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I sit quietly hidden away in the far corner of the bar, nursing my drink.
It was a stroke of luck that the female CPO in the security detail followed Anastasia and her mother into the restroom when they were out shopping earlier, and overheard them discussing where to go for a drink tonight. In the end, her mother promised to treat Ana to cocktails in the up-market 'Rocks on the Roof' bar at The Bohemian . It's one of Savannah's most exclusive hotels, so naturally this is the hotel I've booked into. Stalker extraordinaire.
I had dinner, and then made my way up to the bar, once I got word from the security detail that Ana and her mom were on their way. Having flown all the way across the continent to be with her, I just want to be in the same place as Ana. I have this overwhelming desire to see her in the flesh, even if it's just watching her from a distance. I'm still allowing her the time alone with her mom aren't I?
The plan is not to let her know I'm here until I make a surprise visit tomorrow morning. Although, if the surprise that I've sent Taylor to organize comes off, I may have to revise these plans. I spent a lot of the time on the flight here today thinking about what I can do to prove to Ana that I'm serious about wanting more with her, and I came up with something that hopefully I think we can share and enjoy together – something not sexually motivated either.
I secretly watch as Ana and her mother drink Cosmopolitans and talk animatedly. I really hope that Elena is right, that Anastasia is going to be pleased I'm here. As a woman, I'm assuming Elena knows more about these things than I do, so I'm putting my faith in her judgment.
Having not long arrived in Georgia, I've only just replied to the email Ana sent me while I was flying out here, quizzing me about who I had dinner with last night. In my reply, I confirm that I did indeed have dinner with Elena, or Mrs. Robinson, as she calls her. When her mother disappears towards the powder room, I see Ana quickly get her Blackberry out of her purse, and I'm hoping it's my reply she's anxiously looking for. I watch to see the expression on her face as she reads my email, and wonder if she'll notice the giveaway clue that it's been sent from the same time zone that she's in - EST.
Her facial reaction to my email is not good - probably not helped by the fact that she's already on her second Cosmopolitan. I sigh in frustration. When will she learn to pace her consumption of alcohol, as her tolerance level is pretty low? Mind you, her mother is already on her third, so she isn't setting a very good example.
I see Ana furiously tapping a reply into her Blackberry, and I'm taken aback by the bitchy tone of it when it arrives on my Blackberry. 'OLD Dinner Companions', she's put as the subject.
Well I suppose to be fair, Elena is about the same age as Ana's mother, who is forty two, the background checks revealed. Which means she had Ana young, when she was about the same age as Ana is now. Probably an unplanned pregnancy. How stupid was that? There's no reason for an unplanned pregnancy for anyone with the slightest intelligence. Which reminds me to check that Ana got her period this week, as I know it was due. We've not taken any risks, but I want to be sure there's not been any kind of an unfortunate condom failure, while it's still early enough to be dealt with. Never leave anything that important to chance, that's my philosophy. I read her caustic words about Elena in her email again:
