6: Walking the edge

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"Adrenaline is my drug of choice," -Kate Angell 

Tanner is talking about Belize on the phone, he got a day off and went to the beach.

I lay in my bed, eyes staring up at the ceiling, I can hear him, but my mind is far away.

"Did you take them off to make me happy Eleanora?"

I roll over onto my stomach, burying my face in the navy sheets. Tanner laughs on the other side of the line,

"Hilarious, right?"

I lift my head and stand, wandering off of the bed,

"Yeah. That's awesome. Where are you heading to next?"

The bathroom's tiles are cool under my bare feet,

"Argentina and then Egypt. We have a layover there for 3 days. We might get a few hours, Ele isn't that great?"

The mirror forms a blurry image of me. I watch my reflection with a hint of curiosity.

Now what?

"I wish I was there. We've always wanted to see the pyramids together."

He pauses and is quiet for a moment,

"I'm sorry, I won't go to them without you okay? One day we can come back here together."

That wasn't what I meant. I am not sure what I did mean. Guilt blooms inside of me,

"Go see a pyramid you dork, there are tens of them that we can see just us."

He chuckles softly,

"Can you imagine family vacations to Egypt? There are some really great kids things that are on their websites."

The woman in the mirror doesn't want a kid.

The woman in the mirror has a glint in her eye that wants power.

I look away, turning the light off as I head back towards the bed.

"That's adorable."

He practically giggles,

"How have things been for you?"

I can see golden eyes trained on me, the timber of his voice,

"Then let's find a middle ground."

I clear my throat,

"Things have been quiet here. Work. Court room. Home. Repeat."

He sighs,

"I'm sorry, I'll be home in a few weeks okay? You can choose where we go this time."

I can feel his gun against my jaw, the relaxed confidence he oozes as he speaks,

"We can arrange... certain actions you could do..."

I swallow dryly, fingers running over my throat,

"That sounds great Tan."

He sighs,

"You sound sleepy baby, I don't want to keep you up."

It isn't like I can sleep anyways.

My voice almost sounds relieved,

"Yeah it's late."

He almost coos,

"Goodnight honey, I love you to the moon and back again,"

I pull the comforter over me,

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