Steele Dreaming

by Tanya Reed

The chapters in this thing are really short because I wanted to give the piece the feeling of occurring in little flashes. This one is really, really short...

Disclaimer: Remington Steele is not mine, and I am not making any money from this story.

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Things were hazy at first, kind of like being in a fog filled room. Then, the picture sharpened. Laura, now being able to see, looked around. She was in her apartment, the one she shared with him. He was due any moment, and she was looking forward to seeing him.

It had been a month since their phony marriage, their trip to Mexico, London, and Ireland. It had been less than that since he said that he loved her. He had actually said the words. She couldn't believe it, even now. Pretending to be married to him—she loved it. If it weren't for the fact that she was living a lie, she'd be completely happy. It was scary—but a good kind of scary. Definitely.

The door clicked as it opened, and Laura turned. Mr. Steele…Remington…smiled a funny smile when he saw her. Puzzled, Laura didn't say anything, she just leaned back on the couch.

Remington watched her, putting his hands in his pockets. For a moment, he stood there, hesitant. He studied Laura reclining there, then gave a short, decisive nod. Quickly, he walked around the sofa and sat beside her. She looked at him curiously.

"Laura…" he said.

Laura noticed the nervousness in his face and in his voice. Her curiosity growing, she gave him her full attention. He looked down and seemed to be searching for something to say.

"Mr…" she stopped and grinned, "Remington?"

He looked up, and there was a frightened look on his face mingled with the nervousness. Remington's eyes met hers, and he picked up her hand. A shiver went over Laura as she realized that something very important was about to happen.

"Laura…" he cleared his throat, "Laura, I've been thinking. What would you say to us making it official, eh? Will you marry me—for real this time?"