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By: Scarlett Finn






Epilogue


Their night had been long, but she had savoured every minute of it. The peril they’d been in before felt like nothing to this experience. The depth of such extreme emotions was no doubt intensified by their developed love. Every day she loved Rushe more, which meant that every day her fear of losing him increased. This time around, for a minute, she had actually lost him, but she wouldn’t make that mistake again.

Rushe had disappeared from their room in the morning and had come back with clothes and other supplies. Flick didn’t ask questions, she just dressed, they ate, and then they were on the road again.

‘Where are we going?’ she asked.

‘There’s a decent hotel about an hour down the road. We’ll set up there; I’ll call in a couple of favours.’

‘For what?’ Flick asked. ‘Shouldn’t we just go to your house? Do you still not trust me? Do you still think I’ll—‘

‘I don’t have a house.’

‘What?’

‘Never needed one. I’m a drifter, Kitten. I make camp wherever I happen to be until the next job comes along.’

‘But you said you had an apartment,’ she said.

‘I did. The one that Eric got for me, it’s where we lived.’

‘That wasn’t your real home,’ Flick said, examining his stony profile. ‘You set that up for us, so no one would come looking.’

‘There’s always someone looking,’ Rushe said. ‘I stay in a hotel, or an apartment, or wherever I want. Then I move on when I need to. It doesn’t pay to have ties; it doesn’t pay to get attached. If I leave a trail—‘

‘Weakness, I know, you’ve told me already. You really don’t have a home?’

‘Never have,’ he shrugged, and glanced at her then back to the road. ‘I’m not going to leave a base full of information for anyone to find.’

He’d done it deliberately, made a conscious decision never to establish himself anywhere. The only place in the world he left a trace of himself was in her body.

For the rest of the journey she thought about the nomadic lifestyle that lay ahead of her. If Rushe was so dead against setting up a home then it would be one meaningless apartment to the next, or one hotel to the next. Traditional life wasn’t something she was ever going to have with Rushe, but the more she found out the more curious she was about his past, and about the future they would have together.

As time went on she would learn more about Rushe. If she pushed him too hard all at once he would push back, and that would not have beneficial results. So she would be patient with him and let the details become clear on his schedule.

In the interval they spent together over the three months they were without work, she had gained ground. Now they would have time to get back to that state of co-habitation. Rushe would remember their connection, and she could inch just a little bit closer.

She stayed in the car while he checked into the hotel room, and he came out to retrieve her. While the hotel was decent, it wasn’t on the same level as the Waterside. Flick found herself glad for that reprieve. She didn’t want to recall what it was like to live there.

They had a two-room apartment with a living space, bedroom, and a shower room. Nothing more or less than what they needed.

The room was spacious, and Flick went straight into the shower while Rushe made his phone calls. When she got out she noticed the laptop booted up on the desk.

‘You got a computer?’

‘You should tell your friend that you’re safe,’ he said. All of their belongings were laid out on the bed, and Flick saw Rushe pick up each item in turn to inspect it. Most of it was from the emergency kit, but there were some unfamiliar additions.

‘Do we have another job?’ she asked, sliding into the chair at the desk.

‘I’m waiting on a call.’

‘Ok,’ she said. Rushe hadn’t looked at her, and tension rode his shoulders, more than had been there on their arrival. ‘Should we talk?’

Rushe picked up a gun and popped out the clip. ‘About what?’

‘Are you upset with me about something?’ Flick didn’t know where this infuriation had come from.

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