There it was again. That feeling that he was being watched. He'd had it on and off for weeks now. Like eyes boring a hole in the back of his head. He turned around, but could see no one. Same as always. He hadn't told Faith about it. He was sure if it was anything, she would have noticed it too. Women pick up on stuff like that. His imagination was playing tricks on him.
Later on he leaned on the bar, sipping his beer. The bar was fairly busy for this time of night, but Bosco saw no one he knew. All of a sudden he had that feeling again. Someone was watching him. He turned around and saw he wasn't imagining it this time. Bright blue eyes stared at him. His eyes took in the rest of her. She was tall, with curves in all the right places. Dark red hair spilled over her shoulders. She smiled at him.
He didn't normally like red heads, but what the hell, any port in a storm.
He slid along the bar.
"Hey buddy, another beer for me, and whatever the lady's having."
He introduced himself. She said her name was Claire. They drank and talked for a while.
Eventually they left the bar together.
Lying in bed, Bosco looked around her apartment. He was glad when she'd suggested her place, he wouldn't have to wait for her to leave.
He turned to her. "You know" she said, "We've met before."
"Oh God" he thought, "She's not gonna start on about all that past life crap."
"Uhuh" he said, trying to sound interested.
"No, really, we met a few months ago. I'm a nurse, I stitched you up your arm."
"Oh, yeah right." Bosco didn't remember her.
She smiled. She knew he'd remember her.
Bosco waited until she was asleep. He crept out of her bed. He grabbed his jeans, shoes and socks and pulled them on. He couldn't find his shirt. Dammit, where was his shirt? He couldn't look for it properly without waking her up. He sighed and pulled on his jacket. Oh well, he'd never really liked that shirt anyway.
He felt a bit bad about leaving, but wasn't it better than leading the girl on, letting her think that there could be a relationship?
The next day, Faith smiled at him. "late night, huh Bos?"
"Yeah, I met some girl. Reckoned she'd met me before. A nurse, said she'd stitched me up before. God Faith, I've been sewn up that many times, am I supposed to remember everyone who did it?"
Faith looked at Bosco. One of these days he was going to get burned.
Claire rolled over in her bed. The other side of it was empty. Maurice had gone. She was surprised she hadn't heard it if he had been called to work. Policemen were so busy these days.
She rolled out of bed. Something under the bed caught the corner of her eye. She bent down and picked it up. She pressed it to her face and inhaled.
His shirt! He would have to come back now, it was a sign.
She always believed in signs.
Later on he leaned on the bar, sipping his beer. The bar was fairly busy for this time of night, but Bosco saw no one he knew. All of a sudden he had that feeling again. Someone was watching him. He turned around and saw he wasn't imagining it this time. Bright blue eyes stared at him. His eyes took in the rest of her. She was tall, with curves in all the right places. Dark red hair spilled over her shoulders. She smiled at him.
He didn't normally like red heads, but what the hell, any port in a storm.
He slid along the bar.
"Hey buddy, another beer for me, and whatever the lady's having."
He introduced himself. She said her name was Claire. They drank and talked for a while.
Eventually they left the bar together.
Lying in bed, Bosco looked around her apartment. He was glad when she'd suggested her place, he wouldn't have to wait for her to leave.
He turned to her. "You know" she said, "We've met before."
"Oh God" he thought, "She's not gonna start on about all that past life crap."
"Uhuh" he said, trying to sound interested.
"No, really, we met a few months ago. I'm a nurse, I stitched you up your arm."
"Oh, yeah right." Bosco didn't remember her.
She smiled. She knew he'd remember her.
Bosco waited until she was asleep. He crept out of her bed. He grabbed his jeans, shoes and socks and pulled them on. He couldn't find his shirt. Dammit, where was his shirt? He couldn't look for it properly without waking her up. He sighed and pulled on his jacket. Oh well, he'd never really liked that shirt anyway.
He felt a bit bad about leaving, but wasn't it better than leading the girl on, letting her think that there could be a relationship?
The next day, Faith smiled at him. "late night, huh Bos?"
"Yeah, I met some girl. Reckoned she'd met me before. A nurse, said she'd stitched me up before. God Faith, I've been sewn up that many times, am I supposed to remember everyone who did it?"
Faith looked at Bosco. One of these days he was going to get burned.
Claire rolled over in her bed. The other side of it was empty. Maurice had gone. She was surprised she hadn't heard it if he had been called to work. Policemen were so busy these days.
She rolled out of bed. Something under the bed caught the corner of her eye. She bent down and picked it up. She pressed it to her face and inhaled.
His shirt! He would have to come back now, it was a sign.
She always believed in signs.