The next day, Angie straightened her spine and entered the station. She couldn’t resist searching for him, but she didn’t see him.
Someone tapped her shoulder. “Looking for someone?” It’s him.
“Oh, hi, Bill; I came by to get Bobby released,” she replied.
“That could take a while,” he said then escorted her to his desk.
“But he’s innocent; the witness confirmed it.”
He wanted to tell her so badly, but Bill’s dreams were of criminals, specifically the ones he worked on, doing bad things and Bobby wasn’t innocent. Now, they’re in the process of trying to locate the gun. “I’m sorry, but there’s more going on here.” She frowned. “Bobby has a twin and they may have been co-conspirators.”
Stunned, she sat down. “A twin brother; are you sure about this?” He nodded. “But I asked him several times about family that could confirm his innocence and he denied it.”
“That makes sense. I’m sorry, Angie.”
She sat up straighter. “No, you’re not.”
She lowered her eyes. “I’m sorry; I didn’t mean that. I’m just sad about all of this. He’s young and innocent, well, on the outside. Sometimes you just don’t know the truth.” She stared at him.
“No, you don’t. We will continue to ask questions and if the truth reveals that they were working together, then his entire life will be spent behind bars.”
Her eyes watered, then she lowered her eyes again.
He stood up. “Let’s take a break.” He grabbed his jacket. She followed him.
Once outside, the heat blasted them in the face. “Come with me.”
After walking for about a mile, they arrived at his place.
She came out of her trance. “Where are we?” She stepped back, unsure about going inside.
“I need to talk to you; it’s important. I wanted to apologize for last night, and I can’t do it in public.”
“Alright,” she said and followed him inside. The elevator loomed ahead. Of course, she thought of her dream of kissing him senseless. Once inside, her knees weakened.
“Hey, hey, are you Okay?” He held her steady. He’s so close, but she couldn’t help it as her eyes roamed over his face. “Angie, what’s happening?” He managed to ask.
“I don’t know,” she replied, staring at his lips.
He leaned down to kiss her, but then the elevator dinged. They jumped apart, neither looking at the other.
“It’s this way,” he said and exited the elevator. He stopped and realized she’s still inside. He held out his hand. “Angie, I promise not to do anything unless you’re ready? Okay?”
Relieved, she replied, “I’m trusting you, Bill. I don’t normally do this.”
“Neither do I,” he said honestly and she believed him.
He opened the door to a very nice apartment. She murmured, “This is nice.” Admiring the rather large living area; it’s a loft, she thought.
He helped her to sit down. “Coffee, tea, soda?”
“A soda is fine,” she replied and tried to relax.
He sat down beside her and handed her a drink. He also had a soda. “Not sure if I should make a toast or not.”
She chuckled and held up her soda. “What should we drink to?”
He stared into her eyes. “The truth.”
She froze, then lowered her drink. “Bill, I.”
“If you’re not ready, I understand, but I will tell you this. I’m not like everyone.”
“What do you mean?”
“I think you know.”
She stood up and walked, and rubbed her hands together. “Are we ready to do this?”
He followed her. “I know your parents must have installed this edict into your minds… “Never reveal your gifts.’ Isn’t that true?”
She turned to face him with tears in her eyes. “Oh, Bill, I want to tell you, but I don’t know if I can.”
He came closer; she tried to relax, but his nearness made her nervous and jittery inside; maybe it is love.
“Angie, I understand. Now, I’m going to hug you; just a hug.” He grinned at how nervous she was.
She relaxed. “Just a hug?”
He chuckled. “Yes, just a hug.” He came closer then took her hand. “I’ve wanted to do this since the day we met.”
“Really?” Inside, she melted; she couldn’t help it.
“Yes, really,” he replied. He pulled her close; she was stiff, but moments later, she relaxed. His hands roamed over her back, pulling her closer.
“You smell good,” he murmured and kissed her neck. She closed her eyes, enjoying the kiss. Then soft kisses flowed over her cheek, then he pulled away and asked a silent question. Pushing her hair out of her eyes, she closed her eyes again and leaned closer. He did the same, then they kissed, sweet, not too forward, a nice first kiss.
After a minute, he pulled away. “Angie?” She opened her eyes. “We should go.”
“Oh, yes, I suppose we should.” He released her and headed to the door. She followed him.
He took her arm. “Angie, wait, before we go, you’re like the second person I’ve told and the first time, it didn’t turn out well.”
“Should you tell me about it or not; I’m not sure if you should.”
He agreed. “Alright, I won’t tell you about it. It’s just… trust is important to any relationship and… I want a relationship with you.” She seemed stunned. “I know we met like a day ago, but I know you feel drawn to me and I feel the same way about you.”
She didn’t know what to say. “You do?”
“Oh, I definitely do.”
She lowered her eyes. “I feel it too.”
“That’s great.” Suddenly nervous, he said, “Okay, we can talk about the case or other things, tomorrow? How does that sound?”
“Sounds perfect.” They both smiled.
The next day at the office, Angie, terribly busy with another pro-bono case; it should be satisfying, but she wanted more. Being new to the firm, only a few years, and pro-bono cases were all well and good, but her chosen field was criminal law. That was her specialty. She’d practiced in court a few times and won both cases. The law continued to evolve, to grow and improve and she wanted to learn as much as she could.
Later that morning, feeling bored, she thought of Bill and their conversation last night. He didn’t specifically say that he’s a psychic but he implied that they were the same. She truly didn’t know how to process that information.
Their first few minutes together, came back into her mind. Both stunned and tongue-tied, but that didn’t mean much except what they were thinking. Her dreams didn’t particularly mean that they would come true. She had lots of dreams and most of them didn’t mean anything, but her dreams of Bill galvanized her into the truth. He’s a part of her future; a very important part, but now that they had found each other, she’s reluctant and unsure about how to proceed.
Minutes later, her assistant poked her head in. “You have a visitor, Ms. Bennett. Detective William Douglas, with the NYPD.”
He’s here? She wondered, then she stood up. “Send him in.” She quickly slipped on her suit coat and smoothed her hair.
Bill stood still watching her. “You look really nice.”
Startled, she stared at him, but she couldn’t help her eyes as they looked him up and down. Out of uniform, in a suit and tie, he looked even more attractive. “Oh, thank you. Um, what brings you by? Did we have a meeting, or is this about the case? Any leads about Bobby’s twin? Did you find the gun, or?” She rambled.
He chuckled and closed the door. “No, I just wanted to see you.” She seemed stunned. “Is this a bad time?”
She came over to him. “No, not at all, actually, I was bored.”
“Bored? Really, well,” he began and walked further inside. “Nice office and the view is spectacular.”
“It’s alright,” she said and came closer. “Bill, I need to apologize for last night.”
“There’s no need. I know it’s hard to confide in someone, especially since we just met and I understand.”
She relaxed and checked her watch. “It’s almost lunch time. My treat?” She asked with a smile.
“I can’t turn that down.” He opened the door. Smiling, she grabbed her bag and arm-in-arm, they walked out together.
In another part of town, Dede decided to come to work to add to her savings account. Picking up the check with cash inside, her tip, she supposed, she turned and her sister walked in with a very attractive man. Smiling, she tucked it away and came over to greet them.
“I’ll take these two,” she said to the head waiter. “Table for two?” She asked with a smile and grabbed several menus.
Bill glanced between them. This must be ‘Dede,’ he thought. “Yes, table for two.”
“Follow me,” she said and brought them to a private booth toward the back away from the lunch crowd. “Will this do?” She asked.
“It’s perfect,” Angie replied. Once seated, she handed them each a menu.
“My name is Dede,” she said and pointed to her name plate. “I’ll be your waitress today.”
“Bill this is Dede, my sister. Dede, this is Bill.”
He held out his hand. “Nice to meet you Dede.”
“Same here. Well, I’ll leave you two to ‘talk’ and I’ll be back in a few.” She left them alone.
“She’s cute,” Bill commented.
“Adorable,” Angie said and glanced at the menu.
Bill picked up on something. “Don’t you two get along?” He asked concerned.
“Yes, we get along fine, but,” she hesitated.
“It’s because she’s a waitress; is that it?”
“No, not really; the pay is fine, but there’s no future in it.”
He chuckled. “You know I had the same conversation with my older brother when I was that age. I loved working with cars, but he told me firmly, ’There’s no future in it.'”
She sighed. “Well, you’re not a mechanic; look at yourself.”
“You know what I meant.”
“Look, I know it’s a good job and she’s good at it, but I feel like she’s wasting her potential waiting on tables.”
“Can I give you a word or two of advice?”
Frowning, she replied, “Go on.”
“I don’t want to interfere in your relationship, but siblings have been known to fight and disagree especially about their future. You need to understand about letting go and letting them live their own lives. You’re the oldest and you feel responsible, and I understand that, but it’s her life, and if she’s not robbing banks, doing drugs, or anything like that, she has to live her own life.”
She watched him carefully. “When did you get so smart?”
“Live and learn from your mistakes and I’ve made a few.”
“I have too,” she admitted it. “I’ll take your advice.”
Dede walked up to them. “Would you like some water, soda, ice tea?”
“Water with lemon is fine; thanks, Dede,” Bill replied.
After Dede left them alone, Angie had more to say about her secret. “Bill, about last night, I just wanted to say that I’m happy that you felt you could confide in me, but it makes me feel bad, because I’ve never told a soul outside of the family, and it feels strange.”
He placed his hand on the table, palm up; she hesitated for a second, then she took it. “You shouldn’t feel that way. I get it; I do understand. I won’t mention it again until you’re ready. Okay?”
She squeezed his hand. “Okay.”
“Are you ready to order?” Dede asked and noticed their hands; they didn’t let go.
“Yes, we’re ready,” Bill replied. “I’ll have the chicken fettuccine with a house salad.”
“I’ll have the same,” Angie said and handed the menu back.
“Would you like some wine with that?”
“Angie; it’s up to you?” Bill asked with a smile.
“White wine for both of us.” Angie liked ordering for someone else.
“Coming right up,” Dede said and left them alone. She placed their order into the computer, but glanced at her sister and her friend for several minutes.
“Isn’t that your sister?” Her friend since college asked, to be nosy.
“Yes, Peggy, it’s her, but you knew that,” Dede replied. She liked Peggy in a strange sort of way. They’ve been friends for a long time, but Dede wanted more, but she didn’t know how to bring it up. Peggy seemed interested in her, but never approached her in that way, so she kept her feelings to herself.
“She’s really pretty, but who’s that guy?” Peggy asked, staring at the pair.
“He’s a friend she met on her job,” she replied.
“Not bad if I do say so myself,” she said.
“Seriously?” Dede didn’t know what to make of her.
“Look, I have no problem liking men and how attractive they are; don’t you?” Peggy asked hoping to feel her out.
“Yes, I like to look at men, but I’m not attracted to them,” she replied, eyes on the computer, not looking at her. There it was.
Silence for a moment, then, “Oh, I see,” Peggy murmured. Her orders were ready. “I’ll talk with you later.”
Dede closed her eyes and when she opened them, Angie walked by apparently headed for the ladies’ room. Their eyes locked and Dede wondered if she’d overheard their conversation.