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I wanna feel the way you make me feel *Author's Note: As a referrence note to understand the
circumstances surrounding
this
chapter, notions here for clarification purposes, are a direct parallel
to those found in Chapter
28 of A
Tale of Two Popstars.* Hey. I can’t answer the phone, but leave me a message so I can get back to you… He contemplated leaving another message. But then reconsidered. If Richard Neville had learned anything in the past couple of weeks, he’d learned that anything that had to do with Aliesa Montaine was going to be difficult. If she was dead set, then so was he. Resolved, he snapped his cell phone shut, and decided that the time for avoidance was over. “Shannon,
I’ve got to go.” “Go?” She
eyed him disbelievingly “Ritchie, you and
the guys just got
here. You haven’t even spoken to-” Ritchie
cut her off, “This can’t wait anymore.” “What
can’t?” Shannon was beside herself with
confusion. “What exactly are you going
to do?” “What
I should have done a long time ago,” Ritchie simply said. The
lone statement set off alarms in Shannon’s head, and her initial
confusion
dissipated as realization dawned. “Ritchie,
tell me that this isn’t about what I told you about Aliesa earlier. I mean you’re not really going to—” Her chin
lifted and she met his eyes. “Are you
doing what I think you’re
doing?” she
questioned lowly when he didn’t offer a contestation.
An eyebrow arched. “Jesus, you two are going to kill me!” “I
promise I’ll be back before you know it.” Shannon
shook her head, “Ritchie, Aliesa is
halfway across the world.” “I
know,” Ritchie acknowledged, then looked at her hopefully.
“Cover for me?” “You
do know that I think you’re being completely irrational…” He
pulled her into a quick hug. “If anyone asks you tried to make me
stay, but I
wouldn’t listen.” “I
knew I shouldn’t have told you about her hair thing...” Shannon mumbled
into
his shoulder. “She’s not even taking
your calls…” “Don’t
worry.” Ritchie stepped back and
smiled. “I’ll have a couple of hours on
a plane to think of something to change that.” “He’s
crazy…” Shannon murmured to herself as she watched Ritchie make his way
through
the crowd and out the door. “And she’s
stubborn...” Her eyes lifted to the ceiling, in a silent plea. “A little help please,” she entreated. “I’m running out of Tylenol down here.”
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