Let's Kill This Love

Let's Kill This Love

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A deep voice came from the back. "I'd like to say something" Chaya glanced up and frowned as the man made his way toward the front. What kind of idiot came to a memorial service dressed in khaki? With that deep tan and full beard, he must be one of Slade's archeologist friends. Ah, that explained it. Chanze leaned closer and whispered, "I need to" She whipped around and fixed him with a killing glare that made him back off with his hands raised. What the hell was the matter my brother? She would have understood it if he had tried to disrupt the wedding, but not the memorial service. He had liked Slade. With Chanze now suitably cowed, Chaya turned back to face the front and gazed at the man at the podium. He did look familiar. She knew she had seen him before, but couldn't quite place him. She was sure his hair used to be brown, not sun-streaked blond like that . . . and something else wasn't quite right. The full beard? It nagged at her. She knew she ought to know him, but who was he? The man didn't bother introducing himself. Instead, he nodded at the elaborate casket and said in a rich voice full of humor, "I just have one thing to say. If Slade Martinez's body was never recovered, who the hell is in that box? Elvis?" She knew that voice-intimately. Ohmigod. Chaya shot to her feet as her mouth dropped open and shocked exclamations sounded throughout the room. Those bright blue eyes, that grin, that voice . . . Slade! Slade grinned at her and spread his arms wide. "Hi, honey. I'm ho-ome" Joy filled her. Her husband was alive! Horror filled her. Her husband was waiting in the... Is that a Swoon-Cone or Swiss? Huh! The Rocky Fountain honeymoon suite, it is. Ohmigod, what do I do? Reaching out blindly, she found Chanze there to support her. "I tried to tell you . . ." he muttered. The combination of emotions was too much. As a mish-mash of feelings roiled through her, Chaya did the only sensible thing. She fainted thinking, she's married and he's alive.
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***COMPLETED*** "I need to talk to you." she said in a small voice shutting the door behind her. Her hair fell from her bun in red ringlets around her face; her eyes searched his making his heart race in a very uncharacteristic way. he'd had been with women since his wife died- mostly saloon girls but none of them made him feel as nervous as the one in front of him. "You need to spend less time full as a tick in the saloon and more time with your daughters." She said looking right at him, that wasn't what he'd expected her to say at all "I know what you're going through Mr. Clayton loss is hard but your daughters need you-" "Loss? What do you know of Loss Miss Wade you are merely a child." He snapped not wanting to hear everything he'd done wrong. What gave her the right to talk to him like that anyway? They had just met. She nodded slightly turning to leave as she absently played with a ring on her finger She turned back towards him "I was Engaged to a wonderful man Mr. Clayton His name was Fergus O'Reilly and he was everything to me... he died on the eve of our wedding. Now this ring" she said putting her hand up and gesturing to the emerald ring "Is nothing but a broken promise of the life we were meant to share.... But you, you have Wilhelmina and Lorelei. You have a part of your wife always. You have something I would give anything for. All I have are my memories." The woman had kept her voice calm, but to him it felt as though he had been slapped in the face. No one had ever spoken to him like that before. "Miss Wade I suggest you bite your tongue if you wish to stay on as the governess." "Alright fire me, but who will watch your children? Because you certainly won't!"

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