~~Young~~

Chapter Nineteen

   “No,” he said slowly, “no it can’t.”

   “Then…then I guess just…good luck?”

   His slow nod held with it some reservation still, but time was not on either of their sides and she knew that was all that kept him from questioning her motives.

   Chels cleared her throat and motioned towards the door, “leaving?”

   “That I was,” he hefted a deep breath and bobbed his head to her, “as I said before, it was good to meet you Chelsea.”

   “Again, wish I could say the same,” she grinned insincerely at him.

   What was wrong with her?

   Gage brought Sera’s hand to his lips and pressed one last kiss to her palm before he reluctantly released it. His figured darkened and then blurred, his gaze locked with hers until it was indiscernible, then in the next moment he was gone.

   Sera could feel the instant pang in her heart from his absence.

   “Hurry back,” she whispered into the empty air and began rubbing at her chest.

   She guessed she finally figured out what that flutter was, love. But did that mean he felt the same thing when he rubbed at his chest?

   “What in the…ho-how did he just…”

   Sera turned to Chelsea’s staggered self, “I don’t know where to begin,” she threw a palm up, “but maybe you should sit down before I start.”

   She just nodded absently, her gaze never straying from where Gage had just been. Oh how well she understood that expression having been there herself just last night.

   Again she felt that twinge in her heart as she led Chels into the living room thinking of last night. She missed him already, missed lying there in his arms with nothing to worry about but her next question, how long till his lips found hers again. Sometimes she couldn’t wait and she’d kiss him. He didn’t seem to mind though, especially when the kissing turned into more…time and time again. She couldn’t help it, couldn’t help wanting to be that close to him again.

   This time she pulled the bathrobe together in lieu of rubbing her chest raw. She wasn’t Gage, wouldn’t heal a bruise like that in mere minutes.

   Chels stilled at her side, “oh, hey, I brought you some clothes,” she mumbled in a sudden bout of coherency and turned back for her bag, “figured you would need them since your hotel room was raided.”

   “Guess you heard about that huh?”

   “Sera I heard it all,” she shook her head and handed the bag to her, “and in short hunny, you’re pretty fucked.”

   “Dat is an unda’statement,” Jerry commented as he cleaned up what was left of Sera and Death’s lunch.

   Or at least what Death wasn’t still eating.

   “What the hell is he doing here?” Chelsea spun around, one hand reaching for the gun at her back Sera hadn’t noticed. Not that she was completely surprised to see that there. It just proved that Chelsea really was aware of what was going on and how dangerous the situation had become.

   “Relax,” Sera grabbed her arm before she could draw her weapon, “he’s not who you think he is.”

   “Really, so then he’s not your Uncle’s personal assistant even if he looks just like that arrogant prick?”

   “He wasn’t much of a charmah w’it de ladies was ‘e?” Jerry chuckled to Death.

   “No,” Sera answered for him, “I mean, it’s his body, but Drew is long gone.”