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Chapter 11

In LA

"Son of a bitch," John yelled out as he snapped his cell phone shut.

"Who's a son of a bitch?" Randy asked.

"Irvine, he just hung up on me," John replied.

"Wait, you called Chris? Are you insane?" Randy raised both brows at his best friend.

"No, I called Micks and Chris took the phone off her, told me to stop calling them and then hung up on me," John told him.

"I'm not surprised, I think you better back off before you do something you regret," Randy replied.

"I just don't want Mickie making the same mistake twice," John reasoned.

"John, it's her choice. Chris's not my favourite person either but Mickie loves him. You just gotta accept it."

"You're right, doesn't mean I like it though."

"Are you kidding me? Chopard is one of the biggest and most expensive jewellery stores in Monte Carlo. Why do you ask?"

"Because it would appear I have an order there that needs to be collected," Chris replied.

"Only one way to find out. Want me to come with?" Mickie asked, hoping he would say yes because her curiosity was killing her.

"No, it's okay. I think I'd like to go by myself. I'll take my cell phone in case I get lost," Chris said.

Damn! "Are you sure?"

"Yes, I'm sure I'll be fine, can't rely on you to do everything for me."

"I don't mind, really," Mickie said.

"No, I think this is something I have to do on my own," Chris replied.

"If, you're sure? Chopard is located inside the Casino. You can't really miss it. You'll be needing this too." She went back across the room and pulled a wallet out of her purse and handed it to him.

"You have my wallet too?" Chris asked.

"Yeah, they gave it to me at the hospital. I've been meaning to give it back to you," Mickie admitted.

"Thanks for looking after it for me," Chris replied. He opened the wallet to have a look inside. He pulled out a pile of notes adding up to several hundred dollars. There were also multiple credit cards and an emergency contact card. Chris saw Mickie's name and address was listed. He also noted that the card still said Mickie Irvine. He put the card back inside, when he noticed something else in there. It was a passport size picture of Mickie. She was sticking her tongue out and for some reason it made Chris smile.

"What have you got there?" Mickie asked.

"It's a picture of you," Chris replied. He turned the picture around so Mickie could see it.

"Oh my god, I had no idea you still had this. It was taken about seven years ago. I went with you on a business trip to London. We had to get our pictures taken for some ID's and we'd just had an argument …"

"Oh, you do surprise me," Chris interrupted her, "If we are not having sex; we seem to be arguing."

"Anyway," Mickie continued, ignoring Chris completely, "I was in a bad mood so I pulled different faces in each of the pictures. Let's just say you weren't happy but I didn't realise you'd kept one of them."

"I can't help you with why I kept it but when I get my memory back, I'll tell you, I promise." He smiled at her and replaced the picture back in the wallet.

Chris got up from the bed, "I'll going to head over there now. I shouldn't imagine I'll be long."

"Okay, my number is programmed into your phone if you need it," she told him.

"I'll see you later then," Chris said as he left the room.

Chris had been gone about an hour and half before Mickie decided she was going to take a walk to look for him. She had reached the Harbour before she saw Chris coming in the other direction. She walked over to meet him.

"Hi, I was getting lonely so I thought I'd come and look for you."

"I'm sorry, I didn't intend to be such a long time. Tell me, you would like to go to dinner with me tonight?" he asked.

"Sure, what's the occasion?"

"I have a little surprise for you, I've already taken the liberty of booking a table for us," Chris replied.

"Chris? What's going on? Tell me already," she said.

"You'll just have to wait and see; I'm afraid." He smiled at her. "I wanted to thank you for bringing me here; I think it will work out well for both of us. I'd like to get to know you better Mickie."

"I'd like that too, Chris," Mickie replied. "So, what was at Chopard's?"

"I told you, it's a surprise," Chris informed her.

"That's the surprise? You cannot just leave me hanging like this, Chris. It's not fair," she protested.

They started to walk back to the boat, "Okay, maybe just a little hint, it's jewellery," Chris supplied.

"Jewellery? From a jewellery store? Colour me shocked!" she teased.

"If you don't want it,"

"Now I didn't say that," Mickie replied. "I'm sure I'm going to love it, you have excellent taste."

"I hope so. I think I'm going to take a nap when we get back to the boat. I'm feeling a little tired," Chris said.

"Are you okay?" Mickie asked unable to mask the look of concern on her face.

"Yes, just tired. I'm not used to being awake for so long," Chris admitted.

"Let's get you back home then," Mickie said. She took hold of his hand and led him towards the boat.

Chris didn't know why but having her hand in his just felt so right to him. It was something he could get use to and after taking a moment to think about it, he had decided he wanted to get use to it too.

It didn't take them long to reach the boat again. Mickie was desperate to know what Chris had in the bag for her. When they were first married, he was always surprising her with various gifts from all over the world. The cost of the gifts weren't important. It was the thought behind them that mattered to Mickie and Chris always put a lot of thought into the gifts he bought her.

Despite the fact it was now late afternoon, it was still fairly peaceful around the boat. They soon reached Chris's room. He opened the door and led Mickie into the room.

The room was spotless. There was nothing out of place. No signs of the bags he'd dumped down on the floor, the night before. The bed was made to perfection. The total opposite to how they had found Mickie's room earlier that day.

"I see you made the bed," Mickie joked.

"Yes, it appears I don't like crumpled covers," Chris supplied.

"Oh yes, you're a bit of a neat freak on the quiet," Mickie replied.

"How did I ever manage being married to you?" Chris asked. He placed the bag he was carrying and his stick down on the small white wicker chair in the corner of the room.

"Hey!" Mickie said, in mock outrage, "I'm not that bad."

"Really?" Chris replied, raising both eyebrows at her. He took hold of her other hand and drew her in close to him. He kissed her slowly on the lips before he lost his nerve. Mickie returned the kiss tenderly. She wasn't sure what had suddenly come over Chris to make him kiss her but she certainly wasn't going to complain.

After a moment, Chris broke the kiss. He stepped backwards, trying to assess what Mickie's response would be. She simply smiled at him which put his mind at ease.

"Would you stay with me, while I'm taking my nap?" he asked.

"Sure, if you want me to," Mickie replied.

"I do," Chris said.

"Okay, do you want to be on top or underneath?" Mickie asked.

"What?"

"Of the covers," Mickie replied. She beamed a huge smile at him, knowing exactly what he was thinking.

"I thought you meant something else," Chris admitted.

"Yeah, I noticed. You really have a one track mind, do you know that?" Mickie stated.

"I'm sure it's being around you. I can't help myself," Chris told her.

"So, I'm leading you astray? Is that what you're saying?"

"That's exactly what I'm saying," Chris replied.

"You're not blaming me for that one. You've always been like it. If anyone is leading anyone astray, it's you leading me. There was this one time; we hadn't been dating long …"

Mickie was sat at her desk, casually chatting to her co-worker when suddenly Chris's office door flew open. He marched out, a look of thunder on his face. He stopped in front of Mickie, who had stopped talking. She turned to look at him.

"My office, now," he commanded, before he turned sharply on his heels and returned into his office.

"Looks like he's in a good mood, this morning," Maria, the receptionist, commented.

"Yeah, better go see what's wrong with him," Mickie replied.

"I don't know how you put up with him, the way he talks to you sometimes," she said.

"Me, either," Mickie said. She got up from her desk and walked into Chris's office. She closed the door behind her. Instead of finding Chris sitting at his desk like she expected, he was stood by the door.

"What's the matter?" she asked.

"Nothing," he replied, slowly. All traces of his thunderous face had vanished. He pushed her backwards into the door and kissed her hard on the lips. His hands grabbed hold of her hips while she took hold of his face in hers. He deepened the kiss savouring the taste of her mouth. Mickie moaned gently as Chris ran one hand across her belly. Chris broke the kiss and turned his attention to her neck. He dropped a trail of kisses until he reached a pulse point.

Chris's office phone began to ring. Mickie pushed Chris away from her neck, "Shouldn't you answer that?"

"Just ignore it, they'll go away," Chris replied.

The phone continued to ring.

"I don't think they are taking no for an answer, I'll get rid of them."

"What happened then?" Chris asked.

"Turns out the phone call was really important. You were needed at a meeting across town," Mickie explained.

"Bet I was happy about that," Chris replied, sarcastically.

"Yeah, real happy." She smiled at him. "Anyway, let's get you to bed, you're looking tired."

"I have to admit I'm starting to feel more than a little sleepy but you're staying, right?"

"Just you try and stop me," Mickie smiled.