Rebound - Marie Johnston Page 0,15
Who knows how often he had access to internet?
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Water and small rooms. That was Kane’s life. He walked past the phones and entertained the thought of trying Olivia again. Weighing the balance between charming and stalking, he decided to wait another week before calling again. He still wasn’t sure his messages were welcome, but he couldn’t give up until she told him to fuck off.
Rubbing the back of his neck, he made the decision of the day. Check his e-mails or go workout first?
E-mail was calling to him. Opening up his e-mail account, Kane kicked back in the small rec room that had been his hangout for the past four months. It could be worse. His officer status gave him a little more privacy and a little more room, even a more spacious rec room, than the enlisted Sailors.
When his e-mail pulled up, Kane froze. He read Olivia’s name in the inbox. Finally! But was she was e-mailing to tell him he was being a creeper and she wasn’t interested? Hell with it, at least he’d know for sure.
Hi Kane,
Sorry I keep missing your calls. How was Italy?
Olivia
Not exactly a confession of her undying love for him, but he was a desperate man. Now how should he respond without sounding desperate, but still trying to encourage more than a pen pal-type relationship?
Hey Good Looking!
Italy would’ve been better with you. Instead, I bought some gifts, ate some pasta, drank some wine, and came back to the ship to dream of you. We’re heading all around the Mediterranean before we come back home. Are you okay with me calling?
Kane
Olivia reread Kane’s e-mail. Dreaming of her. Dear Lord, had she ever been dreaming of him. Reliving every time they came together in that hotel room. At times, she could remember exactly what he looked like. Then sometimes, his features would get fuzzy and she fretted her memory of him would disappear entirely. Or she’d find out she dreamed the entire weekend.
He’d been gone for weeks when she was thumbing through her phone and came across the tuxedo pictures of him. Feeling a bit junior highish, she even made one the background on her screen. Curse her rigidness that she didn’t grab him up in few selfies. She didn’t have an old shirt of his to smell and curl up with, no teddy bear to curl around. It sucked. It really did.
But she had e-mail. And she may or may not have listened to his voicemails, repeatedly, during a particularly bad bout of missing him.
Hi Kane,
I imagine my dreams would rival yours. I’m excited to hear about the Mediterranean, or if you tell me will you have to kill me? Of course, you can call me, but I can’t promise not to keep missing your calls and for that I do apologize. Is there any way I can call you back?
Olivia
Holy shit, was she really dreaming of him? Finding that out was worth the almost four months of not hearing from her. Although he was curious why, he didn’t want to push. Okay, he did; he wanted to know why she fell off the radar. Did she go back to the ex and it didn’t work out so Kane was Plan B? So, keep flirting with her or aim for deeper conversation?
Dear Sexy,
I would describe my dreams, but then the poor bastard monitoring emails would really start to enjoy his job. No way to call back, sorry. I’ll keep trying as long as you’re not ready to file restraint charges against me. Email can be sporadic, especially around my schedule, but I’ll keep plugging away. Love hearing from you.
Kane
Someone monitored their e-mails? Did they read them all? Olivia was very glad for her curse of responsibility and that she hadn’t described some of her dreams to Kane. Like him, she was often plagued with memories in the shower; the water sluicing off his chest, dripping down his chin as he thrust into her.
Fanning herself, Olivia was sitting at her desk trying to get her head back into work. She had a meeting with her boss in a few minutes. Her boss was super excited about an upcoming project and Olivia tried to muster the same volume of enthusiasm. Nope, couldn’t do it.
Truth be told, she’d been listlessly going through the motions of work for months. Really, since after the first year she lived in the city. At first it was all excitement, big city experiences, and new job thrills. Now it was too many