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Your next door neighbor was surprisingly beautiful. It was almost a foot shorter than him complexion and slender. He wore a loose shirt and shorts widths. Her shapely legs were the same light tan and was barefoot. His figure was small, almost childlike. Almost. Her breasts looked small, but swelled in a decidedly feminine, though slight, the fabric of his cotton shirt.

At first glance, by the way they dress and clear, fresh beauty, Zac had thought she was a child, a teenager. But, up close, distinguished minor wrinkles in his face, with confidence and a wisdom that could not transmit any teenager. Despite his youthful appearance, Vanessa Hudgens that this possibly was about your age.

"The Navy SEALs," he explained, while his strange eyes look brown, are the special operations group of the elite U.S. military. We operate on land, sea and air.

"I understand," she said with a smile. What cute.

was something crooked smile that made her look a bit silly. Surely he knew that smile marred its perfect beauty, but this did not prevent a smile. In fact, Zac would bet that, silly or not, the smile was the favorite expression of that woman.
Still, her smile was hesitant, as if uncertain whether he deserved it. She was restless, but Zac did not know if it was for his injuries or his imposing stature. In any case, did not feel comfortable with him.

- "Cute" is a word that typically describe a special operations unit.

- "Special Ops" Nessa repeated. Something like the Green Berets or commands?

"Something like that," Zac said looking into her eyes. Only a body that is more sophisticated, harder and harder. SEALs are specialized in various fields. All are excellent shooters and demolitions experts on the ground and at sea, we can fly, drive or sail any airplane, jet, tank or vessel. And we are all experts in the use of advanced military technology.

"I get the impression that you are an expert at making war," the goofy smile of
Nessa had vanished, taking with it most of the heat of his eyes. A professional soldier.

Zac nodded.

"Yes, that is.

She did not like soldiers. That was the key. Was funny. Some women went crazy for the military. And others made it impossible to avoid them. That such
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- do you do when there is war they fight? Do you begin one yourself?
His words were deliberately hostile. Zac felt twitched. I had to defend himself or his profession in front of that girl, very nice it was.
She had met many like her before. It was politically correct to be a pacifist, supporting demilitarization, defense cuts in defense spending ... no idea of \u200b\u200bthe global situation. Zac

had nothing against pacifists, actually. Truly believed in the power of negotiation and peace conferences. But he was governed by the old saying: walk quietly and carry a big stick. And the Navy SEALs were the biggest and the toughest club that could lead the United States.

As the war was being waged a colossal war against terrorism.

"I do not come with the roll-Zac turned away and walked to the door of his apartment building on the stick.

"Ah, my opinion is boring? - Nessa stood before him and cut him off. His green eyes flashed fire.

"What I need is another drink," said Zac. And urgently. So, if you do not mind away from my way ... Nessa

arms crossed and did not move.

"Sorry," he said. Recognize my question may have sounded a little hostile, but still do not think it's a roll. Zac

stared.

"I'm not in the mood to discuss," he said. If you feel like getting a drink, please. I'll find some glass. If you want to spend the night ... even better. Long ago I do not share the bed. But I have no intention of staying here arguing with you. Nessa

blushed, but looked down. Or away.

-Bullying is a powerful weapon, right? "He said. But do not know what to expect and will get you nowhere. I do not intimidate you, Lieutenant. Zac

stepped forward so that invaded their personal space and cornered her against the closed door.

- What now? He asked. Are you intimidated?

Nessa was not. He could see in his eyes. She was angry, however.

"How typical," she said. When psychological aggression does not work, always resort to the threat of physical violence, "she smiled sweetly. You're going to bluff, soldier. What will you do now?

Zac looked at his oval face. Had run out of ideas, but would never admit to it. Nessa was supposed to and would have fled. But he had not. Still there, looking angrily, with his nose about inches from hers

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But it was not only impressive aspect of Lieutenant Zachary which made it seem like a brat. It was also the fact that they were military. Although not in uniform, standing before her, her shoulders back and head up looked like a naval version Geyperman. He was a soldier not forced recruitment, but by choice. Had chosen to enlist. Had decided to perpetuate all that, driven by their opposition to war, Nessa's parents had taught him to reject.
His neighbor was watching her as closely as she him.

"I was curious," he said. His voice was serious and had no accent. He did not speak particularly high, but his words came to him quite clearly. Nessa

forced a smile.

"Sure.

"Do not worry," he said, but smiled back. In fact, had not smiled even once since she had turned to look over the railing. I do noise. I do not give wild parties. Do not bother. I will not go in your life and trust that kindly do the same.

bowed his head once and Nessa realize that just fired. With a single nod, as if he had cleared out one of his recruits. While

she looked at him, the former Navy lieutenant went to the stairs.
leaning on his cane most of the weight of his body. And every step I took seemed full of pain. Do you really going to climb those stairs ...?

course. The apartment complex was not equipped with elevators or escalators, or any other system that would access the second floor to the disabled. And it was clear that this man was.

But Lt. Zachary climbed, step by step, painfully. He used the iron railing and the top of your body to help move forward and up the steps almost on one leg. Still, Nessa noticed every movement caused him great pain. When he reached the top of the stairs, breathing heavily and his face was covered by a film of sweat.

Nessa, as always, spoke from the heart, without thinking.

"There's a flat for sale on the ground floor," he said. Perhaps in the office of the community can help change the floor of ... that of ...

He gave her a searing look.

- you still here? "His voice was rough and his words, rude. But when he raised his eyes and fixed them for a moment on hers, she excelled in her eyes a host of emotions. Anger, despair, shame. An incredible amount of shame. Nessa

heart was in my throat.

"Sorry," he said, almost involuntarily dropped her eyes to his leg wound. I did not want ...

He sat right below one of the lights in the corridor and up a bit right leg.

"Nice, huh? "He said.

His knee was a crossroads of scars. The joint seemed swollen and congested. Nessa swallowed.

- What ...? He said, and cleared his throat. What happened?

looked up and saw the lieutenant's eyes were a strange shade of blue. Dark blue, almost black. And they were surrounded by long, thick lashes that Nessa had never seen a man.

close, despite the sheen of sweat covering his face, Nessa was convinced that Lieutenant Zachary Efron was the most attractive man she had seen in his twenty-seven years of life.

Her hair was dark blonde. It was not the typical dull blonde, but rather a shaggy brown and gold flashes, and even some reflections that glistened in the sun redheads. His nose was large, but not too much for her face, and slightly aquiline. His mouth was wide. Nessa

wanted him smile.

What would smile with that mouth so generous. Her typical expression lines near the corners of the mouth and eyes characteristic of people who laugh often, but at that moment his face was tense with pain and rage.

"I hurt," he said brusquely. During a military operation.

had been drinking. Nessa was close enough to distinguish the smell of whiskey on his breath. He stepped back.

- A ... military operation?

"Yes" he replied.

"It must have ... horrible, "she said. But ... I did not know that the United States took part in naval battles lately.

"I was wounded during a rescue operation at the counterterrorism center of Baghdad," said Zac.

- Baghdad Not a bit far from the sea for a sailor? "I'm

Navy SEALs," he said. Then his lips twisted into a sour grimace, like a smile. "Age" Navy SEALs "he said. Zac

realized she did not know what he meant. She looked with wonder in his eyes strange color. They were a light tan, brown and green with a brown fence on the edge of the iris. Were slightly slanted and exotic, as if, perhaps in their grandparents' generation, there would be Asian or Polynesian blood. Or Hawaiian. That was it. Seemed slightly Hawaiian. His cheekbones, high and wide, enhanced this effect. The nose was small and delicate, like his lips. Her skin, smooth and clear, had a delicious tan. Her long curly hair in a ponytail and bangs slightly softened the features of his face. Her hair was so long that if you let loose, come to the hips.

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was light at 2 ° C.

Vanessa Hudgens stopped in the parking lot, with tired arms to carry the shopping bags, and watched the floor window on the second floor beside him.

The 2 ° C had many years in the dark void that had begun Nessa to believe that the owner would never return home. But its owner, whoever he was, was there that night. Nessa

knew the owner of 2 ° C was indeed a man. He grabbed the handles better their cloth bags and headed to the outdoor cement stairs leading to his apartment on the second floor. His name was Zachary Efron retired Navy lieutenant. Nessa had seen him on the phone to the homeowners and the few who got letters advertising spend sifting through the post office. Nessa
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knew his next door neighbor was a retired Navy officer. As had only his name and rank, the rest had left to your imagination. Zac was possibly an older man, perhaps even an old man. Might have served in the Second World War. Or perhaps had fought in Korea or Vietnam.

Whatever the case, Nessa was eager to meet him. In September, his second of high school students began to study American history from the crash of 1929 until the end of the Vietnam War. With a little luck, the retired lieutenant Zachary Efron'd go to give a talk to students, to tell their story, to narrate their experiences of war in which he had served.

Because that was the problem with the study of war. Until it is understood as personal experience, not understood at all.

Vanessa opened her apartment door, went inside the bags and closed the door with his foot. He put the bags in the small closet brushes, looked in the mirror and straightened his top knot in which the dark hair was pulled.

Then he opened out into the corridor that connected all floors of the second floor.

Lyrics to the door, 2 ° C, were slightly rusted, but still, despite the screen door, reflected the lights of the patio. Without taking time to feel nervous or timid, Nessa rang the bell.

The sound heard inside the apartment. The curtains of the room Seating was open and inside was light, so I took a look.

Architecturally, the floor was like a mirror image of your own home. A small living room attached to a tiny dining area, which, turning a corner, connected with a kitchenette. Another short hallway leading from the living room for two small bedrooms and bathroom. It was just like your floor, except that the rooms were arranged in the opposite direction.

Lt. Zachary furniture were also the opposite of yours. Nessa had decorated his room with bamboo and light and cheerful colors. The Lt. Zachary was filled with dark furniture, slightly ramshackle appearance and that did not match each other. The sofa was dark green boxes, and the cover was very faded. The carpet was the same shade of green forest that Nessa when he had moved there three years ago. But she had changed immediately. He

tighten the ring. But there was no response. He opened the screen door and knocked on the door with power, thinking that if Lt. Zachary was an older man, it might be hard of hearing ...

- Looking for someone? Nessa

suddenly turned, startled, and closed with mosquito noise. But there was nobody in the corridor. "I'm here

below.

The voice came from the courtyard and, of course, was a man standing in the shadows. Nessa went to the railing.
-Seeking
Lieutenant Zachary said. He stepped forward and came to light.

"Well, how lucky you. You've found it. Nessa

stared at him. He knew he had his eyes on him, but I could not help it.

Zachary Efron, retired Navy lieutenant, was not a man in years. It was only a little older. He was, at best, little more than thirty years. He was young, tall and strong like a tank. The sleeveless shirt who had laid bare its shoulders and muscular arms and chest barely covered her look tough.

had dark blond hair and very short, almost military style. His jaw was square, his features, hard and rough, and his face, handsome and imposing. Nessa

not tell what color were her eyes, I just knew they were strong and would be examined as carefully as hers to him.

Lieutenant took another step forward and Nessa noticed he was limping and leaning heavily on a cane.

- I wanted something besides throw me out? He asked.

His legs were still in the shadows, but the light shone in his arms. And his tattoos. One on each arm. An anchor on one and something that looked like a mermaid in the other. Nessa turned to stare at his face.

"This ... I ... "He said. I just wanted ... say hello. I'm Vanessa Hudgens. The Girl Next Door, "he said weakly.
seemed shy and awkward, as one of his teenage students.

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- Is the March? Zac said. He laughed, but there was humor in his laughter. I can not leave because I have been right out in the street. "No, Captain Horowitz? I have to be out of here at two o'clock.

was silence, a silence that fell upon them, dense, and still palpable. "Sorry

"She finally said the doctor. I do what's best for you and for this center. We use your bed for someone who really needs it. And you should give his knee a rest before more damage is done. The obvious solution was to send him home.

Someday, I will thank you for this.

delivered door click shut behind him.


Zac looked at Joe.

"You can tell the Navy that I am only willing to accept the return to active duty," he said flatly. I'm not going to dedicate myself to teaching.

dark eyes of the higher of the two reflected guilt and compassion.

"Sorry," Joe said aloud low. Zac

glared the clock on the wall. It was almost noon. Within two hours, would have to pack up and leave. Within two hours, and not be a Navy SEAL temporarily suspended from active duty while recovering from a serious injury. Would Efron Zachary, a former lieutenant of the Navy SEALs. A civilian with no place to go, nothing to do.

Anger hit his gut like a sledgehammer. Five years ago, rarely experienced that feeling.

He was calm and unconcerned. Now, however, rarely feel anything but rage.

One moment ... Yes I had to go. His anger subsided a little. Had continued to pay his small apartment on San Felipe, the modest neighborhood was near the naval base. But once arrived in San Felipe, what would you do? He had, in fact, nothing to do.

do not have anything that was worse than having no place to go. What would I do? "To spend all day sitting, watching TV and collecting checks for disability pension? The anger turned to seize it. This time, it lodged in his throat and seemed close.

"I can not pay me I've been doing physical therapy here at the hospital," he said, trying to keep the desperation in his voice. "Maybe you should

heeding Steve, "Joe said," and give a rest to your leg.

was easy to say. Joe was going to leave the hospital without a cane, no limp, but his whole life had been shattered. Joe went back to the house he shared with his beautiful wife, pregnant with her first child. Veronica went to dinner and then I would surely love and you fall asleep in his arms. And in the morning get up, go for a run, there would be a shower, shave and dress and be incorporated into its position commanding officer of the Brigade Team 10 Alfa.

Joe had everything. Zac

only had an empty apartment in a neighborhood of the city gradient.

-Congratulations about the baby, "he said, and tried with all his might seem sincere. Then hobbled out of the room.

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"Your progress has begun to decline," said the doctor. I told you before, but appears not to understand. Pain is a signal that the body sends to the brain saying that something is wrong. The fact that a sore knee meant no need to try harder. Means that you must loosen. Sit. Take a break. If still exceeds well, Lieutenant, in August will be in a wheelchair.

"I'll never be in a wheelchair, sir, though he used the word" sir " the tone and attitude gave Zac understand a word completely different and much less promising.

"If you do not want to spend the rest of his life sitting, you better stop penalizing a joint that is sufficiently damaged," said Dr. Ho-Rowitz. Then he sighed, took a deep breath and lowered his voice again. Look, Zac, I will not argue with you. Why does not conform to stand up? You can walk. With a cane, of course, but ...

"I'll run," said Zac. I will not give up until you can run.

"You can not run," said Steven Horowitz bluntly. Knee that can not handle the weight of his body. Can not even stretch altogether. At best, get jump on one leg, and awkward.

"Then I need another operation.

-What you need is to go ahead with your life.

"My life requires to run," said Zac vehemently. I know many active duty SEAL, going around with a cane. Do you own? .

Dr. Horowitz shook his head and looked at Joe for help. But Joe did not say a word.

"It takes five years in and out of hospitals and rehabilitation centers," said the doctor Zac. It is no longer a boy of twenty years, Zac. The truth is that SEALs are no longer needed. There are kids right out of the courses training that would give a thousand laps but could run. Do you really think that the commanders will want to return an older guy with a torn knee? Zac

carefully kept his face expressionless.

"Thanks, man," replied in a voice tense while looking out the window without seeing anything. I appreciate your vote of confidence. Joe

shifted in his seat.

"What Steve says is hard to accept ... and not entirely true, "he said. We old, who have over thirty years, we have an experience that is lacking in the novice, and usually become better SEAL. But you are right about one thing: you take half a decade out of service. No only you would have to overcome physical handicaps, as if they were not sufficient. You'd have to catch up on technological progress, learn the new guidelines ...

-Take a breath, 'said Dr. Horowitz. Prisco turned and looked him straight.

"No," he said. Also looked at Joe. Nothing breaths. No, until you can walk without a cane. No, until you run a mile in six minutes.

The doctor raised his eyes to heaven, exasperated, he rose and walked toward the door.

- Two miles in six minutes? Forget it. It is impossible. Zac

looked back for window.

Captain also said you would never walk.

turned Horowitz.

"This is different, Lieutenant. The truth, believe me or not, is that the physical stresses to which they are submitting, rather than doing good, are hurting his knee. Zac

not returned. He was silent, looking at the flowers gently swaying in the breeze.

"As SEAL, can focus on other things," said the doctor with more finesse. There are office work ... Zac

turned abruptly, furious.

"I am an expert in ten different ways to combat," and wants to become a kind of pen-pushers?

-Zac ...

Joe stood up.

"You have to take at least some time to weigh your options," he said. Do not say no until you've thought you well.

Zac looked at him with barely disguised horror. Five years ago, used to joke with the possibility of being injured and end up forming part of the administration. It was a fate worse than death, or so they said then.

- Do you mean that I think if I want to become an official? "He said.

"You could learn.

Zac shook his head, full of disbelief.

"It's perfect, man. Do you see me writing on a board? He shook his head again in disgust. I thought you better than anyone would understand why I can not.

-would still be a SEAL, 'said Joe. Your only option is that, or accept the permanent retirement. Someone has to teach these kids survive. Why can not you be?

"Because I have been in action almost screaming," said Zac. I know how things are. And I want back there, I want to be there. I want to act, not teach. Damn!

"The Navy does not want to lose you," Joe said quietly intense. It has been five years and he has not had one in the units that exceeds your strategic combat. You can go, of course. You can spend the rest of your life trying to recover what you had, lock yourself in your house and feel sorry for yourself. Or you can transfer your knowledge to new generations of SEAL.

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Joe smiled.

"The truth is that I'm fine. The one that is scared is Ronnie. Read everything you can get his hands on about pregnancy and babies. And I think the books are even more frightening.

"Good grief, a boy Zac repeated. Are you going to call Joe Junior Cat?

"I want a girl," admitted Joe. Her smile softened. A redhead, like her mother.

"Well, So what is the rest? Zac asked. Seeing the look of surprise on Joe, added: "You said it was only in part a courtesy. That means there is something else. What have you been besides that?

"Oh, yes. Steve Horowitz called me and asked me to be present when you speak. Zac

immediately tightened as he pulled the shirt. Steve Horowitz was his doctor. What Joe wanted to be there when you talk to him?

- Why?

Joe said nothing, but his smile faded.

-At the end of the hallway is a room official said. Steve said would speak there.

A chat in the officers' room. That was even more serious than I had imagined Zac.

"Okay," he said quietly. It was absurd to put pressure on Joe. He knew that his former boss did not say anything until it appeared Steve.

- How's your knee? Joe asked as they walked down the aisle. He walked slowly on purpose, without forcing the pace, so Zac could follow. Zac

felt a twinge of irritation he knew well. I hated not being able to move quickly. Damn, once used to beat all speed records during physical training.

"Today I feel better," he lied. Each step I took hurt like crazy. And most ridiculous of all was that Joe knew how much it hurt.

pushed the door of the officers' room. The room was quite nice, with big, overstuffed chairs and a huge window overlooking the gardens. The carpet was of a slightly lighter shade of blue than the sky, and the upholstery of the chairs matched the lush vegetation that grew beyond the window. Zac surprised colors. I used to go there late at night when I could not sleep. In the darkness, the walls and furniture had seemed gray. Steven Horowitz

entered the room one step behind them.

"Well," with its strong and efficient ways. Joe greeted with a nod. Thanks for coming, lieutenant. I know that you are also very busy.

"To this, no, sir," Joe said quietly.

- What is "this" exactly? Zac asked. It was not so restless since last time I had come to "sniff" in a data collection operation behind enemy lines.

The doctor said the sofa.

- Why do not we sit down?

"I'd rather stand, thank you," Zac had spent much time sitting in the first years after being wounded. He had spent too long in a wheelchair. If I could choose, and never sat.

Joe sat on the couch and stretched his long legs. The doctor sat on the edge of a chair. His gestures seemed to announce that it planned to stay a long time.

"This is not going to like it," he said sharply to Zac, "Yesterday I signed their high for him to leave the center. Zac could not believe what I was hearing.

- What?

"She's going away," said the doctor, not unkindly. Today, two in the afternoon.

Zac and Joe looked at the doctor. This evening he was looking for the bitterness, but did not contradict Horowitz.

"But my physical therapy ...

-Han over, "concluded the doctor. You have recovered sufficiently to use the knee y. ..

- Enough for what? Zac asked, enraged. Why hobble? That's not enough, dammit! I have to be able to run. I have that power ... Joe

straightened in his seat.

-Steve told me that takes weeks to learn your history, "said Zac calmly to the Alfa Brigade commander. Apparently, no improvement ...

"Because I'm having a bad time. It happens in this kind of ...

-Your therapist has been concerned because it is you, "interrupted exceeding Horowitz. It is working too hard.

-Cut the roll-Zac grabbed the stick so hard to be transparent knuckles. I have been out of time, eh? -Back at Joe. Someone upstairs has decided that since I've taken enough, I have to leave my empty bed for the deal some other unhappy without hope of recovery at all, right?

"Yes, they want your bed," said Joe nodded. It is partly that, yes. Senior centers, places are limited. You know.

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Zac knee was burning.

had to lean on his cane to get from shower to the room he shared with three other veterans, and his leg still hurt like crazy with every step.

But the pain did not matter. had been part of the daily life of Navy Lieutenant Zachary Efron known as Zac, since, for over five years, during an undercover operation ransom, his leg had been about to blow.
could cope with pain.

was the stick that could not stand.

was the fact that his knee does not hold the weight of his body, nor could stretch at all, which made him mad.

It was a hot day in California, so he got a pair of shorts, but was aware that not conceal the stark, ugly scars of his knee.

had suffered his latest operation a few months ago. Had returned to open the leg to try to pick up the pieces, like Humpty Dumpty. After the obligatory stay in the hospital, had sent there, one rehabilitation center to strengthen the leg and see if the operation had served one thing: to see if they had more flexibility in the injured joint.

But his doctor had had so little success as the legendary horses and men of the king of Humpty Dumpty. The operation had not improved Zac knee.

His doctor had not been able to restore it.

knocked on the door and it opened a crack width.

"Well, Zac, are you here?

was Lieutenant Joe Catalanotto, commander of Task Force 10 of the SEAL Alfa Brigade: The brigade to which was a century of pain, frustrations and hopes blighted, had belonged Zac.

- Where would be if not? Zac replied.

noticed that Joe was reacting to the angry response and his jaw tightened as he entered the room and closed the door behind him. He noticed the expression of his dark eyes, an expression reserved and reticent. Zac

had always been the most optimistic members of the Alpha Squad. His attitude was always friendly and lively. Wherever they were, Zac went to the street and befriended by the local population. It was always the first to smile, who joked before a parachute jump at high altitude which relieved the tension and made everyone laugh.

But Zac is no longer laughing. Had stopped laughing for five years, when doctors came into her hospital room and told that his leg would never be the same. Never walk again.

At first, it was faced with the same spirit as always cheerful and optimistic. What would not walk again? That would be seen. Would do more than walk. Would return to active duty. Going to run, jump and throw himself headlong into the water. There was no doubt.

It had taken years of intense concentration, operations and physiotherapy. He had spent the hospital to a rehabilitation center and back many times. He had fought hard, and had returned to walking.

But I could not run. He could barely hobble with a cane ... and doctors had advised him not to move much. The knee could not bear the weight of his body, they said. The pain he endured stoically was a warning sign. If I was not careful, lose the little use he had of the leg.

Tough luck.

For while he could not run, not again become a SEAL.

Those five years of disappointment, frustration and defeat had been eroding the spirit of optimism and Zac. Five years longing to regain the excitement of the life of a Navy SEAL, five years of temporary retirement, without real hope of returning to active duty, to see how the Alfa Brigade replaced him, five years shuffling when burning to take running. All that time had left him exhausted. He had lost his joy. Was depressed. He was frustrated. And I was furious.

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noticed Zac's muscular body and stopped when the scars on his leg.

"You look good," he said. You stay in shape. That's fine. Is fine.

- Is this a courtesy? Zac asked sharply.

"Partly yes," replied Joe. Their hard-featured face relaxed into a smile.

I have good news and wanted to tell you.
Good news. Ray, how did that Zac did not receive good news?
One of his roommates, who was lying in bed, reading a book, looked up.

Joe did not seem to care. Her smile widened.

-Ronnie is pregnant, she said. Let's have a child.

Do not tell me-Zac could not help smiling. But her smile felt strange, unnatural. Long time not used those muscles of the face. Five years ago, Joe would have given pats on the back, would have made obscene jokes about virility and procreation and would have laughed like a fool. But now he could only compose a smile. He reached out and shook Joe to congratulate him. May I die. Who would have thought that would end up become a parent? Are not you scared?

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For Zachary Efron, Zac, belong to the Special Operations unit of the army was not just a job, but something that defined their identity. A bullet had compromised this existence: How would enter into combat if he could barely walk? However, despite medical warnings, Zac was determined to recover fully.
However, the unexpected appearance of his five year old niece left little time for anything not care for the child. Children knew even less than on how to recover and live with his injuries, but was not willing to accept help from her neighbor Vanessa Hudgens. He did not need anyone's help to care for her niece, or to learn to accept their own limitations. Neither, of course, to love.

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- Where you going? - Vanessa asked, his eyes red violets almost anguish.

- A home ... Need to be alone, Ness ... Compréndelo please. Desperate
, Nessa ran after him down the hall

- We can better meet this together, Dad! Stay, please - he pleaded.

- Sorry. Now no, Ness - said Gerald feels unable to look at her daughter's face.

"Facing the shame, publicity, the trial? Does the loss of his home, his job, his self-esteem? Vanessa did not know if his father would be able to withstand all that. Would be very hard, especially for a man his age. But what alternative was there? The only way to survive was facing problems. If Vanessa had learned something in those years was the truth.
However, despite their efforts failed to keep the mind focused on the problems of his father. The past came back to haunt her, the past that had buried for six years ...

The day I met Zac Efron, was in London doing some shopping for her trousseau in the company of a friend. Was less than two months for her marriage to Simon. He was not wearing the engagement ring. One of the stones had come loose and was taken to the jeweler for repair.

was talking to Leah at an intersection, waiting for the traffic light changed to cross. Someone accidentally pushed, knocking him to the road, almost under the wheels of Zac limousine, driven by his chauffeur. Vanessa

not remember the fall, he lost consciousness. What I remembered was his recovery of consciousness confused before the ambulance arrived and the vision of those extraordinary blue eyes before yours. As a child he had a book of short stories about a tiger eat with your eyes a bright blue pond. Naturally, he was staring in amazement. I had never seen eyes of that hue.

- Do not move ... do not talk ... - Zac did not stop to give directions in all directions.

- I'm fine ...

- Do not talk.

- I get up ... - Zac tried to move.

One hand, huge tanned stopped him.

- I get up ... - She insisted, looking with growing shame curious group that was forming around.

- You will not get up. You could have damaged the spine.

- My column is perfect - Vanessa said, starting to get angry -. I'm fine ...

- That will be decided by the doctor - Zac kept looking at her with great intensity. Then reached out and stroked his jaw with a finger -. Never forgive myself for having done harm to something so incredibly beautiful ... Leah
was totally useless in that circumstance. Someone became hysterical and had to calm her. Nessa suddenly found himself in a private ambulance, accompanied by Zac rather than her friend.

- She will follow us in my car - Zac said, standing in the way of nurses at the same time telling them what to do. Nessa
was not strong enough to remove off Zac. His head hurt a lot and felt nauseated. Closed his eyes to escape it, saying that this unknown dominant treated only soothe your conscience by an accident that was not really responsible.
Vanessa was taken to a clinic, where he was subjected to a thorough review before a ride to an elegant single room.

- want to go home - he protested, turning to the nurse -. This is not necessary. Zac
entered at the time, emitting waves of vibrant physical energy that seemed to carry the electric atmosphere of the room.

- Where's Leah? - Vanessa whispered, amazed to find that the stranger was still there.

- I have a ride home. I was too upset to help. I have understood that your parents are away and not return until tomorrow. You want me to contact them?

- do not even know your name - Vanessa said through clenched teeth.

- Zac Efron - "he murmured with a bright smile -. How do you feel?

- I just want to go home ... You never hear what you people say?

- not if you do not want to hear it - Zac said.

- did not need all this - Nessa said about him, embarrassed -. I crashed. - Your car was not touched me. I will not sue or anything. You did not ...

- I wanted to do - he cut a bold look by sliding the slender figure of Vanessa, protruding under the covers -. I can not look away from you - he said, raising his eyes to his face flushed -. I suppose you have noticed it. But I guess it'll be very used to having men will give their full attention.

- not since I am committed - Nessa whispered with a stiff, angry at the way of looking at the man. He seemed to be looking at a window.
He narrowed his eyes to hear it.

- Do you belong to another man?

- I belong to no man! - Nessa snapped.

- To me it does belong to me - "he murmured with conviction. Nessa
seriously thought I was crazy. Nobody had ever talked like that. One summer he was in Greece and noted that feminism has not seemed to have made much impression on this country, but the primitive man's attitude of looking so sophisticated and cultured apparently left him stunned.

- I'm getting married in six weeks he reported succinctly, observing his manly traits involuntarily and looked away quickly when he realized he was doing.

- We'll see ... - Zac said, then laughed indulgently, as if to a baby who had innocently said something funny.
Vanessa returned to the present and noticed he was shaking. His first thought was for his father. Whatever he said, should not be alone. He took his coat, left the small house he had rented and got into his car.

- But his father is at work, Mrs. Turner. What would I be doing this at home time of day? - Asked the assistant of his father, frowning. Nessa
swallowed with effort, trying to maintain a nonchalant expression.

- I thought that ended earlier today.

- I do not say anything, of course.

- Then I'll see you later - Nessa said, and returned to his car.
Where was your father? - He asked, worried. There should not be allowed to go in the state it was!. But his father had insisted he needed to be alone. She was not her guardian. Should not respect their wishes? But those thoughts were not enough to calm his concerns. Reluctant
, returned home. Zac ... Zac could not divert his mind. "Would come to the hotel to crawl before him and beg him, as once did his father and mother? His stomach lurched at the thought. What sense would it? Zac Efron knew. There was no way to forgive his father. Zac wanted revenge. Vanessa could not touch, but I knew what it felt attached to her father. Or more darkly Machiavellian mind could have machined a sweeter revenge.

- Someday you will come to their knees begging me to accept you ... and smash you.



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brown-blonde hair on a pillow of linen, leather tanned from a sheet intensely white, blue eyes looking blatant gesture of his own cruelty and triumph ... Vanessa shivered violently, rejecting the image that had arisen in his mind.
The insistent sound of the phone took it snapped the whirlwind of his thoughts. Answered the call reluctantly, after closing the door behind the living room so as not to disturb his father.

- Vanessa ...? Nessa
froze, and her beautiful face framed by a silky dark hair paled intensely.
That voice ... that unforgettable voice, deep, dark and thick as honey. He said his name as no one had ever told. For six years since I heard it, but instantly recognized, unable to escape the horror that occurred. She felt her throat closing.

- not having waited for a start - Efron Zachary whispered, lying through his teeth. Nessa
pulled theirs. Wanted to introduce his hand over the phone and slap cable. And that feeling again, this violent outburst of hatred that only he could arouse in her, she was an intense fear. She felt his mouth dry.

- What?

- I'm in a generous mood - he said slowly -. I am inclined to offer a meeting ...
Nessa's fingers closed tightly around the headset.

- A meeting? Why?

- Is it possible that you have not seen your father? - "He murmured.

- I've seen - Vanessa whispered without bothering to add Gerald Hudgens was in the next room.

- The embezzlement is a felony.

- had gambling debts - Nessa quietly protested -. It scared ... Not intended to steal the money to the company! I was just borrowing ...

- euphemistically speaking, of course - Zac said mockingly.

- The company was his Hudgens - Vanessa reminded him to helplessly bitterness.
But it is not - Zac said softly -. Now is mine. Nessa
felt an intense pang of guilt. If it were not for her, Zachary Efron would never have entered their lives. If it were not for her, the company would belong to his father. If it were not for her, Gerald Hudgens would not have been faced with a charge of embezzlement.

- Dad had intended to return the money - he said, feeling her stomach shrank -. If it were not for the audit, it never would have learned! - Said in despair.

- Why do you think I do occasional audits by surprise in my business? - Asked Zac -. Employees like your father get greedy and are sometimes caught red-handed. Nessa
trembled, hearing the deafening beat of his heart in his ears.

- Mi father is not greedy! I was just desperate ...

- I can not wait to see you tonight. I stay in the Deangate Hall. I'm sure I need not tell you what my suite. At eight o'clock - Zac specified -. Wait a minute past the hour. If not, there will be no second chance, face.

- better not waste time! - Vanessa cried, enraged by the sadism of Zac -. I'd rather see you in hell before they set foot back in that hotel!

- must have been quite a sight to see out of there with one shoe that afternoon - Zac whispered provocatively -. The maid found the other under the bed. Cinderella's shoe ...


- How dare you? - Nessa muttered under his breath.

- And as I recall, were about to leave behind something much more intimate - Zac said thoughtfully. Flushed
to the hair root, Vanessa hung up the phone before Zac could remember more details about the inexcusable weakness that showed that day.

last thing I wanted at that time was thinking about what happened in the Deangate six years ago.

"No", wanted to scream, "No". But it did not, of course. Vanessa did not scream. Vanessa hated losing control. He had grown up quietly sobbing behind closed doors, covering his ears to the cries of his mother to her poor father. He swore that she would be different and that would control his temper by any means. It would be hard without passion. And if he stayed away from the passion, achieve nothing damaging.

Worst of all was having to look back, see how it had broken its own rules and how he suffered because of it. Trying to get away from those scary echoes of the past, Vanessa returned to his father.

with gray face, tension, Gerald Hudgens looked up and just went on her, so focused on their own problems even wanted to know who had called.

- I had to give up all my keys ... even my car. I was not allowed back into my office - said with evident pain -. Then I was escorted outside the building by two security guards ... It was a nightmare!
These instructions should be Zac. Did not his father deserved a little more consideration, he asked Vanessa. Could not have allowed him to keep at least a little dignity?

- Dad ... - Ready to mourn, Vanessa went to her father to comfort him, but he pulled away.

- I would be treated the same way a thief - he said dryly.

- But you're not a thief! Gerald Hudgens

not respond.

Vanessa could not help feeling responsible. He must have realized that his father had problems. A week after the company bought Hudgens Zac, Vanessa's mother left her husband and filed for divorce. The large amount of the sale was an irresistible temptation for Carole Hudgens. Although their marriage was never good, Gerald Hudgens was devastated. He adored his wife. He always was fair and forgave him all his adventures. Would have done anything to keep his side. The only person who was relieved with the departure of Carole was his daughter. But

Nessa should have realized the huge gap that opened in the life of his father. He saw how he became a workaholic, because that was all that was left. And while the company flourished., Getting all the benefits that would have done so happy her mother, Vanessa did not think of the bitterness he must feel his father into thinking that the company was not his and that those benefits came too late to save their marriage.

But betting ...

- was a place to go, something to do - said Gerald as her daughter watched, dumbfounded. Then I started to lose and thought I could not go on losing forever ...

Silence lasted a few moments and then Gerald Hudgens rose heavily from his seat and walked with weary steps toward the door.



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