"Good morning lover,” she sighed. "Good morning." "What are you thinking?" "Many things, mostly about you, and us, and the things I don't know, and the things I do." "That sounds like a lot of thinking." "Maybe. I'm hoping that sometime soon you'll be able to tell me the rest of the story." Chelsea bit her lip and looked away. "It's not a pretty story, Elias. Can I have some more time before I bare that part of it to you?" He held her close and kissed her neck. "No hurry. I doubt that the details will change my tactics much at this point." She basked in his warmth for several minutes and then said, "Elias?" "Yes?" "I want to stay with you." "I would like that as well. You sound fearful though." "I am. I'm not sure that it will be possible." "Because of Tomas? Or is there something else worrying you?" "Tomas is enough." Elias nodded. "He'll show up soon. Probably at the bar. There or Duffy's." She turned and looked at him.
