Chapter 8
M woke the next morning to find James staring at her. She gave him a small smile and leaned into kiss him.
"Good morning." She said.
"Morning. You okay."
"Will you stop worrying about me. I can't count the number of times you ask me that in a day."
"Sorry. I can't help it, I worry M."
"I know."
"Listen I've been thinking about something."
"Oh. I'm intriuged."
"We're together now. I feel silly calling you M when you have a name."
"I see."
"Look, I won't call you by your name when we're at work, I promise but here in private, surely we can be less formal."
"What about Kincade."
"You'd still feel better having him call you M."
"When there's others around he may forget and let it slip."
"Okay, so just me then. When he's not around I can call you..."
"Barbara. My name's Barbara."
"Barbara. It's nice. Suits you."
"Thank you very much. I suppose we should get up."
"Yeah, let's make Kincade a nice fattening breakfast."
They smiled at one another before getting up and dressed. They were in the kitchen cooking breakfast when Kincade walked in, looking like hell.
"Morning Kincade."
"Lad, M."
"Morning. You okay." M asked.
"Don't. I feel shite."
"I told you that you should have refused the drinks."
"Yes lad I know. I'll listen next time. What the hell are you cooking." He grimaced.
"Sausage, bacon, eggs. Your favourite."
"Not today son. Don't think I'll manage it."
"Try. It'll settle your stomach."
James set the plate infront of him and one look at it had him rushing to the toilet. James and M burst out laughing.
"Serves him right."
"James."
"Well. He knows he can't handle his drink. I'm not feeling sympathy."
"Now come on, he did go out last night to give us time on our own. He was doing us a favour. Be a little understanding."
"Fine but I'm only doing it for you."
"I love you so much." She smiled.
"I love you too Barbara. God it feels funny saying that."
"Yes, well just remember where you say it or I'll have you shot."
"Yes Ma'am." James winked.
They stood in the middle of the kitchen kissing when James phone started ringing. He looked at the screen and then at M.
"What is it." She asked.
"It's Tanner."
"Well you'd better answer it."
"Bill."
"Bond the hell are you."
"I told you, Scotland."
"How is she."
"Yeah, she's fine. Recovering well. Is something wrong." James asked, picking up worry in Tanner's voice.
"We may have a situation. I'd really appreciate it if you and M could get back to London as quickly as possible."
"Tanner what is it. Tell me."
"Someone associated with Silva is threatening revenge on you and M. We need to back."
"We're on our way."
James hung up the phone and looked at M who had a look of worry displayed on her face. She could tell by his expression that it wasn't good news.
"What is it. What's happened."
"Look I don't want you to worry, okay."
"Too late. James tell me."
"Someone who is connected to Silva has been in contact with MI6. They've threatened the lives of you and I."
"Oh my god. I knew it was too good to be true. It won't end will it. Even in death he'll win."
"Hey, don't. Don't say that. I'll die before I let anything happen to you. Nobody is going to get to you."
"James I'm scared."
"I know, I know. Come here. It'll be okay."
M started crying as James held her in his arms. He knew it had been too good to be true. All he wanted was some peace and quiet to enjoy time with the woman he loved. All in good time he thought. All in good time.
To Be Continued….