Deja Vu

PT.5

All the guys were catching up. "Matt? I'll get us checked in while you all get reacquainted." Kitty said, smirking at them all.

"No! Kit, wait. Look, Guys, we'll catch up later. We've had a long ride and we haven't eaten yet. So..."

"Ah, yeah sure. We get it. Catch ya later, when we are all here. It'll be fun, like ol' times. You'll see."

Approaching the counter, the clerk greeted them. "Hello. Welcome to the Winsor Inn."

"Hello. We have a reservation I believe. Mr. and Mrs. Matthew Dillon."

"Oh. Yes, Sir, Mr. Dillon and congratulations. I understand you are being honored."

Matt blushed. "Yes, thank you."

The clerk waved to the bellman. "He will take your bags and show you to your room. And please, if you need anything…"

Matt nodded. Kitty snuggled close to Matt's arm. "Kit, does everyone know?"

"Oh, Matt, it's a good thing. I am proud of you."

As they entered the room, "Ah, Cowboy, do you remember when we were here before?"

"Uh huh." He slowly slipped his arm around her waist, then heard the bellman clear his throat. "Oh, sorry." He tipped him then closed and locked the door. "Now, where was I?"

"I believe you were telling me how nice you thought the room was."

"HA!" Slipping his hands beneath her jacket. "Nah. This don't work." He was now fumbling with the snaps.

"Do you need help?"

"YEAH!"

Chuckling, she removed her jacket. "There. Better?"

"Yeah, better." He knew he could manage the shirt waist.

"Hey? I thought you were hungry, Mister."

"Uh huh. And, if you will participate, Ma'am, I will be quite satisfied."

"OHHHHHHH. I see." Smirking a sultry smile.

Before long they relieved one another of the remaining articles of clothing. Indulging in the pleasure of an intimate meeting of mind, body and soul, the two became one as they had mastered over many years of knowing one another. Lying sated, entwined, they were listening to the sound of their heartbeats.

"Cowboy?"

"Hmmm?"

"Earlier. Was something wrong? I mean when your friends showed up?"

"Don't think so. Why?"

"Oh, it was just something I sensed, a feeling. I'm not quite sure."

"Kit, look. I know they are a bit wild but we all haven't seen one another in a long time and…"

"Oh, Matt, that's not it. I've dealt with rowdy cowboys in the Long Branch for years. It was when they were talking. I saw a change come over you. Cowboy, you know I can read you like a book."

Matt just laid back, closed his eyes, pulled her close and placed his hand on her cheek. I love you, Kit." He said placing a soft kiss on her lips. "Hey, I'm starving."

Huffing out a breath and a laugh. "Of course you are." As she studied his face, she was wondering what was running through his mind.

Entering the dining room of the hotel, they figure they have a light supper, before going to a reception for all the award recipients. Matt asked for a table by the window so they'd be away from the crowds. They were enjoying the quiet time alone, reminiscing about their last visit to Washington. But this time, they were there as man and wife.

Sitting close together, as they talked. Kitty reached over, taking pieces of food from his plate. He had, over time, stopped saying anything.

"Matt, how many of these friends are supposed to show?"

"Oh, maybe five, besides me. Kitty, they're not bad guys, they're just... Umm… Kitty, there is something I need to tell you before they all get here."

"Oh? Matt, why don't I like the sound of that?"

Before he could answer, the next thing they heard was a high-pitched voice with a deep southern drawl. "MATTY!"

Kitty raised her brow, watching the color drain from Matt's face.

He now dropped his face into both hands, mumbling, "I'm dead."

"Cowboy? Are you alright?"

Shaking his head, "No. Kitty, Honey, I'm sorry. I'll explain."

Just then, "Matty!" Grabbing hold of his arm, pulling him to his feet and into an embrace. Kitty was now looking on, lips tight, wondering what exactly was happening before her eyes and who this was.

Matt was trying to pull himself free. "Joey! Easy here. Ok, ok. Easy here."

"AHHHH, Matty." Now smiling at him. "You're still a big one. I won't break ya." Now laughing out loud.

Matt shook his head. "Ain't sure bout' that."

Kitty cleared her throat. "Joey?"

Now Matt rolled his eyes. "Ah, yeah... Kitty, this is Joey McKay. Joey, this is Kitty." Clearing his throat. "My wife."

"Well now, ain't that a kicker."

Kitty raised a brow. "Oh?"

"Oh, Honey, I just mean, I didn't think any one gal would ever land this one. I sure tried." Winking.

Pursing her lips, "Is that a fact?"

Matt wanted to crawl under the table. After all these years he never thought he'd have to deal with another woman from his past. But in his mind, he never considered Joey a woman from his past. She was just another one of the guys. A tomboy that was always hanging around.

Joey turned to Kitty. "Lucky gal, landing this one. He's a keeper."

Kitty smiled at her. "I'll try to remember that." She said, smirking.

Just then, several of the guys waved Joey towards a table they had. "Catch up with ya later, Matty." Leaning up, she kissed him. "Glad ta' meet ya, Ma'am."

As she walk off, before Kitty could say a word, Matt sat down. "Please, Kit, don't…"

"Oh, Cowboy, you're not getting off that easy." Now letting out a huge barrel laugh.

TBC