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It was obvious Tommy meant business with Rowan, you could see it in his eyes that this wasn't a friendly time. She fidgeted in her seat like a child until Tommy finally grabbed her full attention with the clearing of his throat. "Where am I gonna find the Italians?" Rowan understood that this was a time he needed information from her, and with the rather knowledgeable head she had on her shoulders she knew that he wouldn't waste time by asking other people. "Well, London. But not Camden, it's nearby but they have a den somewhere. A bunker of sorts I think in the area, I can never remember the name. But it's a big bunker they used for the military. It shouldn't be too difficult to find." Tommy nodded and picked up the phone to call someone or other to share the information.
He smiled a little and was out of the business head for the time being. "Is John okay?" She questioned and Tommy seemed a little unsure but answered after a moment. "He will be soon." Rowan nodded, before he opened his desk and laid out her watch in front of her. The hands ticking at the right pace again and she picked it up and immediately put it back where it belonged. Rowan and her watch did everything together and she always felt a little tense without the time being easy knowledge to find. "He said he 'ad some trouble but managed to work around it, it ticks perfectly." She smiled up at him and leaned back in the chair, closing her eyes for a moment and just feeling peace, no stress nor want to read a book. Just utter peace.
"Thinking?" Tommy asked with curiosity and showing he was interested in learning her mannerisms and body language. "I suppose, but peacefully. My head was quiet for a moment... it was like the traffic stopped all at once." Rowan noticed that her head quietened down a lot around Tommy, he obviously had that effect on her. Maybe it was because he always seemed so controlled. "Tommy, when we first met, you asked how many times you were shot?" "Yes." "Why did you let me get away with it? You were shot twice in the war... I just remembered a passage that whenever anyone mentioned it you would shoot them."
He dodged my question. "You seemed to open up a little to Pol. Anything you can say to me, since - as we've established - I have an interest in you." "Well... just my parents really. They use to argue a lot and I would be dragged into it, I hate loud noises. I have hypersensitivity." He obviously hadn't a clue what that was but it didn't take a genius to dissect the word. "What kind of things are you sensitive to?" He asked and Rowan rubbed her hands against one another.
"Would I be an absolute fool if I said 'everything'?" "No, just oblivious to the fact that it is definitely not true. You saved my life last night. You could've run away." "That would've been cowardly I suppose..." Rowan concluded and Tommy cut in with a question. "Cowardly or smart?" "Maybe both." She reasoned and he smirked a little.
"Why'd ya do it?" Rowan looked around a little and wasn't sure how to word this feeling. It was a difficult one. "I guess you could say I was feeling some selcouth emotions, not to mention at the moment I have a serious case of... forelsket." He smiled, obviously not understanding what she was saying. The two words to express how she felt were particularly chosen because not many people did know what they meant. She made a bet he didn't... and hoped she was correct. "Selcouth? An unfamiliar, strange feeling but it feels good, right? As for the other, I have no idea." So Rowan was half successful.
"Forelsket... it's a danish word originally though I adapted it into my language... not that I needed to use it often at all. In fact I've never used it myself but... it means enamoured." "Oh..." he smiled "what by?" He knew the answer already but wanted to hear the words come from my mouth. "I suppose in our short time of knowing each other I have enjoyed your company. I admire you, and am intrigued by you. But also confused by you, and rather mesmerised by how problematic of a man you are."
"And why is that?" He said, a smile still on his face from hearing her little confession but a glint of curiosity by her words. "Well, I always relate people to characters in books... I can't think of anyone that relates well enough to you. It's like you're 5 different characters all at once. Rather perplexing in my head, usually it works and I can understand the people."
"Interesting... so you're 'enamoured' by me?" She rolled her eyes but kept her head down in hope he hadn't seen her do so. "Must you make me keep repeating it?" She looked up and he just stared at her, seriously. "I suppose I am. Yes."
He stood up and walked around to her and Rowan just stayed seated but stared at him while in motion. "Then you won't mind me doing this." He said before leaning down and making our breath collide as she almost hyperventilated from the proximity and intrusion of personal space.
"Mr Shelby I-..." he was about to press his lips to her lips, two blushing pilgrims ready stood, to smooth that rough touch with a tender kiss.
That was before the door swung open and his powerful grip was removed and he was flung back into a defensive stance that held no suspicion of what they were about to do.
Rowan's eyes had closed in waiting but hearing the door slam against the wall from its rough opening caused her to look around at the cause of it. It was John.
"They've fucked us over Tom. Alfie fuckin' Solomons has fucked us over."
