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Story: Code Name: Magnet
I nodded my head once so he knew I was listening.
“I’ve changed my mind.”
My eyes scrunched. “You’ve changed your mind, meaning you’re going to St. Moritz, or you’re not?”
“I’m going.”
I stood and walked to the other side of the room, where I could look out on the estate’s gardens. They were dormant this time of year but still lovely. “Why?” I asked without turning to face him.
“It’s an important op, one with several objectives. Thus, the majority of our team should deploy.”
It was utter bullshit, and that he didn’t own up to the real reason he hadn’t wanted to leave Shere made me respect him less.
“Have you nothing to say?”
I glanced over my shoulder. “No, sir.”
He stood like I had and stalked over to join me at the window. “Stop this and talk to me.”
“Is that an order?”
“Schön, please don’t do this.”
“Just tell me why. And be honest.”
He put his hand on the back of his neck, squeezed, then lowered it. “This isn’t easy.”
“It’s all right. I understand. I won’t force you to say it.”
“Wait. Won’t force me to say what? What do you understand?”
“It doesn’t matter. I know why you don’t want to leave Shere.”
“I feel as though we’re having two different conversations. If I may, I’ll respond to your initial request to tell you why and to be honest about it.”
I walked over to a chair and rested my hands on the back of it, wishing I hadn’t asked him to tell me the truth.
“Last night was…awkward.”
“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have agreed?—”
He held up his hand. “Please allow me to finish.”
I nodded once for the second time.
“I was nervous, falling all over myself, not wanting to misstep and make you uncomfortable.”
“I’m sorry for interrupting, but what does this have to do with St. Moritz?”
“That’s obvious, isn’t it?”
My mouth gaped. “Clearly, not!”
He approached, took my hands in his, and turned me to face him. “I confessed my feelings for you last night.”
“So you’ve changed your mind.” I tried to wriggle my hands free, but he held on tight.
“No, I haven’t changed my mind. Why in the name of God would you say that?” The way his shoulders jerked, he looked like a bobblehead. I almost laughed, but bit the inside of my cheek to stop myself.
“I’ve changed my mind.”
My eyes scrunched. “You’ve changed your mind, meaning you’re going to St. Moritz, or you’re not?”
“I’m going.”
I stood and walked to the other side of the room, where I could look out on the estate’s gardens. They were dormant this time of year but still lovely. “Why?” I asked without turning to face him.
“It’s an important op, one with several objectives. Thus, the majority of our team should deploy.”
It was utter bullshit, and that he didn’t own up to the real reason he hadn’t wanted to leave Shere made me respect him less.
“Have you nothing to say?”
I glanced over my shoulder. “No, sir.”
He stood like I had and stalked over to join me at the window. “Stop this and talk to me.”
“Is that an order?”
“Schön, please don’t do this.”
“Just tell me why. And be honest.”
He put his hand on the back of his neck, squeezed, then lowered it. “This isn’t easy.”
“It’s all right. I understand. I won’t force you to say it.”
“Wait. Won’t force me to say what? What do you understand?”
“It doesn’t matter. I know why you don’t want to leave Shere.”
“I feel as though we’re having two different conversations. If I may, I’ll respond to your initial request to tell you why and to be honest about it.”
I walked over to a chair and rested my hands on the back of it, wishing I hadn’t asked him to tell me the truth.
“Last night was…awkward.”
“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have agreed?—”
He held up his hand. “Please allow me to finish.”
I nodded once for the second time.
“I was nervous, falling all over myself, not wanting to misstep and make you uncomfortable.”
“I’m sorry for interrupting, but what does this have to do with St. Moritz?”
“That’s obvious, isn’t it?”
My mouth gaped. “Clearly, not!”
He approached, took my hands in his, and turned me to face him. “I confessed my feelings for you last night.”
“So you’ve changed your mind.” I tried to wriggle my hands free, but he held on tight.
“No, I haven’t changed my mind. Why in the name of God would you say that?” The way his shoulders jerked, he looked like a bobblehead. I almost laughed, but bit the inside of my cheek to stop myself.
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