Post by JRK Archiver on Feb 18, 2008 12:44:17 GMT -5
Chapter 21
“Welcome to Caracas. We hope you enjoy your stay.” Smiled the pretty young brunette whose nametag read Inez.
“Thank you,” Antonio returned with a friendly smile. Sage merely glared at the other girl saying nothing. She had caught the appreciative look Inez had given to Antonio. Her gaze slid over to him as they made their way up the jet-way and into the cooler air of the terminal. He was tall, lean, and as handsome as sin with dark skin and hair that was set off by the white polo shirt and tan slacks. It was his eyes however, that caught her breath. Dark brown that bordered on black and deeply intense, they didn’t seem to look at you, rather they seemed to look into you. It was a feeling that always left her feeling slightly off balanced. “What?” she gulped, flushing as he had caught her staring at him.
“I asked if you wanted to grab a bite to eat here, or if you wanted to wait until we get to the hotel.” Antonio repeated. “Why are you staring at me?”
“It still amazes me how much you look like Enrique. Without the mole that is.” She hastened to add. For a cover story, it was pretty good, she thought. “Where is this hotel and how long will it take us to get there?”
“The hotel is actually on Isla de Margarita and it should take us about three to four hours to get there.”
“Where?” Sage asked, drawing a blank with the name.
Seeing her expression, Antonio laughed. “Well, that makes me feel better about not knowing who Enrique is. The Isla de Margarita is often known as The Margarita Island.”
“You don’t know who Enrique is?” Seeing him shake his head, Sage smiled. “Well, how about you tell me all about this island and I’ll tell you all about one of the sexiest singers I’ve ever seen.”
Antonio nodded; absently looking around the terminal. He casually took in all the passengers getting off the plane and those getting ready to board the next one. Putting an arm around Sage’s shoulder her lead her to the rental car agency all the while telling her about the many joys and wonders of the island.
Since they were walking away, neither noticed the white haired man in a tan suit get up and calmly walk behind them. They passed a small, dark-haired cleaning lady who was busy dusting a windowsill. As soon as they and the man passed, she walked over to a payphone. Depositing the necessary coins, she punched in some numbers. “They’re here,” she said before hanging up.
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Dillon woke up with a feeling of something soft and warm curled up to his side. Opening his eyes, he saw that sometime during the night, Georgie had rolled over and snuggled up to him. Her head was resting on his shoulder, while an arm lay flung across his waist and one of her legs was lay in between his own. His own arm was wrapped around her shoulders, holding her close. He closed his eyes once again savoring the moment that had one of his dreams coming true. For the second day in a row, he had gotten to wake up next to her.
The ringing of his cell phone shattered the peaceful quiet of the room.
Georgie quickly rolled over, burrowing her head under a pillow. “I don’t wanna go to school!” he heard her grumble. Chuckling quietly, he grabbed the phone as he slipped from the bed. “Hello,” he whispered.
“Mr. Tarantino, did I wake you?” Luke asked in mock sympathy. “Because I certainly hope I did.”
Dillon shook his head as he slid down the wall to sit on the floor by the bed. Watching the lump under the covers that was Georgie, he replied, “Sorry, hate to disappoint you, but I was already awake.” Glancing at the bedside clock he frowned. Why would Luke be calling this early? “Is something wrong? Did something happen?”
“Not at all dear boy. I just figured that since I got an early wake up call, you should get one also.”
“Early wake up call?” Dillon echoed. “What happened?”
“Well, you see I was peacefully sleeping off a few drinks, having a couple of pleasant dreams, when suddenly there was this loud pounding at my door. I woke up and went to see who could possibly actually be alive at six o’clock in the morning and pounding on my door. Imagine my surprise to find Maxie, another favorite female of mine, standing there demanding to know where you were and why her sister hasn’t called her.”
Uh-oh Dillon thought. “I’ll have her call her as soon as she wakes up.”
“She’s awake!” grumbled the pillow.
Dillon grinned; obviously Miss Georgie Jones was not a morning person. “So, uh, we’re starting to---more like Georgie---is starting to suffer from cabin fever. Do you think it would be okay if we got out and did some touristy things?”
“Didn’t the two of you go out and start exploring the wonders of the city?”
“No. I thought it would be best if we stayed in, since, I mean I know this Toscano guy has a thing about crowds, but I didn’t know if the other guy would.”
“Ernesto isn’t going to do anything Franky doesn’t want him to do. Besides, he’s not the only one you have to worry about. Remember, when the two of you get back, you’re going to have Mac to handle. I’m sure he’d love to see lots of pictures and souvenirs, if you know what I mean.”
“Yeah, yeah I got you. Do you have any suggestions?” Dillon listened to Luke rattle off some suggestions, before saying good-bye and hanging up. “Hey,” he said to Georgie or rather to the pillow, “you need to call Maxie. I’m going to hop in the shower while you’re talking to her.”
“Who said you get to shower first?” Georgie asked, peering out from under the pillow.
“Well, it just makes more sense. I’ll shower while you are talking to your sister and then you can shower while I try to find us some breakfast.”
“Lattes?” she asked hopefully, earning a chuckle from him.
“I’ll see what I can do.” Dillon tossed his cell on the bed next to the pillow. “Call your sister and whatever you do, don’t tell her or even hint to her where we are at. And keep it under three minutes.”
“But...” she started to protest and then realized he wasn’t in the room anymore. Scrambling into a sitting position she quickly grabbed the phone and punched in her sister’s number.
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Maxie was walking down the halls of PC High; lost in thought, when suddenly her phone rang. Jumping slightly at the sound, she reached into her purse to pull out her cell. “Hello,” she answered, slightly breathless as her heart resumed it’s normal rate.
“Maxie, it’s Georgie. Sorry I didn’t call before, but Dillon just now gave me the message.”
“Georgie are you alright? How is your head? Where are you?” Maxie asked hurriedly, sagging with relief when her sister said she was fine.
“Listen Maxie, I’ve only got a couple of minutes before I have to go. How are you doing? Nobody has tried to do anything to you or to Mac have they?”
“No, we’re both fine. Just worried about the two of you. Guy asked me to say hi to you when I finally heard from you.”
Georgie smiled into the phone. “Tell him I said hi back.” A quick glance at the clock had her saying, “Listen Maxie, I have to go. I’ll call as soon as I can. Give Mac my love and a hug for me.”
“Okay dork,” Maxie said fondly. “I love you Georgie. Please take care of yourselves.”
“We will. Love you too, Max. Bye.” Georgie hung up and heaved a deep sigh, setting the phone on the bedside table. Hearing the shower turn off, she climbed out of bed and waited for her turn to use the shower.
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“So what do you want to see?” Dillon asked as they stood outside the movie theatre. They had found a coffee cart done in the lobby and had grabbed their lattes and muffins on their way out to find Georgie some more clothes and toiletries. Now she stood beside him in a dark green t-shirt and jeans, with her hair pulled back in a ponytail.
“Return of the King,” she decided.
“Ah, good choice. Nominated for eleven Oscars including best picture and best director- Peter Jackson.” Dillon supplied, his admiration shining in his eyes.
“That’s your reason for seeing it, not mine.” Georgie said looking over at him, as they went up to get their tickets. Seeing him in a black t-shirt and jeans, she was still baffled that they passed for a married couple.
“Oh? And what are your reasons?” he asked.
“Orlando Bloom and Viggo Mortensen.” Georgie threw nonchalantly over her shoulder as she went in to take her seat.
Almost three hours later found Georgie sniffling quietly into a napkin Dillon had passed to her. There on the screen, Aragorn had just been crowned king and had just discovered that his love, Arwen, was alive and had returned to him. Watching the handsome king give the beautiful princess a hungry kiss, Georgie whispered, “That has got to be the most romantic thing I’ve seen in a long time.”
Dillon watched her with a thoughtful expression on his face.
“Welcome to Caracas. We hope you enjoy your stay.” Smiled the pretty young brunette whose nametag read Inez.
“Thank you,” Antonio returned with a friendly smile. Sage merely glared at the other girl saying nothing. She had caught the appreciative look Inez had given to Antonio. Her gaze slid over to him as they made their way up the jet-way and into the cooler air of the terminal. He was tall, lean, and as handsome as sin with dark skin and hair that was set off by the white polo shirt and tan slacks. It was his eyes however, that caught her breath. Dark brown that bordered on black and deeply intense, they didn’t seem to look at you, rather they seemed to look into you. It was a feeling that always left her feeling slightly off balanced. “What?” she gulped, flushing as he had caught her staring at him.
“I asked if you wanted to grab a bite to eat here, or if you wanted to wait until we get to the hotel.” Antonio repeated. “Why are you staring at me?”
“It still amazes me how much you look like Enrique. Without the mole that is.” She hastened to add. For a cover story, it was pretty good, she thought. “Where is this hotel and how long will it take us to get there?”
“The hotel is actually on Isla de Margarita and it should take us about three to four hours to get there.”
“Where?” Sage asked, drawing a blank with the name.
Seeing her expression, Antonio laughed. “Well, that makes me feel better about not knowing who Enrique is. The Isla de Margarita is often known as The Margarita Island.”
“You don’t know who Enrique is?” Seeing him shake his head, Sage smiled. “Well, how about you tell me all about this island and I’ll tell you all about one of the sexiest singers I’ve ever seen.”
Antonio nodded; absently looking around the terminal. He casually took in all the passengers getting off the plane and those getting ready to board the next one. Putting an arm around Sage’s shoulder her lead her to the rental car agency all the while telling her about the many joys and wonders of the island.
Since they were walking away, neither noticed the white haired man in a tan suit get up and calmly walk behind them. They passed a small, dark-haired cleaning lady who was busy dusting a windowsill. As soon as they and the man passed, she walked over to a payphone. Depositing the necessary coins, she punched in some numbers. “They’re here,” she said before hanging up.
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Dillon woke up with a feeling of something soft and warm curled up to his side. Opening his eyes, he saw that sometime during the night, Georgie had rolled over and snuggled up to him. Her head was resting on his shoulder, while an arm lay flung across his waist and one of her legs was lay in between his own. His own arm was wrapped around her shoulders, holding her close. He closed his eyes once again savoring the moment that had one of his dreams coming true. For the second day in a row, he had gotten to wake up next to her.
The ringing of his cell phone shattered the peaceful quiet of the room.
Georgie quickly rolled over, burrowing her head under a pillow. “I don’t wanna go to school!” he heard her grumble. Chuckling quietly, he grabbed the phone as he slipped from the bed. “Hello,” he whispered.
“Mr. Tarantino, did I wake you?” Luke asked in mock sympathy. “Because I certainly hope I did.”
Dillon shook his head as he slid down the wall to sit on the floor by the bed. Watching the lump under the covers that was Georgie, he replied, “Sorry, hate to disappoint you, but I was already awake.” Glancing at the bedside clock he frowned. Why would Luke be calling this early? “Is something wrong? Did something happen?”
“Not at all dear boy. I just figured that since I got an early wake up call, you should get one also.”
“Early wake up call?” Dillon echoed. “What happened?”
“Well, you see I was peacefully sleeping off a few drinks, having a couple of pleasant dreams, when suddenly there was this loud pounding at my door. I woke up and went to see who could possibly actually be alive at six o’clock in the morning and pounding on my door. Imagine my surprise to find Maxie, another favorite female of mine, standing there demanding to know where you were and why her sister hasn’t called her.”
Uh-oh Dillon thought. “I’ll have her call her as soon as she wakes up.”
“She’s awake!” grumbled the pillow.
Dillon grinned; obviously Miss Georgie Jones was not a morning person. “So, uh, we’re starting to---more like Georgie---is starting to suffer from cabin fever. Do you think it would be okay if we got out and did some touristy things?”
“Didn’t the two of you go out and start exploring the wonders of the city?”
“No. I thought it would be best if we stayed in, since, I mean I know this Toscano guy has a thing about crowds, but I didn’t know if the other guy would.”
“Ernesto isn’t going to do anything Franky doesn’t want him to do. Besides, he’s not the only one you have to worry about. Remember, when the two of you get back, you’re going to have Mac to handle. I’m sure he’d love to see lots of pictures and souvenirs, if you know what I mean.”
“Yeah, yeah I got you. Do you have any suggestions?” Dillon listened to Luke rattle off some suggestions, before saying good-bye and hanging up. “Hey,” he said to Georgie or rather to the pillow, “you need to call Maxie. I’m going to hop in the shower while you’re talking to her.”
“Who said you get to shower first?” Georgie asked, peering out from under the pillow.
“Well, it just makes more sense. I’ll shower while you are talking to your sister and then you can shower while I try to find us some breakfast.”
“Lattes?” she asked hopefully, earning a chuckle from him.
“I’ll see what I can do.” Dillon tossed his cell on the bed next to the pillow. “Call your sister and whatever you do, don’t tell her or even hint to her where we are at. And keep it under three minutes.”
“But...” she started to protest and then realized he wasn’t in the room anymore. Scrambling into a sitting position she quickly grabbed the phone and punched in her sister’s number.
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Maxie was walking down the halls of PC High; lost in thought, when suddenly her phone rang. Jumping slightly at the sound, she reached into her purse to pull out her cell. “Hello,” she answered, slightly breathless as her heart resumed it’s normal rate.
“Maxie, it’s Georgie. Sorry I didn’t call before, but Dillon just now gave me the message.”
“Georgie are you alright? How is your head? Where are you?” Maxie asked hurriedly, sagging with relief when her sister said she was fine.
“Listen Maxie, I’ve only got a couple of minutes before I have to go. How are you doing? Nobody has tried to do anything to you or to Mac have they?”
“No, we’re both fine. Just worried about the two of you. Guy asked me to say hi to you when I finally heard from you.”
Georgie smiled into the phone. “Tell him I said hi back.” A quick glance at the clock had her saying, “Listen Maxie, I have to go. I’ll call as soon as I can. Give Mac my love and a hug for me.”
“Okay dork,” Maxie said fondly. “I love you Georgie. Please take care of yourselves.”
“We will. Love you too, Max. Bye.” Georgie hung up and heaved a deep sigh, setting the phone on the bedside table. Hearing the shower turn off, she climbed out of bed and waited for her turn to use the shower.
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“So what do you want to see?” Dillon asked as they stood outside the movie theatre. They had found a coffee cart done in the lobby and had grabbed their lattes and muffins on their way out to find Georgie some more clothes and toiletries. Now she stood beside him in a dark green t-shirt and jeans, with her hair pulled back in a ponytail.
“Return of the King,” she decided.
“Ah, good choice. Nominated for eleven Oscars including best picture and best director- Peter Jackson.” Dillon supplied, his admiration shining in his eyes.
“That’s your reason for seeing it, not mine.” Georgie said looking over at him, as they went up to get their tickets. Seeing him in a black t-shirt and jeans, she was still baffled that they passed for a married couple.
“Oh? And what are your reasons?” he asked.
“Orlando Bloom and Viggo Mortensen.” Georgie threw nonchalantly over her shoulder as she went in to take her seat.
Almost three hours later found Georgie sniffling quietly into a napkin Dillon had passed to her. There on the screen, Aragorn had just been crowned king and had just discovered that his love, Arwen, was alive and had returned to him. Watching the handsome king give the beautiful princess a hungry kiss, Georgie whispered, “That has got to be the most romantic thing I’ve seen in a long time.”
Dillon watched her with a thoughtful expression on his face.