Chapter 51
I had smiled at her and declined the treatment. What, really, was
the problem of looking fifty when you’re fifty? After all, Kent was forty and he looked –
Well. I cleared my throat and moved my thoughts on to something else.
I am less tempted by the enticements of Fiona’s super–feminine lifestyle, I think, because I already had a sister who delved into all
of that sort of stuff. Sure, strippers are all about being sexy while being a mafia side piece is all about being luxe, but there was
some overlap. And it just wasn’t for me.
Instead, I missed my work. Missed going to the office to meet with
my colleagues, missed helping people, even missed going to the prison to interview inmates – though I never thought I’d miss that.
I missed going to the coffee shop, missed studying and finding
new books. And while Kent has given me free reign to order any
books- or really, anything I want – it’s just not the same.
I miss my life. And I’m terribly, terribly bored.
Kent and Daniel know, of course. Daniel because I’ve told him and
Kent…well, because Kent knows everything. I stopped begging
him for a little freedom a while ago the answer was always no.
–
Now, I mostly plead wordlessly, with my eyes, my expression.
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I’m staving off my boredom, today, by painting my toenails in the
back garden. Fiona has given me an elaborate manicure kit, telling
me to practice, so my feet and hands are far, far more polished than they’ve ever been. I sigh as I finish painting a lavender sheen
on my pinkie toe. What the hell am I going to do next?
I jump, then, as a box smacks on the ground next to me – a big
one, as long as my arm. I look up at the back door with wide eyes,
shocked to see Kent standing there, leaning against the frame
with his arms crossed.
“Put those on,” he says. “We have somewhere to be.”
Frowning, I lift the box into my lap and open the top, gasping a
little as I see a pair of the most gorgeous boots. They’re tall, nearly
knee–high, and made of supple black leather with a delicate little
buckle around the ankle.
“Where are we going?” I ask, my face lighting up. Honestly, I don’t
care – out of the house it sounds like, so I’m thrilled either way.
“You’ll see,” he says, turning and heading towards the garage.
“Meet me by the car when you’re ready.”
I quickly pull on my socks, not caring that it will ruin my pedicure,
and then tug the boots on as quick as I can. I have to force my
foot in all the way to the bottom, tugging hard at the top – there’s
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no zipper to help. But, when I finally get them on, they fit perfectly.
As usual, Kent has guessed my size to perfection.
I admire the boots for a moment and then spring to my feet,
running to the car.
Kent drives us in silence to wherever we’re going, but I do note. the subtle smile playing on his lips. I’ve stopped asking about our destination – he never tells – so I just spend my time gazing out at the landscape as we pass. We’re out of the city now–just about fifteen minutes, really- but how I’ve missed the sight of a variety of nature beyond what Kent’s little back garden can offer.
I’m surprised to see him slow in what seems like the middle of nowhere, turning towards a simple gravel drive crossed with a metal gate. He presses a button on the roof of the car and the metal gate slowly swings open. I look closely, but I can’t see anything beyond it.
“Are we here?” I ask, frowning at him.
He looks at me and nods. I see that he can’t help but smile a little, so I smile too and sit up in my seat, looking eagerly out the
windshield. Then I just wait, a little breathlessly, to see where he’s
taken me.
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