Reverence

Chapter 7

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Think about your career. Think of how long you've fought to have what you have now. What if she really wanted me to stay, but didn't want me to know that? What is the truth?

I rush through TSA, and I check the clock. I have 20 minutes to get the Gate H where my flight to Florida will be departing. The lines were moving slow, but I tried to be patient. My heart was racing, and I was truly antsy.

10 minutes, finally passed through TSA, but finding where Gate H was a task. "Where's gate H?" I ask every security, worker, flight attendants, pilots, everyone. I run all over the place until I finally get to the gate.

I hand the woman my ticket with 5 minutes to spare. She takes the ticket and scans it in, and looking over my passport. "Enjoy your flight." She smiled. "Oh and sir." The woman said. Her cheeks were red and hot. "I'm a big fan" she giggled nervously. "Thanks." I smile and walk down the stretch boarding the plane. I show my seat number to the flight attendants at the door, and I make my way.

Like Ray, I placed my sunshades on, so I wouldn't cause a scene, or no one would disturb my privacy. I approached my seat, and just as Manuel said, my seat was right beside her. I placed my carry on, in the cabin, and took my seat. Ray was looking out the window, with a magazine in her lap, open wide, as if something outside caught her attention.

"I totally think that dress is ugly, I mean, it does absolutely nothing for her figure." I jokingly place my finger on the magazine she held, speaking with a voice as if I were a Kardashian. She turned her head and looked at me. She studied me. "Hello, Ray." I said. I pulled off my shades and that smile came back around. "What the hell are you doing here?"

"Little birdie told me you were heading out by yourself." I shrugged my shoulders. "Manuel." We simultaneously said and let out a small chuckle. "What made you change your mind?" She asked me. "I don't know. Perhaps, I guess I'm still trying to figure out what my purpose is for all of this." She closed her magazine, and to look in her brown eyes, was like looking into another dimension. "Perhaps we'll find out."
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Mid flight, we're in cruise control and I was in and out of napping. Ear buds in my ears, listening to meditating, soothing music to pass the time. I woke up, between one of my naps, and I noticed my left hand was occupied. A head snuggled into my neck, I could feel the thumping of ones heartbeat.

It was a moment of holding my breath. Ray, was sleeping on me, peacefully and comfortably. I was indecisive to whether let her sleep, or to wake her up, switching her position. I shifted in my seat and she instantly woke up. I closed my eyes, acting as if I were sleeping. I felt her fingers curl away from me, and I heard her take a deep breath. I felt as if I could take a breath now, but this was going to be a long and bloody vacation.
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We carried our bags inside the resort and checked in. "Okay, so you have a one bed, one bath, facing the north end of the building." The hostess at the counter said to us. "Is it possible, if we can change the bed situation? Can we get two beds?" Ray asked, where I said not a word. "Okay, let me see what is available." The hostess scrolled through her tinted computer screen and sucked her teeth in disappointment. "Sorry, ma'am, but I do not have any available rooms at the moment. Is there anything else I can possibly look up for you, that may satisfy your needs?" She asked. I stepped in and answered, "No, that will be okay. We will just keep what we have already. Thank you." Ray looked at me, as if she were shocked and uncomfortable.

When we made it to our suite she tossed her suitcase on the bed. She unzipped and opened it. She pulled some of her clothes out, and out with the hand guns. She began to load them and place them in a holster on her hips. "Hey hey hey." I slow her down. "Look, I know you came here for a mission, but relax." I placed my hand on her wrist, putting the guns down. "We don't have time to relax, Bruno." She said sternly. "Yes we do. Cmon, I'm sure you're hungry. Let's get some food. My treat." Her eyes danced. "Come on, what do you say?" I held my hand out to her. Hesitation, was going through her mind. Her hair fell in front of her face, only allowing me to see her eyes. "Okay." She whispered.