Remy and Rogue take to the open road. Is someone following? There could be dire consequences.
“True,” he said, “but rather see what yah look like wit’out it.”
She smacked him on the side of the head, not hard, just enough to bring him back down to earth. “Yah jus’ might, Cajun,” she said as he grabbed her around the waist. He was standing next to her now. He felt the warmth of her body and didn’t ever want to let her go. She pulled him away from her and said, “Now, yah stay out here while ah go freshen up, and no peekin’”
“Wherever de lady desires,” he said, returning to sit on her bed once more. The sheets smelled her, an aroma he would never tire of.
She grabbed her duffel bag and made her way into the bathroom. She laid her bag on the counter near the sink and turned on the hot water. Even after being with Remy for the past week or so, she still felt a little nervous about going out with him that evening. Was this actually an official date? She wondered. It felt like one. She was determined to look her best.
It was almost an hour before she emerged from the bathroom. Remy was busy getting ready too. He had put on a suit, something he rarely did and decided to ax his trenchcoat, just for tonight. His back was turned when she finally came out, only the sound of her voice prompted him to turn around.
“How do ah look?” she said softly. All he could do was stare. “Is it that bad?” she asked.
“Non,” he said, sucking in his breath. “Remy like.”
She smile shyly. “Ah’m glad.” Her nervousness had come back again. Even after spending all this time with him, seeing him looking so good brought butterflies to her stomach. “Well, are we goin’, or did yah jus’ wanna see me in this dress?”
Her question brought him back down to earth. “Non. A promise is a promise,” he said. The thought gave her goosebumps. “Are yah cold?”
“No, ah’m fine,” she said her voice quiet. “So let’s go.”
They walked out of the hotel room hand in hand. As they made their way down the hallway, Rogue noticed several men looking at her. Wonder what’s on their minds, she thought. Then she looked up at Remy. Wonder what’s on his. That she already knew, because it was on her mind too.
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