NOTE: Thanks for the reviews. I didn't realise LA never seen snow. Can
you guess I come from Scotland?!? Hehe. I will update the fist two
chapters so that all the wee mistakes are fixed. Chapter four up soon.
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CHAPTER THREE
Sydney leaned over and switched down the radio, which was playing a song neither of them knew.
"How come you've got such a cool car?"
Vaughn chuckled. "CIA standard issue."
Sydney looked shocked. "Really?"
"No. Weiss hired it for me. A CIA car could lead him to us."
"Liar. You wanted it to look sexy in a cool car." She laughed, and averted her eyes from his gaze. He looked at her sideways through the space in the sunglasses he had put on. They were perfect for him. The frame fitted his face perfectly, accentuating his flawless bone structure. Sydney couldn't help but watch as he drove. He was very sexy, with his dress shirt now rolled up to the sleeves, and the top buttons opened. Suddenly, it was getting very hot in the car. She began to fidget. Pressing buttons, she tried to put the air conditioner higher.
"You ok?" He was reaching the top of a steep hill, with a tight bend.
"It's just really hot in here…"
He pressed an obscure button at the side of the door, which opened her window wide. She tried not to let her face go too red. What she wouldn't give to act cool right now. She stole a glance at him again. He was changing gear. The muscles in his arm flexed, and her mouth dropped open. Sydney stuck her head out the window and gulped fresh clean air.
"What's wrong?!?"
"Huh?" She pulled her head back into the car. "Nothing…" She was in mortal danger from an unknown threat, and all she could think about was how she could see definition of his chest through the shirt. Fanning herself with her good hand, she tried to calm down.
"We're almost there. Five minutes."
"It's Vermont."
"Yeah."
"But… It's Vermont…"
"So?"
"Well… nothing."
"What's wrong with Vermont?"
"It's just… wouldn't it be better if we were in a different country."
"No."
"Why not?"
"This way, we stay in the country, and they don't think to look for us here. They think we're in London."
"Oh right. So where in Vermont are we going?"
"Somewhere on the Adiarondak Mountain range. It's a little cabin that I know."
"Oh." As an after thought, she added, "Do you take all your damsels in distress there?"
"No. And you're not a damsel in distress."
"I could be."
"But you aren't."
"But I could be…" He looked at her funnily. "So you go there often?"
He paused. "I used to go with my father. It was his cabin."
Sydney stopped, and closed her eyes. "I'm sorry."
"Don't be."
"Is it nice?"
"The cabin? Yeah." He smiled at the thought of it. "It's totally peaceful. You could lose yourself there. You'll really like it."
"If you like it, then I'll like it. Are we there yet?"
"Nearly."
*****
They pulled up outside a wooden cabin, covered in snow. It was picturesque – the kind you see in postcards. Sydney stopped to admire it.
"It's beautiful…"
Vaughn watched her intently, smiling when he heard her approval. He'd always loved the cabin and was happy when Sydney stood, hypnotised by the quaint charm it held.
"Yes… it is."
He took the cases from the trunk, while Sydney walked up the steps to the front door. She turned to see Vaughn struggle a little with the two cases, trying to find the keys in his pocket.
"So the CIA doesn't know we're here?"
"No…" He brushed past her, and put the key in the lock. "The source is in the CIA. They left you in my capable hands to keep you somewhere they knew nothing about. I don't want him to find you."
She stopped in the doorway, and watched as he put the cases down in the hallway.
"Thank you." She whispered, barely audible. He turned round to face her, a sad smile playing on his lips. "Thank you for coming with me…" Vaughn pulled off his sunglasses, showing the concern in his eyes.
"It's ok, Syd. Everything will be fine."
She nodded, and held back the tears that were sitting on her lids, waiting to spill. He wanted to go over and fold her into his arms, making everything go away. He wanted to take care of her, even though he knew she was more than capable of keeping herself safe. He wanted to feel needed. She smiled at him, and he knew that in some small way, he was needed. Smiling softly, he walked over to her, and took her by the hand.
"Let's just get settled in first, and then we can talk about how we're going to deal with this. Ok?" She nodded, and walked into the house. Too much was going through her head, as she walked into the cabin. It was a lot larger than she thought. There was a large living room, leading off to an immaculately decorated kitchen. On her right, was a smaller corridor leading down to three doors. She guessed they would be the bedrooms.
"I haven't been here for a while… Almost six years, actually. I'm glad the neighbours have kept it clean."
"You have… neighbours?" The thought of having neighbours on a mountain was funny to her somehow. She started to laugh, but Vaughn looked at her seriously.
"Ofcourse we have neighbours! That's why we have to act normal. Not as if we're hiding from anything."
"Ok. So, what's the plan if one of your neighbours treks the eight, or ten miles to visit you after six years." She looked at him, an eyebrow raised. "I mean… we've got to expect that, haven't we. Your neighbours might come and say hello…"
"They might, Sydney!!! As much as I would love to spend this time with you alone, they might actually visit, and I don't want them to be suspicious."
"You… want to spend time alone?" Sydney couldn't hide the shock on her face.
"Alone? Uh.. yes! How else could we discuss the threat?"
"True. Ok. Can I go unpack?"
"Yeah. A word of warning, though. I…I had to pack the case for you." He added quickly, his face going red. "Just in case anyone was to plant a bug." Sydney nodded.
"Of course. I just hope you packed the essentials. You know, hairdryer, makeup, the lot."
"Of course. I know how you never want to be left without your hairdryer…" He laughed, and rolled the case over to the door she would be sleeping behind. "This is your bedroom. Mine's just across the hall. If you need any help with anything, just holler."
"Thank you." She took the case from his hand, and rolled it into the bedroom. It was beautiful. Her double bed was cream satin, and the curtains a luxurious deep red. The carpet was a thick cream colour, which rolled under her feet as she walked in. The throwover on her bed was a deep red, and her pillows were cream. It was tastefully decorated, which Sydney loved. She sat down on the bed, cradling her arm cast. It was going to be a long holiday. She just prayed the CIA worked quickly finding the threat. Not too fast, though. She wanted to enjoy the… cabin.
Vaughn popped his head in her door. "What do you want for dinner? I can cook anything you want. I have lots of food."
She smiled, and stood up. "Anything." He nodded his head. "Wait… you can cook?"
"Yeah." His smile broadened. "Of course I can. All my damsels in distress need to eat!"
**
CHAPTER THREE
Sydney leaned over and switched down the radio, which was playing a song neither of them knew.
"How come you've got such a cool car?"
Vaughn chuckled. "CIA standard issue."
Sydney looked shocked. "Really?"
"No. Weiss hired it for me. A CIA car could lead him to us."
"Liar. You wanted it to look sexy in a cool car." She laughed, and averted her eyes from his gaze. He looked at her sideways through the space in the sunglasses he had put on. They were perfect for him. The frame fitted his face perfectly, accentuating his flawless bone structure. Sydney couldn't help but watch as he drove. He was very sexy, with his dress shirt now rolled up to the sleeves, and the top buttons opened. Suddenly, it was getting very hot in the car. She began to fidget. Pressing buttons, she tried to put the air conditioner higher.
"You ok?" He was reaching the top of a steep hill, with a tight bend.
"It's just really hot in here…"
He pressed an obscure button at the side of the door, which opened her window wide. She tried not to let her face go too red. What she wouldn't give to act cool right now. She stole a glance at him again. He was changing gear. The muscles in his arm flexed, and her mouth dropped open. Sydney stuck her head out the window and gulped fresh clean air.
"What's wrong?!?"
"Huh?" She pulled her head back into the car. "Nothing…" She was in mortal danger from an unknown threat, and all she could think about was how she could see definition of his chest through the shirt. Fanning herself with her good hand, she tried to calm down.
"We're almost there. Five minutes."
"It's Vermont."
"Yeah."
"But… It's Vermont…"
"So?"
"Well… nothing."
"What's wrong with Vermont?"
"It's just… wouldn't it be better if we were in a different country."
"No."
"Why not?"
"This way, we stay in the country, and they don't think to look for us here. They think we're in London."
"Oh right. So where in Vermont are we going?"
"Somewhere on the Adiarondak Mountain range. It's a little cabin that I know."
"Oh." As an after thought, she added, "Do you take all your damsels in distress there?"
"No. And you're not a damsel in distress."
"I could be."
"But you aren't."
"But I could be…" He looked at her funnily. "So you go there often?"
He paused. "I used to go with my father. It was his cabin."
Sydney stopped, and closed her eyes. "I'm sorry."
"Don't be."
"Is it nice?"
"The cabin? Yeah." He smiled at the thought of it. "It's totally peaceful. You could lose yourself there. You'll really like it."
"If you like it, then I'll like it. Are we there yet?"
"Nearly."
*****
They pulled up outside a wooden cabin, covered in snow. It was picturesque – the kind you see in postcards. Sydney stopped to admire it.
"It's beautiful…"
Vaughn watched her intently, smiling when he heard her approval. He'd always loved the cabin and was happy when Sydney stood, hypnotised by the quaint charm it held.
"Yes… it is."
He took the cases from the trunk, while Sydney walked up the steps to the front door. She turned to see Vaughn struggle a little with the two cases, trying to find the keys in his pocket.
"So the CIA doesn't know we're here?"
"No…" He brushed past her, and put the key in the lock. "The source is in the CIA. They left you in my capable hands to keep you somewhere they knew nothing about. I don't want him to find you."
She stopped in the doorway, and watched as he put the cases down in the hallway.
"Thank you." She whispered, barely audible. He turned round to face her, a sad smile playing on his lips. "Thank you for coming with me…" Vaughn pulled off his sunglasses, showing the concern in his eyes.
"It's ok, Syd. Everything will be fine."
She nodded, and held back the tears that were sitting on her lids, waiting to spill. He wanted to go over and fold her into his arms, making everything go away. He wanted to take care of her, even though he knew she was more than capable of keeping herself safe. He wanted to feel needed. She smiled at him, and he knew that in some small way, he was needed. Smiling softly, he walked over to her, and took her by the hand.
"Let's just get settled in first, and then we can talk about how we're going to deal with this. Ok?" She nodded, and walked into the house. Too much was going through her head, as she walked into the cabin. It was a lot larger than she thought. There was a large living room, leading off to an immaculately decorated kitchen. On her right, was a smaller corridor leading down to three doors. She guessed they would be the bedrooms.
"I haven't been here for a while… Almost six years, actually. I'm glad the neighbours have kept it clean."
"You have… neighbours?" The thought of having neighbours on a mountain was funny to her somehow. She started to laugh, but Vaughn looked at her seriously.
"Ofcourse we have neighbours! That's why we have to act normal. Not as if we're hiding from anything."
"Ok. So, what's the plan if one of your neighbours treks the eight, or ten miles to visit you after six years." She looked at him, an eyebrow raised. "I mean… we've got to expect that, haven't we. Your neighbours might come and say hello…"
"They might, Sydney!!! As much as I would love to spend this time with you alone, they might actually visit, and I don't want them to be suspicious."
"You… want to spend time alone?" Sydney couldn't hide the shock on her face.
"Alone? Uh.. yes! How else could we discuss the threat?"
"True. Ok. Can I go unpack?"
"Yeah. A word of warning, though. I…I had to pack the case for you." He added quickly, his face going red. "Just in case anyone was to plant a bug." Sydney nodded.
"Of course. I just hope you packed the essentials. You know, hairdryer, makeup, the lot."
"Of course. I know how you never want to be left without your hairdryer…" He laughed, and rolled the case over to the door she would be sleeping behind. "This is your bedroom. Mine's just across the hall. If you need any help with anything, just holler."
"Thank you." She took the case from his hand, and rolled it into the bedroom. It was beautiful. Her double bed was cream satin, and the curtains a luxurious deep red. The carpet was a thick cream colour, which rolled under her feet as she walked in. The throwover on her bed was a deep red, and her pillows were cream. It was tastefully decorated, which Sydney loved. She sat down on the bed, cradling her arm cast. It was going to be a long holiday. She just prayed the CIA worked quickly finding the threat. Not too fast, though. She wanted to enjoy the… cabin.
Vaughn popped his head in her door. "What do you want for dinner? I can cook anything you want. I have lots of food."
She smiled, and stood up. "Anything." He nodded his head. "Wait… you can cook?"
"Yeah." His smile broadened. "Of course I can. All my damsels in distress need to eat!"
**