Yes... I AM going to make you all suffer until Chapter 9 to find out the cold hard truth... about the Heist. As far as them being EX's.... stick around one more chapter ~LOL~ I know, I'm rotten. But ya'll love me anyways.
Happy reading!!
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Original Sin
- Part Six
Disclaimer: See Part 1
Rating: PG
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Just Outside of Estes Park CO, January 2002
2 days after the break-in
The water ran down over her skin in rivulets and splashed down at her feet. She tilted her head back under the showerhead, the long ropes of ebony black hair sticking to her skin in places. Kennedi loved her baths, the feel of the water over her skin. The bathing room she was in was large, most of the decorations imported from Morocco. Keni loved the Moorish / Middle Eastern influences
She turned the handle and shut the water off, reaching for the thick plush towel hanging near by. Kennedi wrapped it around her and tucked the tail into itself, then stepped out onto an equally thick mat to dry off. As she did, her forehead was puckered into a frown. She didn't like the phone call she'd gotten the night before. Frank was in Denver and driving up to see her. Frank... There wasn't a night that went by that she reach didn't reach across the bed for him.
Keni sighed as she looked out of the window at the gentle snow falling outside. Even as annoying as it was it was still lovely in Estes Park and this year it seemed to be even more romantic than normal. Mornings like this reminded her of the first time that she and... She sighed again and wiped the thought out of her mind as her butler walked up behind her.
"Thank you, Aaron." she said in an accent that was mixed English and American. The butler smiled and nodded as he handed her the silk robe, then turned and left her. As she combed her hair, she pondered cutting it short. A thought she'd had off and on for the last few years. Her crowning glory, a thick mass of blue black hair. Shaking her head with a chuckle, Keni pushed the thought back and padded into her office on bare feet.
She settled behind the desk and the half-moon shaped reading glasses. She hated to use them, but for writing and reading up close, she had to. Keni then picked up her address book and flipped through the pages. Finding the entry she wanted, her long fingers quickly dialed the number.
"Who are you calling now Kennedi?"
"Amanda. Why so curious?" came the smooth as silk reply.
"You are finally going to do it then?"
Keni smiled and laughed, slipping off her reading glasses. "Apparently so." She smiled as the other end picked up. "Yes, good morning to you too Amanda. I need to see you immediately. It's time." Once she'd gotten the answer she wanted, she said good-bye and hung up.
The elder man chuckled at Keni. He'd taken care of her since she was a young child and he knew her better than anyone else at times. "I can't even imagine how this is going to turn out. You do remember that you are going to have a visitor this afternoon."
She slipped the glasses back on and resumed writing, the nib of the expensive fountain pen scratching lightly with each stroke on the fine linen stationary. Aaron watched her closely. She'd been acting differently since she got that phone call a week ago. Considering that Frank was on his way up, he broached the 'forbidden' subject once again. This was a fight they'd been having for the last four and a half years.
"When does he find out, Kennedi? When is it enough?"
"I haven't the faintest inkling of what you're talking about." Keni didn't look up from the letter, but her hand had stopped writing with the nib a hair's breath over the paper.
"I think you do, Kennedi Johnson. When does he get forgiveness for sins he never committed?"
She laid down the pen and sat back in the chair. How could she tell him that in the last five years, she'd wished more than once she could run back to Frank and beg him for forgiveness. He had no idea about the child yet either. How could he when she hadn't even known when she walked away. Shaking her head, she slipped the half-moon glasses back on and finished her letter. "I haven't the faintest idea what you're talking about, Aaron. Frank can just cope with it." Signing her name to the letter, she pressed the blotter over it before folding it. Warming the silver wax in the candle flame, she watched the white tip of the flame dance. 'To catch a criminal... marry one.' she thought with a sigh, then dabbed the wax onto the point of the envelope flap and pressed the seal into it. As she waited for the wax to cool, Keni felt Aaron watching her. Unable to look at him or give the answers that were not there, she took a closer look at her own seal of the stylized "K" superimposed over a rose in full bloom. How on earth could she tell Aaron that this all wasn't about sins Frank committed, but instead sins she committed...
"Aaron... it..."
"What, Kennedi?"
She looked up and then handed the letter to him as she stood up. Silently Keni watched the snow falling outside of the window. Somewhere in the world there were lovers in each other's arms and friends smiling at one another. Five years ago she went into hiding and gave up her friends, her lover and husband, her freedom. Just to protect him... or so she kept telling herself.
"He deserves to know, Kennedi. How long do you plan on keeping your secrets?"
"Post that letter please. And let me worry about Frank Donovan."
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Happy reading!!
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Original Sin
- Part Six
Disclaimer: See Part 1
Rating: PG
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Just Outside of Estes Park CO, January 2002
2 days after the break-in
The water ran down over her skin in rivulets and splashed down at her feet. She tilted her head back under the showerhead, the long ropes of ebony black hair sticking to her skin in places. Kennedi loved her baths, the feel of the water over her skin. The bathing room she was in was large, most of the decorations imported from Morocco. Keni loved the Moorish / Middle Eastern influences
She turned the handle and shut the water off, reaching for the thick plush towel hanging near by. Kennedi wrapped it around her and tucked the tail into itself, then stepped out onto an equally thick mat to dry off. As she did, her forehead was puckered into a frown. She didn't like the phone call she'd gotten the night before. Frank was in Denver and driving up to see her. Frank... There wasn't a night that went by that she reach didn't reach across the bed for him.
Keni sighed as she looked out of the window at the gentle snow falling outside. Even as annoying as it was it was still lovely in Estes Park and this year it seemed to be even more romantic than normal. Mornings like this reminded her of the first time that she and... She sighed again and wiped the thought out of her mind as her butler walked up behind her.
"Thank you, Aaron." she said in an accent that was mixed English and American. The butler smiled and nodded as he handed her the silk robe, then turned and left her. As she combed her hair, she pondered cutting it short. A thought she'd had off and on for the last few years. Her crowning glory, a thick mass of blue black hair. Shaking her head with a chuckle, Keni pushed the thought back and padded into her office on bare feet.
She settled behind the desk and the half-moon shaped reading glasses. She hated to use them, but for writing and reading up close, she had to. Keni then picked up her address book and flipped through the pages. Finding the entry she wanted, her long fingers quickly dialed the number.
"Who are you calling now Kennedi?"
"Amanda. Why so curious?" came the smooth as silk reply.
"You are finally going to do it then?"
Keni smiled and laughed, slipping off her reading glasses. "Apparently so." She smiled as the other end picked up. "Yes, good morning to you too Amanda. I need to see you immediately. It's time." Once she'd gotten the answer she wanted, she said good-bye and hung up.
The elder man chuckled at Keni. He'd taken care of her since she was a young child and he knew her better than anyone else at times. "I can't even imagine how this is going to turn out. You do remember that you are going to have a visitor this afternoon."
She slipped the glasses back on and resumed writing, the nib of the expensive fountain pen scratching lightly with each stroke on the fine linen stationary. Aaron watched her closely. She'd been acting differently since she got that phone call a week ago. Considering that Frank was on his way up, he broached the 'forbidden' subject once again. This was a fight they'd been having for the last four and a half years.
"When does he find out, Kennedi? When is it enough?"
"I haven't the faintest inkling of what you're talking about." Keni didn't look up from the letter, but her hand had stopped writing with the nib a hair's breath over the paper.
"I think you do, Kennedi Johnson. When does he get forgiveness for sins he never committed?"
She laid down the pen and sat back in the chair. How could she tell him that in the last five years, she'd wished more than once she could run back to Frank and beg him for forgiveness. He had no idea about the child yet either. How could he when she hadn't even known when she walked away. Shaking her head, she slipped the half-moon glasses back on and finished her letter. "I haven't the faintest idea what you're talking about, Aaron. Frank can just cope with it." Signing her name to the letter, she pressed the blotter over it before folding it. Warming the silver wax in the candle flame, she watched the white tip of the flame dance. 'To catch a criminal... marry one.' she thought with a sigh, then dabbed the wax onto the point of the envelope flap and pressed the seal into it. As she waited for the wax to cool, Keni felt Aaron watching her. Unable to look at him or give the answers that were not there, she took a closer look at her own seal of the stylized "K" superimposed over a rose in full bloom. How on earth could she tell Aaron that this all wasn't about sins Frank committed, but instead sins she committed...
"Aaron... it..."
"What, Kennedi?"
She looked up and then handed the letter to him as she stood up. Silently Keni watched the snow falling outside of the window. Somewhere in the world there were lovers in each other's arms and friends smiling at one another. Five years ago she went into hiding and gave up her friends, her lover and husband, her freedom. Just to protect him... or so she kept telling herself.
"He deserves to know, Kennedi. How long do you plan on keeping your secrets?"
"Post that letter please. And let me worry about Frank Donovan."
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