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Chapter 135: An Overheard Call

Shivaughn was surprised when Andrew left her and Jeannie in the living room and went upstairs.  She turned around and looked at her roommate.

"Did you have to make that crack in the car?" she asked.  She knew Jeannie could snark with the best of them, but that was a little harsh.

Jeannie apologized.  "Sorry . . . it's still a little awkward."  Her eyes narrowed.  "So what really happened earlier?"

Shivaughn replayed the fight in her head.  This time, though, she did not have any fear.  She mainly just saw the way Andrew fought off the attackers.  He had moved effortlessly.  A little smile played on her lips. 

"Just your brother saving my life," she said.  "God, Jeannie, you should've seen him.  It was incredible."  She saw Jeannie rolling her eyes, and was about to respond when the door opened and Bo, Marlena and Caroline came into the house.

Shivaughn decided it probably was not the best time and place to mention how hot Andrew was or how much she wanted him.  But, then again, maybe it was better not to mention that around Jeannie at all.

With the new arrivals, everything began to fall back into a familiar pattern.  Bo left for his room to rest; he was still feeling the effects of the medications he had taken.  Caroline went off to the kitchen to begin preparing dinner, with Jeannie and Marlena trailing behind her to help.  Shivaughn started to follow, but then had an idea.

Nobody would miss her, and she had seen the way Andrew had looked at her in the car.  Not to mention the way he had kissed her when they had reached the safety of the hospital.  Just thinking about it sent a shiver through her.

Quickly, so nobody would notice, she slipped up the stairs.  She laughed as she did it.  What was she?  15 and sneaking off to see some boy without her parents' approval?  It wasn't like she and Andrew were children.

Shivaughn had never been upstairs in the house, so she glanced around.  The door was open to what she assumed was the master bedroom given its size and the view out toward the ocean.  She walked down the hall, until she heard Andrew's voice coming from behind a closed door.

Her heart was starting to race as she started to open the door.  No, she stopped herself.  She took a moment to check her hair and, then, for good measure, she unbuttoned a few of the buttons on her blouse.

No point pretending why I'm here, she thought. 

Taking a deep breath, she turned the door knob and started to slip into the room.

Andrew had his back to the door and was talking on his cell phone.  "I'm telling you it would work," Andrew was saying.  Shivaughn had no idea who he was talking to or what he was talking about, but she felt her heart speed even faster as she looked at him.

It sounded like Andrew was arguing with someone.  Then he said, "If it's just cocaine, I don't see the big deal.  I moved plenty of that in London."

Shivaughn froze.  This could not be happening, she thought.  Jeannie's brother couldn't be a drug dealer.  Could he?

Andrew continued arguing.  "Look, I understand why you might be reluctant to have me involved, but I'm the one who put Collier in the hospital, so it makes sense for me to take over his operation."

The breath ran out of Shivaughn's lungs as if she had been punched.  She started to back away, but ran into the door. 

At the noise, Andrew jerked his head around.  His face went white as he saw her standing there.

"No," she said.  "No. . . ."

Hastily, Andrew said into the phone, "I've got to go.  I'll check in later."  He hung up as Shivaughn began to turn.

"Wait," he said.  "You don't understand."

Did he think she was a fool?  Shivaughn stopped and turned back to face him.  "Oh, I understand just fine."  She shook her head.  "And I thought you were one of the good guys."

"Wait!" Andrew repeated.  He stood up and ran toward her as she left the room.  He caught her in the hallway and grabbed her arm.  "I'm telling you it's not what you think it is."

Shivaughn stared him in the eyes.  "Okay, then, tell me why you're talking about taking over a drug operation?

"I . . ."  His voice trailed off.  "I . . . I can't tell you.  I wish I could, but I can't."

"Right," Shivaughn said, sarcastically.  "Like I'm buying that.  And to think I was going to. . . ."  She did not finish the sentence.  To think I was going to sleep with you, was what she was about to say.  She pulled her arm away, spun around, and headed for the stairs.  And as she ran away, Shivaughn wondered how she could have been such a complete and utter fool.


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Jul. 25th, 2011 12:12 am (UTC)
...and? the suspense is killing me!
Aug. 5th, 2011 03:45 am (UTC)
Amen to the above poster!- However, I do hope it is just real life that has stopped you from posting and not anything more serious. Take care and hope you get to post soon!
May. 21st, 2012 12:38 pm (UTC)
Hi Jwsels!! It's JoAnn(ZMT) from Charlie's blog! I've read this over the weekend and it's WONDERFUL!!! I'm not even a DOOL fan(exc. for excerpts I've seen on YouTube), and you sucked me right in. I do hope all is well and you'll continue this when you can! Now I'm addicted!!

May. 23rd, 2012 03:35 am (UTC)
Thanks, JoAnn.

I saw you mentioned this on Charlie's blog. I didn't want to respond there, because I think it best to keep this "hobby" separate from the political discussion there.

Thanks for the nice remarks. I'm going to post an explanation for the delay soon, but I do plan on finishing this story. I recently outlined the next phase of the story, so hope to return to working on it at some point in the near future.
May. 23rd, 2012 08:55 pm (UTC)
Oh, I'm sorry, I will delete my comment on the blog. It is a wonderful story and I'm enjoying having someone on the blog who is on Charlie's side of the aisle and says more than "I totally agree with you, Charlie" LOL.
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