Whisper My Name

Chapter 32

Hotel Fort Des Moines, Des Moines, Iowa

When you don't expect it

That's when she appears

Whisper your fancy - licking your ear

~ Ambush ~ Heart ~

The sun was going down when Marlena woke, and realized they were still on the road. John had been driving for hours, stopping only for food, and gas. "John?" she said softly.

"Yeah, Doc?" he replied, glancing over at her with tired eyes.

"We're nearing Des Moines... maybe we could stop for the night?" she asked.

He sighed, blinking his dry eyes a few times, "You're right." He rolled his shoulders and tipped his head from side to side listening to the crack in his joints. "Yeah.. we can stop."

Forty-five minutes later, John pulled the Jeep into a parking garage at an upscale hotel. "Can you hand me the envelope I gave you earlier? I think you put it down by your feet."

Marlena lifted the bulky package, and handed it to him, only to watch him rummage through it, and pull out another envelope with additional sets of identification. She stared at him in surprise, realizing that there were probably more secrets to be had from John Black. "John, when did you get these?"

He raised his eyebrow, and smirked at her, "I had a lot of free time when you were recovering, Doc."

"But where? You couldn't hide the equipment you would need to do this in the cabin," she said, trying to think where he might have hid the technology for this type of work.

"The shed," he replied, with a shrug of his shoulders. He'd spent hours out there as Marlena slept, creating several sets of documents. A talent he possessed, but still had no recollection of how.

"Hmmm, I guess that's why there was no generator?" she asked him with a hint of humor.

John smiled like a child, and gave a short laugh, "It wouldn't fit. Besides, baby, we kept each other warm enough." With a wink, he handed her a new driver's license, this one for the state of California, saying, "Your new name is Kathryn Andrews. I'm Matthew." John threw open his car door, saying, "So Kitty Kat, let's get a fancy room, and get some sleep."

"Kitty Kat?" Marlena laughed.

He slid out of the Jeep, and walked around, helping her out carefully. Leaning forward, he rubbed his face against the column of her neck, breathing her in like a fine wine. He growled softly, "Oh, yeah...Doc. My own fucking little Kitty Kat."

Marlena was so aroused when they entered the hotel lobby she thought she was shaking with it. They carried everything they currently possessed with them, and checked in as Mr. and Mrs. Matthew Andrews, paying cash for the room.

As they made their way to the tenth floor, Marlena asked, "The presidential suite, John?"

"It's more private," he told her. "Torres is looking for us, and the less interaction we have with the outside world, the better."

Her eyes went wide, "So? Room service?"

John leaned down, his whispered breath causing her skin to prickle, "With strawberries, and whipped cream, and you naked, with your legs spread wide across the bed? That's a fact."

As much as she wanted what he was offering, it was obvious to Marlena that a full day of driving, nearly fourteen hours total, had taken a toll on John. The elevator doors opened, and Marlena took his hand, lacing her fingers through his. "I have something else in mind."