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Chapter 12
Connections
2230 – Hereford, UK
The couple were lying side by side on their backs staring leisurely at the ceiling. They were pleasantly spent and content. Elvis rolled onto his side and planted a lingering kiss on Georgie's smooth shoulder.
"I gotta tell ya George, I reckon we should 'ave more rows."
She began to giggle. "And why is that?"
"The makin up is the best part." He cheeked, cupping his fingers around her shoulder and planting another kiss.
"That's true." She said resting the back of a hand against her forehead. She felt so relaxed and just wanted to savor the present moment with him. She turned to face Elvis, sensuously fingering back the dark fringe that framed his face. She smiled lovingly. "You are without a doubt the most handsome man I have ever met."
"Uh, huh." He murmured playfully, watching her. "Wha' else?"
Georgie leaned in to kiss him. "And humble." She said laughing softly.
"That as well, yeah. Wha' else?" He said palming her check and drawing her closer.
"…Maddening…"
He grinned, brushing his lips against hers. She loved when he teased her like this. They were both ready to deepen the kiss when the intrusion sounded. Elvis bristled, but deepened the kiss anyway.
"I though you were leaving that damn thing out of the bedroom!" Georgie grumbled breathily.
"Right. How'd that get in 'ere?" He said now slowly trying to break apart from her.
"Leave it alone Elvis!" Georgie said grasping his hair to keep him still.
"Oi!" He moaned as she pulled harder. "At's my hair you're grabbin!"
"I know."
"Compromise then, eh?"
"Hmmmm….No!"
"Let me just see who it is."
"Fine." She said irritably, then released her grasp.
"Babe…" Elvis said rubbing his head. "At's still sore up 'ere"
"Oh stop! Don't babe me. Just answer the fuckin thing." She said gathering the top sheet around herself and flipping her hair.
"Ice princess." He muttered and grabbed the mobile off the nightstand. "Shit!" Once the device was in hand the call ended.
"Anyone important?" Georgie asked drilling her gaze into him.
"Spanner." Elvis said noting no voice mail was left. Georgie took quick notice of the caller's identity and rearranged the sheet again to settle herself down. Spanner had told Elvis they needed to talk. What could not wait until the morning? All of a sudden she felt transparent, as though Elvis knew she had confided in Spanner earlier. Not missing a beat Elvis picked up on her behavior. Their eyes locked and Georgie needed to look away.
"Ya know why he's callin?" Elvis asked, peering at her from beneath the dark fringe.
"I don't reckon." She said mustering her confidence to stare back at him.
"Ya don't reckon." He said cynically.
"Alright! So I had a word with him this evening." She said brushing her hair back with one hand and clutching the sheet closer to her. Elvis took a moment to consider her statement as his eyes travelled all over her. She was sat next to him, bare but for the bed sheet and her hair was tousled in wild disarray. She was stunning and he absolutely loved her.
"Why?" He asked softly but he already knew the answer.
Georgie looked at him sheepishly in a loving way. "Because I'm worried about you."
"Come on. There's nothin to worry about." He said caressing her knee.
"Ha!" She burpled. "There is always something to worry about with you Elvis."
"That's not fair." He said looking at her with those chocolate eyes.
"For once could ya not be walking on a razor's edge?" She lamented.
"What do ya reckon is goin on George?"
"Well that's just it. I don't know!"
"At's not wha I asked ya."
Georgie paused thoughtfully. She knew he was being sincere and hopefully she could finally put her anxieties to rest. "Elvis, I'm afraid you're gonna keep going until Jones catches on to what you're doin." He smiled and squeezed her knee.
"Not goin to 'appen babe. I'm already ahead of him."
"Elvis please. I know you're good, but I'm worried you're gonna get in over your head."
He wagged his head slowly and his gaze was caring. "It's all good. Trust me."
"Then why did you say it was classified?"
He hesitated in his response and Georgie could see he was mentally deliberating. She was ready to resign herself to being kept in the dark until Elvis said, "Jones stepped on a landmine and is gonna 'ave trouble gettin himself to safely step back."
"What the hell does that mean?" She all but pleaded.
"He's fuckin stupid is wha' that means. It's only a matter of time and shit will catch up with him."
"Is that why you have to talk to Toni?"
"Part of it." He said brushing his hair back.
Georgie absorbed everything he just told her. What does Toni have to do with all of this?
"Who did you have to call earlier at the Pub?"
He looked at her for a few seconds, then sighed. "Dave Warner."
Her eyes widened and she pulled the sheet even tighter. "Dave Warner? The colonel in Afghanistan?"
"That's the one. Except he's not in Afghanistan anymore."
"Was it a friendly chat or something else?" She ventured to ask.
"A bit of both actually. He's in London now." He answered happily.
She was shocked and now her mental wheels were turning. She chewed on her lower lip then looked up at him. Elvis was smiling at her and she became lost in the comfort of his expression.
"It's all good." He said leaning in to kiss her. The mobile vibrated between them and Georgie picked it up. "Spanner" She said eyeing the text source then handing the device to Elvis. He opened the text.
"Toni does not know Adam Jones is participating in Selection."
Elvis read the text, frowned deeply and looked up at Georgie.
