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Chapter 18
And About Their Letters
Marian
"What?!" I screamed at the laptop and Betts fell off the bed.
"What?" She said, worried.
I jumped up and grabbed her in a tight hug. "I'm moving in with Vick!"
She gasped. "What? But you've only known him a month."
"I know!" I laughed.
She frowned. "Marian, I'm happy an all, but have you two thought this through?"
I spun round in a circle. "Nope! We haven't at all. But I love him and we might both be dead in a week so we're doing this now! And we have no plan, and no idea what we're doing but we're happy!"
She shook her head. "Your dad is going to kill you."
I laughed. "No he's not! He loves Vick."
She sighed. "Well that's something I guess." Then she grinned. "Have I told you you're mad?"
I nodded and hugged her again. "Yep. And you have also told me you love me."
She smiled. "And also that you are so modest."
We ended up doing the whole girly giggle and hug and jump around until we were interrupted by a knock on the door.
"Come in!" I sang and Nigel poked his head round the door looking confused.
"Nigel!" I shouted and held out my arms for a hug.
Nigel looked at me like I had lost my mind.
"Umm. Sorry for interrupting. But I was just wondering… umm."
Betts smiled. "What?"
He came into the room and fiddled with his shirt cuffs. "I was wondering if you'd like to do something, sometime."
There was silence. So, I took it onto myself to do a bit of match making.
"Right, well. Nigel, I am sure Betts would love to go and get a drink with you. Now is a good time and I seem to remember a bottle of wine in the small fridge in the conference room. Why don't you take her there now and chat for a while. I know you want to. Betts? Good. No, you don't have a choice. You can thank me later. Off you go. Don't hurry back. I need to reply to an email which is very important. Now, go."
Nigel grinned at me and Betts shot me a glare. She'd either pay me back or thank me on bended knee later. I hoped for my sake it was the later. But she turned to Nigel, smiled and they left.
I squealed to myself and sat back down at my laptop.
Dear Vick.
YESYESYESYESYESYESYESYES!1
I love the house. It's amazing. How big is the garden? No, don't tell me. I just saw the picture.
I love it.
When can we move in?
Does your mum know?
She strikes me as the traditional type. Will she let us?
You will be very proud of me: I have just sent Betts off to have a drink with Nigel.
I know, matchmaker alert.
I have emailed the names to the guy who makes us the dog tags. They should be here by the time I go on leave and I will bring them then.
Two weeks. Just two weeks. Then I will see you and my house.
Yay!
Betts disapproves and says we haven't thought this through.
That's true.
Ahh well.
Now, Lucky.
Serious face on.
We think we know where she is vaguely. I can't tell you now as these emails go through the censor and will just black it out.
But we know she's in a village about 15 miles away.
That's all I can say.
Sorry.
So, the plan is we go and storm it when we know exactly and bring her back and slam her fiery ass in jail.
Piece of cake.
Could you forward any important emails from Yves to me please? I kinda need to know what's going on back your side of the Atlantic.
Thank you!
Thing is, we know that she's got a load of ammo. Mainly because we are always getting less than we need. It seems like she's stealing it before it gets to us but after it leaves. Is that possible? Message for Yves to look into there.
I was thinking. I don't want to be constantly coming out here now that I have you.
I don't want you to be worrying all the time that I'm about to blow myself up.
So, after this Lucky thing is over, I might apply for a job back in Colorado.
Now I know you're doing your smug smile again.
Right, I really need to go. Dinner's about to be served and I need to break up the love fest that is Betts and Nigel.
Whish me luck.
I love you.
Marian.
Xx
p.s. don't you DARE start decorating the house before I get there.
I mean it!
See ya soon!