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“Still on guard?”
whispered Irene, a slim silhouette moving toward Jude. “They won't find us out here. Especially with the way you hid our
tracks. And even if they did, I
don't think they could get to us with the amount of traps you set around the
perimeter of this campsite. You
definitely did a thorough job in protecting us.”
“You should be in bed,”
Jude stated, peering out into the night. “We’ve got a big day tomorrow, and I need you to be alert. So don’t argue or I’ll pick you up and
put you to bed myself. ”
“I would go to bed but …
to tell you the truth, I am buzzing.
I won’t be able to get to sleep for a while now,” Irene said. She moved her head to catch Jude's line
of vision. “Yēšûă is an amazing
man, you know, especially for his time.
I could've listened to him into all hours of the morning reveal the true
meaning of his teachings. Mystical
meanings that are being suppressed in this time, as they are in our time.
“In his world it is the
Jewish Rabbis and Roman Empire suppressing the words of spiritual
empowerment. In our world it is
the Vatican and other religious organisations protecting their establishments
and control. I've fought tooth and
nail to get access to some of the manuscripts hidden away from the public, but
tonight I had the most famous mystic of them all explain the wonders hidden in
the Jewish faith.” She paused and
brushed some dirt off Jude's shoulder.
“It might be all a bunch of hocus pocus guru talk, but listening to him,
and the message, I know that it's worth it. We are doing the right thing, Jude.”
Jude straightened his
back and grinned. “Don't go all
mystical on me now. I liked the
cynical, sarcastic doctor with the dry humour and quirky style. Next you’ll be giving me respect.”
Irene gave Jude a half
smile, and looked to her feet.
This half smile grew to a full blown grin when she realised she’d
forgotten to change the one piece of fashionable clothing she’d ever bought,
her Kitty Croquet shoes. She
should’ve been wearing 1st Century sandals, not 21st
Century floral flats.
It was unlike her to miss
a detail like that. She mused that
perhaps Jude had somehow got to her subconscious before she had an inkling of
it.
“Don't worry, Mr.
Stone. You are stuck with my
cynicism, sarcasm and ‘spectacular humour’,” she responded, lifting her chin.
Jude's eyes fixated on Irene. He traced a scarred hand
down the side of her soft face.
“Good. I like that about
you."
The doctor swallowed a
lump in her throat. “I'm pretty
sure you don't, because nobody does, it is annoying, and...” Her voice trailed off.
“I do. I like it. ”
She tried to speak, but
no words came out, so Jude added, "and I like you."
Irene searched Jude's
eyes and her breathing quickened.
She shakily pawed at her thick hair. “We would be terrible together. Be realistic, Jude, what sort of relationship would we
make? Two polar opposites with
nothing in common, excuse the tautology, who don't want, have or like
relationships.”
Jude faced back out into
the darkness. “It would put us
both in unnecessary danger, too.
Spider, he...”
Irene slowly moved into
Jude, their eyes analysing each other.
“So why can't we follow
the obvious logic and say good night...”
Jude let a grin fall upon his face, barely visible in the desert night. “With a good night
kiss? And then just leave it at
that. ”
She shook her head. "Maybe ... a ... handshake ... but
..."
Their heads turned to the
side and they kissed. She cradled
his cheeks with her cold ring-clad fingers, and he held her waist against him.
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