by Nic Saint
“This is Kate,” said Chris curtly. “Kirt, my associate.”
“And who are you?” said Kirt, eyeing Lauren with interest.
“Oh, don’t mind me,” said Lauren. “I’m just along for the ride.”
“Hey, that makes two of us,” said Kirt. “I’m Chris’s sidekick. Van Damme Security & Co.” He tapped his chest. “I’m Co. We provide security solutions for all businesses, great or small. So if you have a security concern, ladies, be sure to knock on our door.”
“Well, since you knocked on ours, I’ll be sure to return the favor,” said Lauren with a smile that made Kirt blink.
“Any time, Lauren,” said Kirt, returning the smile.
Gesturing to Chris, still perched on top of his ladder, and now looking bored, Lauren added, “So what are you doing here? Installing cameras to spy on the guests?”
“Good one,” said Kirt affably. “No, as a matter of fact we’re installing a burglar alarm in all the rooms.”
“Burglars?” said Lauren, surprised. “Here in Bruges?”
“Oh, it’s just a precaution,” Kirt was quick to assure her. “No one has ever burgled this place. But these days you can’t be too careful. You never know when you might receive an unwelcome guest.”
“I’m sure you’re right,” said Lauren, chipper.
All this time, Chris had stood with his back to them, and Kate felt herself shrinking more and more. She just wanted to be out of there as soon as possible. Meeting with her old lover was affecting her in the most devastating way. As if he hadn’t hurt her enough the last time, by giving her the cold shoulder treatment now, it was clear the man simply despised her, and she didn’t know why. She felt tears stinging in her eyes, and rather than break down in front of him, she decided to keep what little dignity she had left, and quickly turned away and walked out.
“Great seeing you again,” she muttered, and closed the door behind her.
“Kate, wait!” said Lauren, but her friend was already running down the hallway, tears rolling down her cheeks.
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Copyright © 2015 by Nic Saint. All rights reserved.
Published by Puss in Print Publications.
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