Michael Knight stepped out of the bathroom half dressed and dripping wet. The aroma of coffee drifted into the bedroom of the tiny house. His girlfriend, Amy was in the kitchen making breakfast, as she bang the counter with anything that she held while she rushed.
"Hey! Slow down before you cut your finger," he said to her while he sat down on the hope chest and put on his socks.
"I already did, Michael." She laughed, and stood in the doorway.
Her baggy pink shirt stopped at her hips that showed her sculpted legs.
Amy leaned on the door frame for she was a slender blond with a bubbly personality. They had met during his last assignment. He had tracked down some bank robbers who were hiding out in a backwater town, where Amy worked in a local diner as a waitress.
He pulled on his boots, and then slid each other of his arms into his shirt leaving it unbuttoned. "I didn't hear you yell."
She walked to him, and held onto his shirt, standing on her toes to stare into his baby blue eyes. "You were in the bathroom." She kissed him.
He hugged her. "Thank you for the kiss but I am starving."
"Breakfast is ready. I don't understand why you got dress. I'm planning for us to stay in," she said, and lightly kissed his lips again.
He could face down the most dangerous criminals, but to tell a woman that he was leaving. He rather be staring down a barrel of a gun. Michael hugged and wanted this moment to last.
"I understand," she whispered.
Amy patted his hand and left the bedroom heading to the kitchen. He wondered when her understanding would melt away from her loneliness. When the realization would hit her.
He walked down the hallway that led into the kitchen. The photos hung on the walls of places instead of people. Water was running in the sink making the pipes bang. Amy was already washing the dishes. Her home was small, but perfectly clean for everything had it's place, and she despised clutter.
Sitting down in the chair at the table for two, he removed the cover from his plate was filled with eggs, sausage, hash browns, and toast. She poured fresh orange juice for him in a small glass, and sat across from him to eat her fruit cup and toast.
Michael attempted to carve out somewhat of a normal life from his dangerous loner lifestyle. This relationship with Amy wasn't fair to her. She deserved to find a man that she could marry and could have children with.
They ate their breakfast enjoying each other's company.
Michael stood. "Do you want any coffee?"
"Yes, I do." Amy stared at him. "Are you leaving today?" She asked.
He poured the coffee in the cups. "Unfortunately, I must leave tomorrow. I thought today we could do some hiking on the trails."
"The last few days we have been on the go. We just could stay in and do other things. You need to rest too," she said.
He sat back down in the chair. The truth was he didn't want to leave her that he enjoyed his time with her. Amy's home was a refuge from his dangerous lifestyle hunting down criminals who thought they were above the law.
Working for the Foundation for Law and Government wasn't easy, he had become a wanted man in the criminal underworld.
Maybe it was for the best that they stayed in.
"We can stay in and do other activities," he said and grinned at her.
"Good."
Amy seemed to be to good to be true at times. But he chosen to ignore his nagging feeling about her for he desperately longed for a normal life.
Amy finished up her breakfast putting her dishes in the sink and collected his.
Her soft fingers rubbed his neck, he guided her to his lap.
"Thank you for breakfast," he said.
"You're welcome." She sat down on his lap, putting her arm around his neck. "How long will you be gone this time?"
His fingers stroked her fine blonde hair, he said, "About two to three weeks. I have a long assignment waiting for me."
"That long," she said, staring into his blue eyes. "I'm beginning to understand why you don't want a serious relationship." Amy sighed. "For you being tall, dark, and handsome, sometimes, I wonder if you have any other women located in different cities." She eyed him.
It was starting already only after a few weeks of dating each other. Amy was getting jealous because she couldn't handle the separation. Or was it possible that she was sensing his feelings for another woman. He couldn't have his former fiance, Stephanie, and nicknamed her Stevie in his other life. Before he was Michael Knight the champion of the innocent and the powerless.
Amy's lustful touch brought him back from his own thoughts.
"It isn't fair to you or any other woman the long intervals of being apart and the danger too. After while it starts to eat away at the relationship."
"Michael, I want a relationship if you. I don't care about the other stuff. I just want you." She kissed him.
He fought the desire just to pick Amy up and carry her to the bedroom.
"You might think about it differently. When someone is trying to hurt you to get back to me." He rubbed her face. "I care about you and don't want to see you get hurt because of me. I don't know how long I can make you happy with my crazy life."
"Is that why you suggested for me to continue to date other men?" She asked.
"Sweetheart, you are one of those type of women, who wants a husband and children. As long as I continue to work for the Foundation I can't be a family man."
Amy kissed him lightly on his lips. "That takes a brave and honest man to say those words. You will make an excellent husband and father someday."
In those words he felt she was very honest and open with him. Michael couldn't help feeling that she was hiding something from him. But there was nothing to indicate she was lying to him.
Maybe it was guilt turning into suspicious behavior because he wanted Stevie and not Amy.
"Thank you for that," he said.
"Don't you want to settle down and to be with one woman?" Amy asked.
The only woman he wanted to be with was Stevie. She was the only woman outside of the Foundation for Law and Government who knew about his past.
"When I am finish with my cause, but that's sometime long away from now." He stared at her trying to make her feel important. "I just want to enjoy the present with you." He kissed her, hoping she wouldn't ask him any more questions.
Amy relaxed during the kiss, and her fingers raced up and down on his bare chest. His skin tingle anticipated his longing for her, he yanked her closer to him, placing his hand in her hairline, and kissed her hard. He wanted to carry her back to the bedroom.
Sensing his urge, she eagerly readjusted herself on his lap. Her hot breath on his neck, she whispered, "take me here..."
The telephone rang, as he moaned out of frustration.
"We can start again, Michael."
Amy left and rushed to the phone while he watched her, hoping it wasn't the Foundation.
She answered the phone from the wall. "Hello," she said, putting her hand over the mouthpiece of the phone, "Michael it is for you, your boss, Devon," she stated.
He walked over, taking the phone, as he rubbed her cheek. "Your timing is perfect like always, Devon." He sounded frustrated in his voice. His body language quickly transformed from annoyance to worry. "I'll be there as soon as I can. I will tell KITT to give Bonnie our ETA on our arrival."
Hanging up the phone, he looked at Amy.
"Is everything alright?" she asked.
He sighed. "I'm not sure. Devon is very worried, so when he is worried, I am concern. I need..."
"Go, Michael. I understand. Just call me when you can." She hugged him and kissed him.
It felt like the final kiss from her.
