Here is another memory we'd relived:
"Don't work too hard, because you are going to need all your energy tonight," he said seductively, in a low voice and gave her a look that could make crass Viking Wenches weak-kneed.
"Aw, poor thing. You have no idea what you are in for." She pouted her lips and gave him a snarky sympathetic look.
He swallowed hard for a second in anticipation of her hot threat. "Neither do you, baby," he threatened aggressively but gave her a kiss so soft and tender it left her wanting more. She appeared slightly disorientated. He smiled at his victory and walked away.
When he arrived next to his car he received a phone call. Standing on the pavement he took the call as he distractedly walked down the sidewalk past some shops. A supplier was on the other end and informed him in detail of a supply problem.
Taber listened intently, but became very distracted suddenly. Could that be Silka? What was she doing? Where was she going?
"I'll call you back," Taber hung up on the supplier. He ran to his car and told the driver to follow Silka. She drove out of town towards Soweto. He followed her into the township, which consisted of brick mansions and tin shacks all mixed up in one. She continued past the shacks, shops and houses to the outskirts of Soweto until she reached a school in the middle of Dobsonville. Taber made the driver turn around a few minutes later after they passed her. What the hell was she doing here? Silka stood talking to some women when he walked into the school.
"It's good to be back. We have a lot of work to do!" she said to the ladies.
"Silka?" he called to get her attention.
She turned around in shock. "Tay, what are you doing here? Did you follow me?" she asked exasperatedly, clearly annoyed by his presence.
"What is this?" he asked. Just when he thought he knew her, she sprung another surprise on him.
The look Silka saw reminded her of the night in Moscow when they had entered her hotel room. The same look of confusion, fear and disconcertment was in his face. Silka stepped forward, but he stepped back.
"I can explain," she said calmly.
"Explain what?" He shook his head in disbelief. Millions of questions raced through his head. She had lied about the kind of work she had done in Nigeria. That had almost got her killed. After everything they had been through, why would she keep this from him? Working at a school was not a big deal, yet she had lied to him about it. Why would she lie about working at a school? What was she doing here if she worked for the USAID? What was she doing in town everyday if she worked all the way out here? Maybe she was stalking him. Who the hell was this stranger?
"Tay, please?" Her voice was shaky.
He was dazed and confused. After all the killing he had done for her. After putting him through hell when he thought he had lost her. After saving her life and nursing her back to health. After all the trouble he had gone through to bring her out of the darkness and now this? He was tired of being lied to and being treated like a mushroom. He did not deserve it. He shook his head and stormed off.
Silka tried to run after him, but it was too late. He was gone.
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