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She simply squeals like the others, cups his cheeks in motherly fashion during her passing by, and lovingly wags a finger at me prior to exiting.
I don’t know why she’s scolding me.
She’s the traitor.
Clearly part of this Khitomer like cabal against me.
Once the door is securely shut, leaving us completely alone, I look up at the saboteur and sneer, “Amazing how you managed to sweep everyone off their feet except me.” Wiggling around in the uncomfortable evening gown fabric is attached to another jeer. “Guess having someone gift me real estate just isn’t that romantic to me.”
An unpredicted collection of syllables clumsily leaves him.
Certain I misheard him is what pushes me to snip, “What?”
Wes sucks in a deep breath.
Crosses the short distance over to me.
Lowers himself to his knees directly in front of me and reveals a single red rose alongside the repeating of his gibberish.
Yet it’s not gibberish.
And it’s not a mixture of butchered Russian and French.
It’s an actual language.
Just one he’s not speaking very well.
Against my own volition, I adoringly coo, “Your Klingonaase is terrible.”
“And that’s after six consecutive hours of practicing.”
Not giggling is impossible.
“I honestly thought J.T. was going to insist on us having a strictly business relationship going forward.”
Additional snickers seep free as my bare shoulders mindlessly melt towards the floor.
“I don’t think I’ve ever studied something so hard in my entire fucking life.”
“Well played.” Letting a small smile linger on my face is accompanied by transferring the offering into my possession. “I accept your surrender, Mr. Wilcox.”
“Can you accept my love, Miss Winters?”
In spite of the sincerity in his tone – and it is undeniably there – I bitterly bite, “Why? Did the whiskey bottles finally stop putting out?”
Hurt glosses over his grim gaze at the same time he concedes, “I deserve that.”
“You deserve castration served by Jaws.”
Discomfort of epic proportion begins building around us.
Between us.
Prompts me to push him away.
Amble elsewhere.
Anywhere that isn’t directly in his presence.
