mistakes in our relationship. But
all of the choices we've made have brought us to this point;
to the happiness we're feeling right now. Let's not dwell on
the past. Let's say we concentrate on where we want to go from
today, eh?"
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- "Okay . . ," she said
reluctantly, not sure where they *were* going next.
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- Remington leaned in and kissed her.
"Laura, I love you."
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- "You do?" she asked in
disbelief, tears welling up in her eyes again.
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- "Of course I do," he replied,
stroking the side of her face. "Don't you know?"
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- Laura smiled and wiped a tear away.
"I suppose I do," she replied. "I guess I just
needed to hear you say it."
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- Remington kissed her again.
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- "I love you, too," she
said.
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- "I know," he said softly.
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- "You do?" Laura asked,
surprised.
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- "Of course, I do," he
answered. "You have shown me many times how you feel about
me. But I *do* like hearing you say it."
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- Laura shook her head. "We're
quite the pair, aren't we?" she said. "We've been trying
to communicate and it's like we speak two different languages."
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- "Well," he replied. "I
think we've found a new way of communicating." Remington
grinned and wiggled his eyebrows. "And it doesn't require
any talking." Laura grinned back.
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- He kissed her again. Their kiss
became more passionate. They had no need to speak again for a
*long* time.
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- ******
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- "How would you like to get
something to eat?" Remington asked as
he placed a soft kiss on Laura's bare shoulder. "The last
meal we had was on the flight here."
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- "Sounds wonderful," Laura
replied, running her fingers up his arm. "I *am* hungry."
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- "Would you like to go out or
order in?" he asked.
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- "Definitely order in,"
she replied. "We haven't even unpacked yet. I'm not ready
to get dressed and leave this room." Laura looked up at
him and smiled. "But, I *would* like to take a shower .
. . Care to join me?"
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- Remington's eyes lit up. It seemed
that Laura was trying to fulfill every fantasy he had ever dreamed
of. Or perhaps she was trying to fulfill some of her own. Either
way, it was wonderful and he was enjoying every minute of it.
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- "Love to," he said with
a grin. "What would you like to eat?"
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- "Anything you order will be
fine," she replied.
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- "Ok," he said. "I'll
call room service while you warm up the shower." Remington
gave her a wink. "Then I'll be in to wash your back."
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- Laura climbed across him to get
to the bathroom. He couldn't resist. Remington pulled her on
top of him for a kiss.
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- "Thank you," he said.
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- "For what?" she asked.
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- "For bringing us here . . .
For planning this vacation . . . For just being you."
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- "My pleasure," Laura said
smiling and kissed him again before practically skipping into
the bathroom. She closed the door behind her.
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- Remington *would* order their dinner,
but first he had to make another call. He waited until he heard
the water running, then he picked up the phone and dialed the
number.
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- ******
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- After a very long and *very* satisfying
shower, Remington and Laura emerged from the bathroom wearing
the plush bathrobes provided by the hotel. Laura had pulled her
damp hair up into a bun.
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- "I wonder if we missed our
room service?" Laura inquired.
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- "I knew we'd be in there a
while," Remington replied with a wink. "So I asked
them to hold our order until I called back." He picked up
the phone to call.
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- Laura walked around and picked up
the clothes that were strewn about the room. Then she went to
her suitcase and began unpacking.
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- ". . . Thank you . . . Bye."
Remington hung up the phone. "Our food will be here shortly."
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- "Great," she replied.
"I'm famished."
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- Laura hung up clothes in the closet.
Remington walked up behind her and wrapped his arms around her
waist.
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- "We can't have that,"
he whispered in her ear. "We have to keep your strength
up."
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- He began kissing the side of her
neck.
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- Laura laughed. "You're insatiable."
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- Remington turned her around to face
him. "Laura, I can't imagine ever getting enough of this,
enough of you."
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- He held her tightly and kissed her
deeply.
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- They heard a knock at the door.
Remington and Laura broke their kiss and looked at each other.
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- "That was quick," he said.
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- "Seems like old times,"
she replied.
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- Remington smiled. "Chevy Chase,
Goldie Hawn. Columbia 1980."
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- "I think I missed that one,"
Laura said then joked, "Perhaps it's Mildred."
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- "I wouldn't put it past her,"
he said. "If it is Mildred," he added, with a hint
of sarcasm, "She's fired." He released their embrace
and went to answer the door.
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- Laura continued unpacking and putting
clothes away.
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- "Our dinner is here,"
Remington called from the other room.
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- "I'll be right there,"
Laura called back.
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- Laura entered the living room. The
room was dark, except for the light from the two flickering candles
on the dining table. Remington was setting the plates of food
on the placemats. Laura walked over and picked up his shirt and
tie that had been discarded earlier and draped them over the
back of the couch with his jacket. Remington pulled out her chair.
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- "For you, my love," he
said, motioning to the chair.
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- "Thank you," she said,
as she sat down. "Everything looks delicious."
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- Remington popped the cork on the
champagne, filled their glasses and then sat down.
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- "A magnum of champagne?"
Laura asked, smiling. It wasn't a magnum, but she could see he
was amused. She continued the familiar dialog. "Do you always
do things on such a grand scale, Mr. . . Blaine?"
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- Remington smiled back, recognizing
their early exchange. He was more than happy to continue. "Only
when I'm aroused . . . By the most beautiful woman."
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- Laura grinned, showing the dimple
that he loved so much.
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- Remington held up his glass. "To
Mr. and Mrs. Blaine, may they find the answers to all of their
problems and find true happiness."
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- Laura smiled. Their glasses met
with a *clink* and they both took a drink.
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- "Now it's my turn," she
said raising her glass. "To Mr. and Mrs. Blaine, may they
never have to go to another *sensitivity seminar*."
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- "I'll drink to that,"
he said, smiling.
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- Their glasses met again and they
each took another drink.
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- Remington chuckled to himself.
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- "What's so funny?" she
asked.
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- He tugged on his right ear. "I
was just thinking about how quickly life changes. Not 24 hours
ago I was at home, trying to figure out what had gone wrong with
us . . . Why you weren't talking to me. And now, here we are,
in this beautiful setting, finally lovers. It's incredible!"
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- Laura smiled at him. "Yes,
it is."
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- "What did you tell Mildred?"
Remington asked.
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- "About what?"
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- "About us," he replied,
"About where we are."
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- "I didn't tell her anything,"
Laura answered. "I waited until she left to go home on Friday
and then I left her a note telling her we would not be in the
office all week and to re-schedule all of our appointments."
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- "So, she doesn't even know
we're gone yet?" Remington asked.
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