Post by rsafan on Feb 23, 2007 1:30:30 GMT -5
Chapter 47
Mom…dad… hi…Well, I guess you’re not home. Sorry I missed you, again. Must be real festive in Salem right now, you’re almost never home. So anyway, there’s something I need to tell you, can’t really do it on the machine so I’ll call back later…or you can call me back. This is really important and I don’t know when I’ll be able to get in touch again. I’ll be all over Europe over the next few months but you could give my England number a ring if we haven’t spoken before I leave. I hope you’re having a great new year, hope it’s started out better than the last and maybe we’ll see each other later in the year, I was thinking maybe around August. Love you both, hugs and kisses to Claire and Zach.
“So I guess you heard too.” Bo said as he walked out of the kitchen and spotted a worried looking Hope standing by the phone.
Hope was thinking about how unfair it was that in recent weeks she’d missed so many calls from her daughter. The time differences were hindrance enough but with two people so eager to speak to each other those where easily overcome. It was the various activities in each of their lives that had them missing each other. What with work, Jack and Jen leaving for England and Shawn wasn't having the easiest time accepting that Rex was staying with Mimi, she just wasn’t at home any longer. She looked at Bo, “I’m sorry, did you say something?”
“We’re obviously not on the same wavelength here.” Bo said as he guided her to the sofa and sat her down, “You tell me what’s got you down and I tell you what’s got me bothered.”
“That was a message from Tory.” she said, indicating the machine, “She’s going to be unreachable for a few months, has something to tell us and we keep missing each other’s calls.”
“The call obviously just came through so why don’t you call her back right now?”
Hope shook her head, “No, she’s probably busy somewhere else and besides she said she might visit in August.”
“August is a long way away Hope, give her a call. I’m sure she’d drop everything to talk to you.”
“Its fine, why don’t you tell me what’s been plaguing you.”
Bo would’ve continued pushing Hope to make the phone call but her tone told him his effort would be wasted, so he changed the topic, “The Dimeras are back.”
“What?”
“One of the officers reported activity at the Dimera mansion. Apparently the place is being aired out, being made ready for residents.”
“Well, maybe the place has been sold and the new owners are eager to move in.”
“I don’t think so. No one in their right mind would buy that place plus it hasn’t been on the market. Police are continually monitoring Dimera activity. I’m telling you Hope; something is up.”
“It could’ve been a private sale, stop borrowing trouble.”
Bo shook his head, “I’m telling you, something is up and the Dimeras are right in the middle of it.”
Hope glanced at Bo and suddenly she was worried. She wouldn’t ignore his hunch, he’d been right so many times before and even though she prayed he was wrong, she knew that when it came to the Dimeras, to always expect the worst. Even though it was always ten times worse than you’d ever imagined. If the Dimeras were returning to Salem, it could spell big trouble.
“Patrick,” Shawn said shocked when he practically bumped into Patrick, “when did you get back to town?”
“I’m guessing right around the time the Dimera mansion was declared open for business again. So which Dimera’s coming back?” Bo asked
“Actually,” Patrick said, addressing both Brady men with some condescension, “I’m back because my sister asked me to return. Since she decided to stay in Salem, I figured why not join her, especially since she mentioned something about this guy who was harassing her, now I know someone isn’t idiotic enough to screw my sister over. Except you of course,” he said to Shawn, “But I can’t blame you for inheriting that from your father.”
“Does this guy have a name?” Shawn asked concerned.
Patrick shrugged, obviously Shawn didn’t realise he was talking about him, “Stay away from my sister Brady, she’s been through enough.”
“Now that’s going to be pretty hard to do, considering she’s still my wife and my son lives with her.”
“The former is easily settled and the latter, well I’m sure we can come to a nice little visiting schedule, you are certainly not going to be dropping by unexpectedly.” He walked away from the two men without even a goodbye.
“Do you think it’s a coincidence that Patrick moves back to town just days after the Dimera mansion becomes a beehive of activity?” Shawn asked his father as they watched Patrick walk away.
Bo shook her head, “Your mother would say he’s simply looking after his family, and we both know she has a soft spot for him. I don’t believe in co-incidences, especially when it involves the Dimeras, something is up. We just have to find out what before everyone in Salem pays the price.”
“I’m thinking the green one, that black one was way too stuffy.” Lucien turned his attention to his wife; they’d been married four weeks earlier in Italy, a private ceremony with just the two of them and two witnesses. She was right; the black dress hadn’t suited her. The green one however, showed off every curve God had given her, she smiled at him awaiting his opinion. He simply reached out his hand for her.
She tut-tutted, shaking her finger at him, “You’re supposed to be working.”
“I can’t concentrate on my work when you’re looking like that.” He got up from his seat and walked over to her. She stayed where she was, waiting for him to approach, when he was close enough; she linked her arms around his neck.
She placed a light kiss in his neck before lifting her head to meet his gaze, “Then I’ll just have to go change won’t I? If I’m so distracting…”
He reached behind her for the zipper, “No need to change,” he pulled it all the way to the small of her back, “I can take care of that for you.”
When the dress dropped to the floor, she just smiled at him, “So I see.”
He lowered his lips to hers, breathing in her scent, tasting her lips. He loved the way she smelled, so clean and fresh, with just a hint of rose. She didn’t wear any perfume, she was the only woman he knew who didn’t, but she didn’t need it. Perfume was used to enhance or disguise a smell, his wife smelt glorious.
She ended the kiss, drawing back, “Sir,” she teased. “That’s quite enough, you’ve sorted out my wardrobe dilemma and now you really should get back to your work.” She stepped out of the dress and picked it up, laying it gently across her arm, she walked away from him, leaving him to study her naked form as she sashayed her hips provocatively.
He enjoyed the view for a few seconds before following her and sweeping her up in his arms, “Well, work will just have to wait. You see, I promised to make all my wife’s dreams come true, and she mentioned something about never having joined the ‘mile high club’, I thought I’d oblige her.”
And he did.
Mom…dad… hi…Well, I guess you’re not home. Sorry I missed you, again. Must be real festive in Salem right now, you’re almost never home. So anyway, there’s something I need to tell you, can’t really do it on the machine so I’ll call back later…or you can call me back. This is really important and I don’t know when I’ll be able to get in touch again. I’ll be all over Europe over the next few months but you could give my England number a ring if we haven’t spoken before I leave. I hope you’re having a great new year, hope it’s started out better than the last and maybe we’ll see each other later in the year, I was thinking maybe around August. Love you both, hugs and kisses to Claire and Zach.
“So I guess you heard too.” Bo said as he walked out of the kitchen and spotted a worried looking Hope standing by the phone.
Hope was thinking about how unfair it was that in recent weeks she’d missed so many calls from her daughter. The time differences were hindrance enough but with two people so eager to speak to each other those where easily overcome. It was the various activities in each of their lives that had them missing each other. What with work, Jack and Jen leaving for England and Shawn wasn't having the easiest time accepting that Rex was staying with Mimi, she just wasn’t at home any longer. She looked at Bo, “I’m sorry, did you say something?”
“We’re obviously not on the same wavelength here.” Bo said as he guided her to the sofa and sat her down, “You tell me what’s got you down and I tell you what’s got me bothered.”
“That was a message from Tory.” she said, indicating the machine, “She’s going to be unreachable for a few months, has something to tell us and we keep missing each other’s calls.”
“The call obviously just came through so why don’t you call her back right now?”
Hope shook her head, “No, she’s probably busy somewhere else and besides she said she might visit in August.”
“August is a long way away Hope, give her a call. I’m sure she’d drop everything to talk to you.”
“Its fine, why don’t you tell me what’s been plaguing you.”
Bo would’ve continued pushing Hope to make the phone call but her tone told him his effort would be wasted, so he changed the topic, “The Dimeras are back.”
“What?”
“One of the officers reported activity at the Dimera mansion. Apparently the place is being aired out, being made ready for residents.”
“Well, maybe the place has been sold and the new owners are eager to move in.”
“I don’t think so. No one in their right mind would buy that place plus it hasn’t been on the market. Police are continually monitoring Dimera activity. I’m telling you Hope; something is up.”
“It could’ve been a private sale, stop borrowing trouble.”
Bo shook his head, “I’m telling you, something is up and the Dimeras are right in the middle of it.”
Hope glanced at Bo and suddenly she was worried. She wouldn’t ignore his hunch, he’d been right so many times before and even though she prayed he was wrong, she knew that when it came to the Dimeras, to always expect the worst. Even though it was always ten times worse than you’d ever imagined. If the Dimeras were returning to Salem, it could spell big trouble.
*****
Shawn and Bo were walking around Salem Place, Hope had ordered Bo to get Shawn out and at such short notice; Bo had been at a loss. So he’d decided they could have lunch at Java Café, he hadn’t really been able to think of anyplace else really. It was on their way there that they ran into a surprising visitor. “Patrick,” Shawn said shocked when he practically bumped into Patrick, “when did you get back to town?”
“I’m guessing right around the time the Dimera mansion was declared open for business again. So which Dimera’s coming back?” Bo asked
“Actually,” Patrick said, addressing both Brady men with some condescension, “I’m back because my sister asked me to return. Since she decided to stay in Salem, I figured why not join her, especially since she mentioned something about this guy who was harassing her, now I know someone isn’t idiotic enough to screw my sister over. Except you of course,” he said to Shawn, “But I can’t blame you for inheriting that from your father.”
“Does this guy have a name?” Shawn asked concerned.
Patrick shrugged, obviously Shawn didn’t realise he was talking about him, “Stay away from my sister Brady, she’s been through enough.”
“Now that’s going to be pretty hard to do, considering she’s still my wife and my son lives with her.”
“The former is easily settled and the latter, well I’m sure we can come to a nice little visiting schedule, you are certainly not going to be dropping by unexpectedly.” He walked away from the two men without even a goodbye.
“Do you think it’s a coincidence that Patrick moves back to town just days after the Dimera mansion becomes a beehive of activity?” Shawn asked his father as they watched Patrick walk away.
Bo shook her head, “Your mother would say he’s simply looking after his family, and we both know she has a soft spot for him. I don’t believe in co-incidences, especially when it involves the Dimeras, something is up. We just have to find out what before everyone in Salem pays the price.”
*****
“Sir?” Lucien Dimera looked up from the file he was studying. The only sign that the pilot had his attention was the raised eyebrow. “We’ll be landing in Salem within the hour.” Lucien nodded and the pilot, having been dismissed, went back to the thingypit.“I’m thinking the green one, that black one was way too stuffy.” Lucien turned his attention to his wife; they’d been married four weeks earlier in Italy, a private ceremony with just the two of them and two witnesses. She was right; the black dress hadn’t suited her. The green one however, showed off every curve God had given her, she smiled at him awaiting his opinion. He simply reached out his hand for her.
She tut-tutted, shaking her finger at him, “You’re supposed to be working.”
“I can’t concentrate on my work when you’re looking like that.” He got up from his seat and walked over to her. She stayed where she was, waiting for him to approach, when he was close enough; she linked her arms around his neck.
She placed a light kiss in his neck before lifting her head to meet his gaze, “Then I’ll just have to go change won’t I? If I’m so distracting…”
He reached behind her for the zipper, “No need to change,” he pulled it all the way to the small of her back, “I can take care of that for you.”
When the dress dropped to the floor, she just smiled at him, “So I see.”
He lowered his lips to hers, breathing in her scent, tasting her lips. He loved the way she smelled, so clean and fresh, with just a hint of rose. She didn’t wear any perfume, she was the only woman he knew who didn’t, but she didn’t need it. Perfume was used to enhance or disguise a smell, his wife smelt glorious.
She ended the kiss, drawing back, “Sir,” she teased. “That’s quite enough, you’ve sorted out my wardrobe dilemma and now you really should get back to your work.” She stepped out of the dress and picked it up, laying it gently across her arm, she walked away from him, leaving him to study her naked form as she sashayed her hips provocatively.
He enjoyed the view for a few seconds before following her and sweeping her up in his arms, “Well, work will just have to wait. You see, I promised to make all my wife’s dreams come true, and she mentioned something about never having joined the ‘mile high club’, I thought I’d oblige her.”
And he did.
