Captured Lies
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Bailey shuddered at the memories that came flooding back. There had been no answers, just a whole lot more questions. Thankfully, Guy chose that moment to return. The large, heavy wooden doors swung gently shut behind him as he made his way over to her. He sat down heavily, propped his elbows on the table and rested his head in the palm of his hands. His fingers got lost in his shaggy brown hair. He breathed deeply several times.
She couldn't take her eyes off him. Three band aids covered the outside of his right hand from the wrist to the base of his pinky. Surprised that she hadn't noticed that before, she reached out and barely stopped herself from touching him. She looked at her outstretched fingers and then at him like she had anything to offer him. Slowly she lowered her hand to the table in front of her. It didn't stop her from wondering what kind of day he'd had. She was guessing it hadn't been all that dissimilar to hers.
When he didn't raise his head after a few minutes, she realized that his breathing was a little too even, too deep. She glanced at the clock over the bar. They only had about an hour and half until the flight left if he'd managed to get them on the one he wanted. Reaching toward him and thinking that was way too intimate, she placed her hand on his leather clad, scuffed shoulder and gently shook him. "Guy."
No movement and no change. She tried again but was a little firmer in her shake and in her voice. When that didn't work she nudged him a little harder but she got little more than a grunt. A woman jabbing her husband with her elbow caught Bailey's attention. She realized again they seemed to be the center of attention. Besides the fact she didn't like being in that position, they needed to be more inconspicuous.
Getting up, she smiled at the people staring and rounded the table. Once she was beside Guy, she leaned down and whispered in his ear, "time to get up, sleepy head. We're attracting attention and our flight is leaving soon."
Another unintelligible sound. Hissing through her teeth, she drove her tongue into his ear, pulled it out and said, "let's go, big boy. Now. Or you don't get any."
His head snapped back. She snorted in disgust and headed to the exit. He blinked several times but soon stumbled to his feet and followed after her.
"Where's our tickets and boarding pass?"
"We have to pick them up from the airlines." He swiped his hand down over his stubbled jaw. "Slow down. We've got time."
She just kept on cruising at least until his hand halted her.
"What in the hell is your problem? I'm sorry I fell asleep. I'm tired. I need my sleep. Yes, I'm a baby. All right?"
She thrust her chin in the air and turned her face away. "Get our tickets okay."
He grabbed her arm and pulled her into line with him. "All right. What's got you all upset. I said I'm sorry for falling asleep."
"Like that's going to bug me. I could use some slumber too. Uninterrupted slumber."
"Then what's the problem?"
"You. You wake up as soon as there's a sexual suggestion. Nothing else would open your baby blues."
He groaned. "Since I'm not a hundred percent sure what you're talking about, did it ever occur to you that maybe you tried several things that started waking me and it was the fifth or tenth thing you did to wake me and not the suggestion of sex, that was successful?"
Two young women blatantly stared at Guy. He leaned close and whispered in Bailey's ear, "I don't know what sex you were offering but I'm saying yes. And no I didn't and wasn't thinking of another woman. Baby blues, huh?" He moved up to the open counter.
Bailey stood there stupefied, until she heard the two women say, "Wow is he hot." Then she moved up beside Guy. Not quite daring enough to slide her hand into the crook of his arm, she leaned in close so the two chicks would know he wasn't available.
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