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Grady flattened his body against the side of the wall as Michaela and Dottie left the dining room and walked past him. It wasn’t time for Michaela to see him, but that would happen soon. He’d set an extensive plan in place and nothing, no one could interfere with it. Michaela was his true love. She was his. She was his obsession, his prize, his fixation. She was his Juliet and he was her Romeo. Michaela was his Mary Lamb, his Ygritte, and his femme Nikita. He was her Michael. Only, they would never be starstruck lovers. They would be lovers. The stars would align for them. Michaela would pledge herself to him in Athens. He’d clip her wings. He knew that. They would align soon. But there were things he must do first. Details that must be attended to.
He felt her chemistry as it pulled him toward her. She wanted him. The momentum of desire, the ache was severe. The sense of fate was astronomical and he could hardly contain himself he wanted her so badly. His body was charged with love. He wanted to race after her. But, he knew he must be patient. He panted until his heart rate settled. He had many things to do before he could be with his love. And, he must do them.
Their love union in Athens had taken years to plan. He would not ruin it now. Their meeting, their passion, and sojourn must come first. No one, or nothing, would get in their way. He gave her one last glimpse as he melted into the carved column of the dining room wall. As he stared at the ceiling, his mind conjured up thousands of images of Michaela, and how they’d spend the next few days.