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So fast. One is red. One is green. One is yellow. I like the green one. It's the best.
Mommy likes them, too. I like when Mommy plays with the cars and me. The red is her best. Today she sits on the couch staring at the wall. The green car flies into the rug. The red car follows. Then the yellow. But Mommy doesn't see. I do it again.
I aim the green car at her feet. But the green car goes under the couch. I can't reach it.
My hand is too big for the gap. Mommy doesn't see. I want my green car. But Mommy stays on the couch staring at the wall. My car. She doesn't hear me. I pull her hand and she lies back and closes her eyes. Not now, Maggot. Not now, she says. My green car stays under the couch.
It's always under the couch. I can see it. But I can't reach it. My green car is fuzzy. Covered in gray fur and dirt.
I want it back. I can never reach it.
My green car is lost. And I can never play with it again. I open my eyes and my dream fades in the early-morning light. What the hell was that about? I grasp at the fragments as they recede, but fail to catch any of them.
Dismissing it, like I do most mornings, I climb out of bed and find some newly laundered sweats in my walk-in closet. Outside, a leaden sky promises rain, and I'm not in the mood to be rained on during my run today. I head upstairs to my gym, switch on the TV for the morning business news, and step onto the treadmill.
My thoughts stray to the day. I've nothing but meetings, though I'm seeing my personal trainer later for a workout at my office-Bastille is always a welcome challenge. Maybe I should call Elena? We can do dinner later this week. I stop the treadmill, breathless, and head down to the shower to start another monotonous day. I scowl at him as he turns and leaves. His parting words rub salt into my wounds because, despite my heroic attempts during our workout today, my personal trainer has kicked my ass.
Bastille is the only one who can beat me, and now he wants another pound of flesh on the golf course. I detest golf, but so much business is done on the fairways, I have to endure his lessons there, too,,,and though I hate to admit it, playing against Bastille does improve my game. As I stare out the window at the Seattle skyline, the familiar ennui seeps unwelcome into my consciousness. My mood is as flat and gray as the weather. My days are blending together with no distinction, and I need some kind of diversion.
I've worked all weekend, and now, in the continued confines of my office, I'm restless. I shouldn't feel this way, not after several bouts with Bastille. But I do. I frown. The sobering truth is that the only thing to capture my interest recently has been my decision to send two freighters of cargo to Sudan.
This reminds me-Ros is supposed to come back to me with numbers and logistics. What the hell is keeping her? I check my schedule and reach for the phone.
Why the hell did I agree to this? I loathe interviews-inane questions from ill-informed, envious people intent on probing my private life. And she's a student. The phone buzzes. At least I can keep this interview short. I was expecting Katherine Kavanagh. I know her father, Eamon, the owner of Kavanagh Media. We've done business together, and he seems like a shrewd operator and a rational human being. This interview is a favor to him-one that I mean to cash in on later when it suits me.
And I have to admit I was vaguely curious about his daughter, interested to see if the apple has fallen far from the tree. A commotion at the door brings me to my feet as a whirl of long chestnut hair, pale limbs, and brown boots dives headfirst into my office.
Repressing my natural annoyance at such clumsiness, I hurry over to the girl who has landed on her hands and knees on the floor.
Clasping slim shoulders, I help her to her feet. Clear, embarrassed eyes meet mine and halt me in my tracks. They are the most extraordinary color, powder blue, and guileless, and for one awful moment, I think she can see right through me and I'm left,,,exposed.
The thought is unnerving, so I dismiss it immediately. She has a small, sweet face that is blushing now, an innocent pale rose. I wonder briefly if all her skin is like that-flawless-and what it would look like pink and warmed from the bite of a cane. I stop my wayward thoughts, alarmed at their direction.
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