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Pretence.
Chapter Five.
Tapping Valley Lane.

“Wow” Phil said, as they rounded the corner and turned left into Tapping Valley Lane, “Nice street”, he continued as he looked at the houses on either side of the street, all of them as beautiful as the next, “Which one is ours?” he asked, turning to look at Sam, who had been silent for most of the journey, simply gazing out of the window.

“The one with the van out front, and the sale board, perhaps?” Sam replied sarcastically.

Phil rolled his eyes and looked down at the street, “I can’t believe they let him drive the van” Phil said protesting as they drove past the van and Phil glared in at the driver.

“Who would have you suggested?” Sam asked, as they pulled up into the driveway of their new home.

“I could’ve driven it”

“Phil, we are supposed to be the rich and famous, the rich and famous don’t drive their own furniture around, they have a driver, hence the van” Sam replied with a smile.

“Oh, the rich and famous” Phil said with a wink, “Does that mean that I should be opening the door for you?”

“I’d think that would be nice, considering you are supposed to be my ‘loving’ husband” Sam replied back, the word loving just tumbling out of her mouth before she realised what she had said.

“In that case then” Phil said as he climbed out of the car and wandered around to Sam’s side, straightening his suit as he did, “Welcome home baby” he said, almost purring the three words at her, and pulling her out of the car and into his arms.

“Phil” Sam squealed, as her heels teetered on the gravel pavement, almost making her lose her footing, “You sound like you belong in Sex and the City”

“I thought that’s what women liked, the perfect Mr Big, with his ‘baby’ and his drawl” Phil protested, as he let go of Sam and let her gain her balance, still however holding her with one arm,

“But Phil ‘baby’, you are a long way from Mr Perfect” Sam said with a giggle.

Stuart looked out from the window of the van, peering over the rim of the dark glasses that Jack had told him to wear, and adjusting the cap firmly onto his head. At the last minute Jack had decided that it was better for an officer to escort Sam and Phil to Tapping Valley Lane, instead of the driver of the van, just in case the Parsons’ had contacts in the moving business, Jack wanted them in the least amount of danger as possible. So Stuart had been seconded to the job, plus the little handy disguise, of Mickey’s shades, and the cap from lost property, which smelt really really bad. He groaned at the reflection of Sam and Phil, it hadn’t taken him long to get his arms back around her, he flicked open his phone, and drafted out a text Hunter’s arrived, about to unload the van. Back soon which he quickly sent off to Jack, before editing the message until it read Hunter’s already hugging. Told you. Back soon, and sending it to Jo. He smiled as the reply back came from Jo, as quick as he could blink, Lol. I told him to be nice, so you’d better be too. He flicked the phone shut and laughed, waiting for Mr and Mrs Hunter to approach him.

Phil pulled his arm away from Sam and pouted, “Fine then” he said with mock protest, “It was just a bit of play acting, who knows who is at the curtains”

“I am sure that Michelle has better things to do, than stand at the windows and watch us” Sam said, as she wandered towards the front door, up the small path,

“Even so” Phil replied following, catching up to Sam and taking hold of her hand, “We still need to act the part” he continued as he leant over and kissed Sam on the cheek.

Sam felt her cheek tingle, and just managed to repeat to herself, it’s just the job, just the job, keeping up the pretence.

They reached the front door, and Phil pulled at the keys from his pocket, and then put them in the lock, waiting until it clicked, the door swung open, and the two of them walked into a huge foyer area, with a staircase leading towards the second floor.

“I’d better go and get the delivery man” Phil said with a devious smile.

“Be nice” Sam replied, before he turned and left her alone. Sam glanced around the pale grey walls, there was some furniture in the house, a large television hung on the wall and a very comfortable looking lounge suite stood in the middle of the front room, Sam presumed that this belonged to the Robinsons. She also took notice of a large silver rimmed mirror hanging over the fireplace. Sam glanced up at it, her heavily rimmed eyeliner eyes peered back at her, she didn’t look like the Sam that she normally was, but perhaps that was a good thing, perhaps this job required a different Sam altogether.

Phil wandered back out to the van, which Stuart was now waiting beside, “Mr Hunter, I have your items here, they just require your signature” Stuart called out loudly, playing along with the game.

“Why thank you” Phil replied, as he signed a squiggle on the bottom of the blank piece of paper that Stuart had offered him.

“I assume that you need me to unload all this” Stuart said, motioning to the back of the van, and the few items that were inside.

“My wife says that we are rich and famous, and that we have drivers, and as that is what we are today, then yes” Phil said, before adding on a “Please” with a sweet voice, before he turned and walked back to the car, and getting Sam’s suitcase from the boot, and dragging it up the gravel path back towards the house.

Stuart groaned, and then began to get the parcels from the back of the van, he hated this, Phil the glamorous, or what had he said, the rich and famous husband, and him the driver with a smelly hat, he was just about to reach for his phone and text Jo once more, but Phil returned to the front door, and then went to the van, carrying a chair high in the air.

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