Vanessa's POV
Vanessa's POV
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Vanessa's POV By Amye
I can’t sleep. You know how it is: strange bed, strange surroundings. Even with my ex in the next room, I feel restless. I was kind of surprised that Ken didn’t take me up on my offer. We always were good in bed together. Maybe he’s got some kind of new chivalrous attitude about sleeping with someone and having to be in a committed relationship. He sure wasn’t like that in college. I always knew he could be such a sap. Ken and I were only married for a few years, but I know he still loves me. I mean, how could he not? I’ve still got a great figure and this, luscious hair, I’m successful, and I’m still the same vivacious woman he was married to. He was devastated when I left, you know. But I couldn’t help it. He’s handsome, smart, charming, and a great lay, but I needed someone with more ambition than just a cop. I mean really, how was he going to support me on a cop’s salary? And then he expected me to get a job! Me! A Carlson! I don’t think so. Neither of our mothers ever worked, so what made him think I was going to? Not that I was in any hurry to have kids either. Even though he’s apparently made a name for himself with that Starsky, he’s still a street cop when it comes down to it. And look at this place. It’s so tiny, you can’t throw any type of party. It’s just so…so Ken. He’s got great taste, but it’s so eclectic. Though I guess that greenhouse is nice. Don’t get me wrong, I did love Ken when we were married; I still do. That’s why I was a little disappointed when he didn’t want to sleep together. We may have started out the evening by fighting, but once I convinced him to take me home, we relaxed and ended up having a nice evening of wine and conversation. Besides, it’s not like we don’t know each other. Of course, he did say he’d see about tomorrow night, but I couldn’t admit to him that I had lied and would be out of the country by tomorrow night. He’s so gullible. He actually fell for my story about the biopsy. I thought he would’ve known better by now, but that’s my ex for you. Always believing in the good in people. That story was my ace-in-the-hole in case he didn’t respond to me. At first I didn’t think I’d have to use it, but he was more resistant to my beauty than he used to be. When we were dating and married, all I had to do was throw my hair over my shoulder or run my fingernails down his arm, and Ken usually gave in. He always did give in to me, I thought with another smirk. So, once I played the biopsy card, I knew he couldn’t resist my plea. For once his cop work came in handy. I needed somewhere to go for the evening, somewhere I could safely hide. After all, having an ex for a cop has to come in handy for something – it sure wasn’t for the alimony. I’m not sorry I lied to Ken, but he’d never understand. And shortly Wheeler will be on the prowl when he finds the Dallas Diamond didn’t arrive at its original destination. I can only hope that the fake one I had created will delay him long enough so I can disappear somewhere in the Pacific Islands. I doubt I’ll get much sleep tonight, I’m so wound up with no outlet. I wish Ken had wanted to make love. That would’ve been one way to release my pent up energy. Well, his loss. Mine too now that I remember. |
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