Blind, Thick-Headed and Handsome – 14

CJ rode in the car noting that it was one of the happiest days in their romance yet. She and Matt were about to set up house as they began their journey into what she hoped would be the best time of their lives. Call her crazy but she couldn't wait to make room in her closet for his clothes and organize his toiletries in with hers. It was the little things that symbolically solidified their new relationship for her. Nothing in the world could possibly burst her bubble today.

She glanced at the speed limit sign posted on the road and it gave her an idea to do some math.

Hmm … three times the first night, six times the second night, two times the first day in Hawaii (a low), and an average of three times per day/night in the subsequent days following that, brings the grand total to …

"Fifty!"

"Huh?"

"The speed limit sign reminded me of how many times we've had sex."

Matt grinned slyly. "It'll be 51 as soon as we get in the door!"

Oh, he was going to wait that long?

"Do you think we'll have enough time before Will gets there?"

"CJ, we'll make time."

Oh, she loved that answer!

"Well okay then! So why don't you consider pressing harder on that gas pedal, pal!"

He smiled, totally agreeing with her.

"By the way, CJ, any time in particular that stands out in your mind as a favorite?"

She didn't have to think too hard.

"Hmm … I think it's three-way tie."

"Between…"

"Between our very first time, the time on the beach, and that morning you accosted me in the kitchen of our suite."

Ah, that last one she listed was especially memorable to him, too. Something about seeing your wife parading around in nothing but one of your cotton t-shirts preparing the most important meal of the day made him forget all about his empty stomach. Before he knew it, he was kissing her lips and legs and everything in between as he sat her up on the counter and proceeded to give her pleasures that both surprised her and thrilled her. Her sweet spot, so conveniently accessible in this position, made him want to do things deeper and faster than ever before. His hands groped at her feverishly before carrying her back to the bedroom to finish satisfying her.

"Yep, it's a definitely a three-way tie."

Matt caught himself smiling, thinking he'd better knock off the daydreaming before the wrong head started doing the driving. He was at the wheel and needed to be the responsible one. He couldn't let the oversexed woman next him distract him.

And that was probably not only very wise decision, but a very timely one, too.

CJ nonchalantly glanced to her left and saw the all too familiar uh-oh-we've-got-trouble look on his face.

"What's wrong?"

"I think we're being followed, CJ. No, don't turn around. It's a blue van. I think it's been tailing us ever since we left the office. Better brace yourself for some fancy driving."

Oh, cool! Another adventure!

Matt drove on the rural two-lane road frequently checking his rear-view mirrors, unsure if it was a case of an impatient lead-footer or if somebody was truly in pursuit. He altered their route, trying to ascertain if his suspicions were right.

But, the van didn't change direction at all. It in fact it followed every turn, tailing them more aggressively until it edged close enough to ram into their rear bumper, jolting them in their seats.

Yes, they were definitely being followed.

CJ reactively grabbed ahold of her shoulder strap, making a point to remember as much as possible about the series of events transpiring. When the van approached again, it bumped harder against the rear bumper before accelerating and coming up along-side them. She tried to get a glimpse of the license plate or even the driver, but he or she was wearing a ski mask and going way too fast for her to get a good look.

She was scared but didn't let on. She trusted Matt and knew he was well experienced in handling dangerous situations such as these. He made a sudden jerk with the wheel to the left forcing the van to waver towards the opposite side of the road.

"Maybe we should call the police?"

"No, no time for that, CJ. Get my gun out of the glove box and load it."

She obliged, happy to collaborate efforts.

The van did a 180, stopped, and accelerated towards them. Matt was able to veer to the left, avoiding a direct hit. But the van spun the car like a top, considerably jamming his door and stalling his motor.

While Matt tried to restart his engine, the van retreated to gain momentum again.

CJ thought he would ask her to climb into the back seat and fire at the driver. But Matt was so concerned about something happening to her that he altered his usual idea and was already considering plan B.

"CJ, jump out of the car and get away as fast as you can!"

He thought it was the safest plan possible, but she didn't like the idea at all!

"And what are you going to do?"

"Never mind me. I'll think of something. Please, CJ. Do as I say!"

But she wasn't budging.

"I'm not leaving you. We're a team, remember?"

He scowled.

"CJ, you pick a hell of a time and place for our first marital argument! Please do as I say. We don't exactly have many options right now!"

She saw the intensity in his expression and felt compelled to acquiesce. The van was accelerating at a high speed, about to push them off the road and there was no time to waste. This was the first of those instances where she figured she'd better listen to her husband, hoping that his judgment wasn't clouded by his love for her.

She reluctantly unfastened her seatbelt, opened the car door, and dropped onto the ground.

When she was safely out of the car, he tried the gas pedal but it wouldn't budge. He grabbed his gun, turned around and fired at the front tire of the van as it came charging at him ... and missed. Without any other options, he tried his seat belt, hoping it would open. It clicked but the van, traveling at a high rate of speed, came barreling towards him and pushed his car into a utility pole. The force and impact were so great that it sent Matt vaulting head first into the windshield.

It all happened so fast that CJ didn't have time to scream, until afterwards, when she saw the van speed away and the Mercedes folded up like an accordion.

"NOOOOOOOO!"

She scrambled as fast as she could towards the car, crying his name as she waded through the debris on the road. She rushed to his door to see his face pressed up and into the dashboard.

"HOUSTON!"

He didn't respond. There was so much blood and a million bits of broken glass everywhere that she was reluctant to check his pulse. She reached around his back instead, praying the mobile phone still worked and uttered words she never said before.

"Hello, operator this is an emergency! I need an ambulance. My husband's been in a car accident. He's hurt bad. Please … hurry!"

And just like that, in a flash, CJ's happy world came to a screeching halt.