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Rockie and JR had gotten into a routine of meeting on his patio each morning after he returned from surfing and before she left for work.
He had given her a spare key to his front door so she would bring her computer bag and everything she needed for work over to his condo and drink a glass of juice while waiting for him to arrive. Their kisses were still relatively platonic, but they were occurring more frequently and were no longer just being delivered by her.
She couldn’t talk him into removing his wetsuit on the patio for her yet, but ever since he had described his normal routine for rinsing the sand off everything, she had been teasing him to show her. They would simply sit on the patio, usually on the side of the covered hot tub and share their plans for the coming day. They would hold hands as he walked her over to her garage so that Rockie could drive herself to work.
Rockie found a different color rose bouquet waiting for her at work each day of the week so far. White, pink, red and yellow. Today was Friday, so she was curious as to today’s color. She had no doubt that the roses would be there, she was just uncertain about which color JR would have chosen for today. She was becoming the talk of the office, and she had asked JR to stop, but he would simply smile at her and ask, “Who’s number one?” She knew that she was a priority in his life, and she prayed that he knew that he was for her as well.
Once she had gotten her laptop turned on at her desk, she picked up her desk phone with the voicemail indicator blinking. She knew that the receptionist would have left her a message about the flower delivery, but she was surprised to find a second voicemail waiting for her.
It turned out that the second one was actually the first one. It was from Brad’s lawyer asking her to return his call. She made note of the number and then checked the time. It was just after nine in the morning, so she thought that she had time to check on the flowers before returning the lawyer’s call. Confirming that the other message was from the reception desk informing her of a flower delivery, she deleted it and headed out to the lobby to retrieve the flowers.
The receptionist’s desk had a crowd of women standing around it admiring the multi-colored rose bouquet waiting for her. There were roses in colors and shades that Rockie never knew existed. Most were still budding, and she imagined what a beautiful sight they were going to make once they were all in full blooming glory.
She deflected all the questions and comments from the curious women about the millionaire that was sending her flowers every day of the week. “Millionaire,” she thought as she strode back to her desk, “I wish”. She knew that JR wasn’t hurting financially while he was in school due to his college fund, but once he finished and set out to start his own veterinary practice, things would likely get a lot tighter for him money-wise.
She sat at her desk, with the flowers placed prominently on the file cabinet across from her where she could see them every time she looked up. She continued following the routine that she and JR had established this week by sending him a text.
ROCKIE:The flowers are the most beautiful yet. Thank you.
JR:What, you expect me to send you uglier flowers?
ROCKIE:These are going to be hard to beat. They set the bar pretty high.
JR:Ain’t no mountain high enough. Ain’t no valley low enough…
ROCKIE:Are you singing to me, Mr. Brandt?
JR:I would never do that to you.
ROCKIE:Why not? Maybe I’m tone-deaf and wouldn’t think it was as bad as you claim it to be.
JR:You would have to be stone-cold deaf not to think it was bad.
ROCKIE:What makes you think your singing is so bad? You have an amazing voice when you speak.
JR:Let me explain it to you this way; when I was in first grade and all the kids stood to sing the national anthem, the teacher said: “JR, lip-synch!”
ROCKIE:Oh, that’s awful. It must have scarred you for life. No wonder you think you have a bad singing voice.
JR:Her opinion has been validated many times over the years.
ROCKIE:Well, I don’t believe it could be that bad and I’m going to keep pestering you to sing for me.
JR: Pester away to your heart’s content.
ROCKIE:I’ll let you get back to your studying. Have you finished packing?
JR:Almost. I have a load of laundry running that has something in it I want to pack. After that, I’ll be done.
ROCKIE:I don’t know what I am going to do for two days without you.
JR:Other than the wedding you are invited to on Saturday and paddleboarding on Sunday?
ROCKIE:Oh yeah, I guess I don’t need you after all.
JR:Ouch!
ROCKIE:On second thought, you do come in handy for eating my cooking, so I guess I’ll keep you around for that.
JR:Whew! Have a good day. I miss you.
ROCKIE:I miss you too. I’ll be home as soon as I can. Bye.
JR:Bye Rockie.
Rockie had the same grin on her face that always accompanied one of her and JR’s text conversations. She saw that it was nearly ten o’clock, so she decided to return the lawyer’s call. She assumed that she was calling his office and her call would be answered first by an operator or an attendant. She was surprised when the lawyer answered his cell phone instead.
“Good morning, this is Rockie Preston returning your call,” she said after he answered.
“Thanks for returning my call. When was the last time that you saw Brad Hunter?”
“Over a week ago when the police arrested him. Why?”
“You didn’t see him when he came by to pick up his belongings?”
“No, my next-door… my boyfriend supervised while Brad picked up his things. Again, why is this of interest to you?”
“Can you give me a number to reach your boyfriend?”
“Not until you tell me what this is about,” she said firmly.
“Brad missed his court date yesterday. The Sherriff sent deputies to execute the bench warrant that the judge issued, but his roommate said that Brad had moved and didn’t know where he was. He just said that Brad was terrified Wednesday morning and said that he had to get as far away from here as possible.”
“But he didn’t say where he was going?” Rockie asked.
“No, but his truck was found in the parking lot at Long Beach airport used by private planes. Brad doesn’t have a pilot’s license as far as you know, does he?”
“No, he hated flying commercial jets and thought anything smaller was a death trap. Sorry I can’t be of further assistance.”
“What about your boyfriend?” the lawyer persisted.
“What about him?” Rockie was getting agitated now.
“Can you give me his number?”
“The best I can do is to provide your number to him and let him decide whether or not to call you. Goodbye.”
She sat and thought about what the lawyer had said. Brad had awoken Wednesday morning terrified, but terrified of what? Then his truck was found in a parking lot that served private pilots, and she knew for a fact that he hated to fly. All she knew was that she wasn’t going to get JR any more involved than he already was. She would let him know about the conversation with the lawyer, but not mention that he wanted to speak with JR. If JR wanted to speak to the lawyer on his own, she would provide the number, but she didn’t anticipate that happening.
There were countless times during the remainder of her workday when her mind drifted to thoughts of JR. She felt bad for even teasingly implying that she didn’t need him, and while she knew that he recognized it as teasing, the words still bothered her. Nothing mattered to her more these days than what JR thought of her and their relationship. This was a journey for both of them. A curious, wonderful, playful, and becoming romantic journey that she didn’t want to screw up.
She had made plans for them for tonight. After dinner, she was going to try to talk JR into letting her give him a massage. Nothing erotic or too intimate, but one that would allow her to really touch his body, to feel the strength that lay beneath the surface of his skin and to show him how he could trust her to not push their self-imposed limits too far. They had agreed that they wanted to grow their intimacy slowly, regardless of how torturous that would be for them, and she thought that a massage would be acceptable to him as intimate, because it was between just them.
She knew that her body was getting impatient, even if her heart and mind were trying to take things slowly. That’s one reason why she had decided that she would only agree to let JR massage her feet if he asked to reciprocate. She suspected that her tolerance for intimate contact was significantly lower than his. Even the chaste kisses that he had placed on her cheeks had affected her libido more than anything she had ever done with Brad. She could admit it to herself, even if she didn’t like using the word. JR made her ‘horny’. She wondered if she was having a similar effect on him.
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She was. JR kept re-reading the same section of the lab report he was supposed to summarize for his class on Monday. His eyes saw the words, but his mind was too occupied with thoughts of Rockie for them to be comprehended. The promise of what could lie ahead for their relationship was countered by the potential challenges posed by his pending graduation and relocation to Texas. He was contemplating their options when he received a text message:
JOEY:Package delivered.
JR:Any problems?
JOEY:Not really. They treated it like a training exercise.
JR:Any blowback potential?
JOEY:Zero. Seals from our west coast and the French coast.
JR:Thanks for making the arrangements
JOEY:Nothing that you wouldn’t do for me.
JR:Without hesitation
JOEY:I need to run to a class. See you tomorrow.
JR:Sounds good. I will e-mail you the flight plan once I have it filed. Thanks again.
JR reviewed the exchange with his cousin and best friend, Joey, to ensure that there was nothing said that would tie them to the disappearance of Brad. He didn’t feel any remorse for letting Joey make the arrangements through his contacts at the Federal Law Enforcement Training Center, where he had spent two semesters last year in pursuit of his master’s degree in criminal science.
If the plan was executed as they had discussed last Sunday, Brad had been visited Tuesday night while he slept by Homeland Security tactical operations agents, who had subtly warned him to “get out of Dodge,” or face consequences that he would not live through. Choosing the option to remain alive resulted in Brad being exiled to one of the smaller islands of French Polynesia. He arrived illegally, had no passport or other identification, nothing but the clothes he wore and seventy-seven American dollars. At least the weather was nice.
The buzzer for the dryer’s end of cycle sounded. He decided that trying to study was a waste of time, so after he folded the clothes, he would go clean the pool and take care of a few other chores while he waited for Rockie to get home. He needed to get to sleep earlier than normal so he could be well rested and at the airport by six in the morning. Sound restrictions wouldn’t allow him to take off before seven, but he wanted to be in the queue of planes waiting for the curfew to expire. He trusted that Rockie would understand that, and he also trusted that Katie would understand him needing to study while he was there.
Pulling into her garage, Rockie pondered the realization that it had only been one week since she had first invited JR to eat dinner with her. So much had happened between them in that week, and time had flown by, it also seemed that they had been together for much longer.
Their meals since that night had always been together, either at her place or his. The location didn’t determine who prepared or ordered the meal, since they established a tradition of flipping a coin to see who would do it. Rockie liked it better when they ate at her place because she always used the dishwasher, where JR always took the time to wash and dry his dishes, which she thought cut into their time together. That was becoming very precious to her.
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She carried the shopping bag that held one of her surprises for JR into her kitchen after closing the garage door. Setting her purse in its usual place on her counter, she retrieved her cell phone to text him.
ROCKIE:Honey, I’m home!
JR:I’m just taking the curlers out of my hair, dear. I’ll put on my makeup and come see you.
ROCKIE:You’re a nut
JR:I thought squirrels liked nuts?
ROCKIE:This squirrel is nuts about her nut. I’ll probably be changing when you get here, so let yourself in.
JR: I’ll be right there.
She hurriedly changed into a pair of workout shorts which were basically a pair of sweatpants that she had cut off, removed her bra and slipped on a t-shirt. Remembering her plan to give JR a massage tonight, she added the nipple covers under the t-shirt. Rockie knew that her body would betray her, so she had to be prepared.
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