Blindsided 67 – Making appearances
“You think that will work?”
“I believe so; he’ll be crazed with jealously and the need to prove himself to you.”
“Who do you suggest?” she smirked. “I don’t have any lovers hanging around to call in on short notice.”
“Then we create one.”
“If he doesn’t know I’m a cop, and it isn’t likely, I can pose as your significant other, and protect you as well.”
“Really, you’d do that for me?” She simply couldn’t resist and he found the Cheshire grin covering her face absolutely delightful.
“Of course! Some sacrifices are worth the risk,” he smiled.
“Seriously, Cassy, it will work.”
“What do you suggest we do?”
“Start making appearances together, lunch here, dinner there, early morning coffee, and it wouldn’t hurt for him to see me leaving late or early.”
“Do you think that’s likely?”
“Perhaps better when you’re in your own place.”
Turning to Maggy he continued, “The plan will work better if you assist, Maggy. You prepared to stay at Cassy’s?”
“As what, a chaperone?” she laughed.
“No,” he smiled, “as a third party added distraction.”
“Sure. What do I do?”
“We’re going to enlist the assistance of another officer, from another division.”
“Won’t that seem odd if we both show up with newly acquired love interests?”
“It could, but then, love has its own agenda. Don’t you think?”
“Well, I’m certainly game if you are.”
“Good, I’ll make the call. Get it set up.”
Although she probably should have made those calls Myerson suggested, she decided to head over to her home and finish up with an all willing Maggy.
“What are you going to do for furniture, Cassy?”
“I don’t think there’s any point in replacing my things yet. It would be pointless in case he decided on another go on the house which could prove futile and costly while giving him another way to control me.”
“Don’t you think he’s done with that little ploy?”
“No, I don’t. I think it’s just the beginning.”
“I sure hope not, Cassy.”
“I’m so afraid he’ll turn his attention to you or my family.”
“Well you don’t have to worry about me, I’m well protected, I’m with you,” she snickered. “And whoever Myerson comes up with. Think I should have put in a request?”
Cassy laughed, “Certainly. Let’s see, sexy, smart, adept, good conversationalist, what else?”
“Cassy, you know me too well,” she howled.
They attacked the bedroom and upstairs bath, and were nearly done when Myerson showed up. “Look at you!” Cassy remarked, “Looking all sexy in that cute little get up.”
“Hey, I’m supposed to be in love, remember? That means, relaxed look. Don’t tell me you disapprove,” he said a pained look upon his face.
“No, not at all. Does the show begin now?”
“It wouldn’t hurt to practice,” he said, pulling her into his arms, “we need to look relaxed and comfortable with each other if this is to be believable,” he explained. Before she could reply, he kissed her slowly, deliberately, teasing, seeking, tasting. His head spun and his stomach churned. He definitely got more than he’d bargained for. He noticed, when her eyes opened, they showed signs of shock as well. Neither of them had anticipated this reaction.
“That was something.”
Maggy walked in and turned right back around intending a hasty exit. Ok, then.
“Maggy, you don’t have to leave.”