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Chapter 6
A Nessa legs were burning as he turned the ski ¬ ne of Harris Avenue. Almost had arrived, and he had only five hundred meters of the race, so he sped up to gain speed.
had a work to a block and a half of the com ¬ plex apartment. They were building another fast food restaurant ... Just what you need ba ¬ neighborhood, he thought.
had cast the concrete for the foundation and the work had stopped temporarily while it hardened. The plot was empty. Several trucks ¬ tions Building A & B were parked in ¬ deaf between huge mounds of disturbed earth and asphalt rubble.
On one of those piles had sat a little girl, her face and clothes stained with pol ¬ vo. Her hair the sun shone red. Nessa
stopped short.
Naturally, it was Natasha. Seemed oblivious to everything going on around you while digging ¬ alegremen on earth hardened by the sun and sang a dog ¬ tion. Nessa
tried to catch his breath and ducked under the yellow tape that allegedly prevented the transition to work.
- Natasha?
The girl looked at her and smiled.
"Hi Nessa.
"Honey, you know your uncle, where are you?
-is asleep, "said Tasha, and continued digging. He had found a plastic spoon and a paper cup was used and filled with earth and seeing ¬ rowing like a coffee. All parts of your skin that were exposed were covered with mud. Surely it was a good thing, considering that the sun was warm so strong that it could have that ¬ mado.
"It's still early. Will arise later. -Nessa looked at his watch.
-Tash, almost ten. And ¬ has to be exploded. Surely it is going crazy looking for you. Do not you remember what you said about you could not leave the patio, or floor, without telling?
Tasha looked at her.
- How can I tell if you are asleep? "He said casually. Mom always sleep until lunchtime. Nessa
spread his hands to help her down the pile ground.
"Come. I'll walk you home. Let's see if Zac all asleep-¬ way the girl stood up and lowered to the ground Nessa. You're dirty, right? -Continued when they walked into the apartment complex. I think you're gonna get a bath.
Tasha looked at her arms and legs.
"I've bathed. I took a mud bath. The princesses are always given mud baths, but only one a day.
- Oh, yeah? Nessa said. I believed that princesses always giving bubble baths after their mud baths. Tasha
looked thoughtful.
"I've never taken a bubble bath.
"Very nice," said Nessa. What aspect of present bian ¬ walking down the street: a girl covered in mud and sweat literally dripping adult. The bubbles will come up to her chin.
Natasha's eyes widened.
- Really?
"Yes, and it happens that I have a gel that does a lot of foam," said Nessa. Pro ¬ Barlo when you get home ... unless you are absolutely sure you do not want to take another bath today ...
"No, the princesses are only given a bath of mud a day," said Tasha seriously. But they can take a mud bath and a bubble bath.
"Okay, Nessa smiled as they entered the pa ¬ tio.
The apartment complex was still tran ¬ very peaceful. Most residents had gone to work ¬ down for hours. Still, the few children who lived in the building were on vacation. Nessa heard a distant sound of television sets and stereos. Tasha followed the stairs up to 2 ° C.
The door was ajar and we Nessa called the quitera ¬.
- Hello? He said loudly, but no start ¬ res. He rang the bell. Nothing. He looked at his body and clothes covered with mud from Natasha. You'd better wait here, "Tasha nodded. But here, without moving, "said Nessa with her best teacher voice, pointing to the concrete box that has Bia ¬ right outside the door of Zac. Sit. And do not go anywhere, okay, Miss?
The girl nodded again and sat down. Nessa
opened the screen door and entered, although they had the impression of making a dwelling to allanamien ¬. The curtains were drawn and the fourth ¬ to be in darkness. Television ¬ da still lit, but the volume was so low that it barely audible whisper. It was cool, almost cold, as if the air conditioning was working its best to compensate for the fact that the door was slightly ajar ¬ mind. Nessa turned off the TV to pass.
- Hello? He said again. "Lieutenant Efron ...? -The floor was silent as a tomb.
"He will be angry if you wake up," said Tasha, who had his knees and his nose glued to the screen door.
"I will venture," said Nessa, and took the corridor leading to the rooms.
walked, however, on tiptoe. When he came down the hall, took a quick look at the bathroom and the smaller of the two rooms. There was nobody there. The door to the larger room was ajar, and went quietly. Deep breath and pushed open the door while ¬ Maba call.
The double bed was empty.
In the darkness, he saw that the sheets were re ¬ turn to form a knot. The blanket had fallen to the floor and the pillows were misplaced, but Zachary Efron was not lying there.
There was little furniture in the room only bed, a nightstand and a dresser. The decora ¬ tion was spartan. On the bureau had unicameral ¬ you a pile of coins. There was per ¬ sonal effects, and trinkets, and memories. The bed sheets were plain and white, the blanket, a beige tone. The closet door was open, like a drawer small dresser. Near it, on the ground, there were several rucksacks. The whole room had an air of apathy, as if the person who lived there had no interest in unpacking and hanging pictures on the walls ¬ des to take up the house.
There was nothing to give their inhabitants a sensa ¬ tion of character, with the exception of a huge pile of dirty clothes that seemed to shine in a dark corner. The heap and a nearly empty whiskey bottle that was on the bedside table were the Uni ¬ cas revealing things that were in the room. ¬ call the boat, at least, spoke for itself. Was similar to that Zac had taken the night before ... Only the previous night's was almost full.
wonder Tasha had not been able to wake him ¬.
the end, however, he was awake and ¬ Bia has found that the girl was not. Surely had gone after her, mad with worry.
The best they could do was stay still. Zac again after a while to see if Natasha had returned. But the idea of \u200b\u200bstaying there very attractive re ¬ sultan. Perhaps his belongings were so impersonal that bordered the bad taste, but still Nessa had the impression that they do ¬ invaded their privacy.
had turned around to leave when a des ¬ tello of light in the closet caught his attention. ¬ Encen gave the chandelier.
was amazing. Never in his life, had vis ¬ to anything. A naval uniform hung in the closet white, shiny and perfectly ironed. And, on top of the jacket, left, had plenty of colorful rows of medals. ¬ top of them was the cause of the flash he had seen: a pin in the form of an eagle with its wings extended, measures, and a gun and a trident in each claw. Nessa
could not imagine what Zac had to get all those medals. But, there ¬ do so, he suddenly realized something with all clari ¬ ty: Zachary Efron was dedicated to his work as anyone she knew. Those medals they said as clearly as if they could talk. If there Biera hu ¬ one or two, Nessa had been assumed that Zachary was a brave and capable soldier. But there must be more than ten of those badges pinned to their uniform colors. The finger was quickly. Ten ... Once. Eleven medals meant no doubt that Zac had passed the call ¬ ber and again. Nessa
turned, and the new light of that discovery ¬ tion, the room offered ¬ enteramen you look different. Instead of being the room of someone who did not care about personal touch, suddenly seemed a man who had never ¬ nest time you have a life outside of their dangerous devotion.
Even the bottle of whiskey had a different air ¬ te. It seemed much sadder and more desperate than before.
addition, the room was not quite disproportionate ¬ view of personal effects. There was a book on the floor beside the bed. It was a collection of stories by JD Salinger. Salinger. Who would have thought?
- Nessa? Natasha
was calling from the living room door. Nessa turned off the light when leaving the lives Zac ¬ tion.
"I'm here, honey, but your uncle is not said, and sa ¬ rolled into the living room.
- No? -Tasha got up to away from the door ¬ ta mosquito net, which was open.
- What do you say we go to my house and you showed that bubble bath I have? "Continued Nessa, and shut the heavy wooden door of 2 ° C. I'll write a note to your uncle so that when you return, know that you're in my house.
also called Thomas. If he was home, you may want to go out to Zac to communicate ject to that Natasha was safe.
"Come right to the bathroom," said Tasha when he opened his mosquito net and slid the bolt on the floor. We're going to get into the bath right now, okay? Natasha
stayed behind, his face smeared with mud, her eyes open.
- Zac is going to be angry with me? -Nessa looked at her.
- You seem very bad to be angry? Tasha
put a sad face, shook his head and lips esti ¬ Ró in that unmistakable grin ¬ cyan have children when they were about to mourn.
"I was asleep.
"The one who is asleep does not mean you can salt ¬ tarte standards," said Nessa.
I was going to come back before she woke up ...
Aja. Nessa suddenly realized. Na's mother used to sleep ¬ tasha his drinking until well after noon, not knowing, or even did not mind, making her daughter in the meantime. That amounted to an almost total neglect and, obviously, Tasha expected the same attitude of Zac.
Something was going to have to change.
"If I were you," he advised, "would good and be ready to tell you feel about returning home. Zac


saw from the patio the note taped to the door of his house.
was a piece of pink paper, glued to the outside of the mosquito net, and moving driven by the first gusts of a breeze of midday. Hurried up the stairs, ignoring the pain of his roller ¬ lla, and tore the note by the door.
"I found Natasha," he said in block letters. Thank God. Zac closed his eyes for a moment and felt an intense relief. Had searched the beach for almost an hour, terrified by the idea that his niece had forgotten the rules and Hubie ¬ ra gone back to sea. Ultimately, if I could skip the rule not to leave the floor without avi ¬ sar, also could not get to skip the one in the water.
He had found a rescuer who had told him he had heard that morning, tempra ¬ no, the sea had washed ashore the body of a young child. Zac had been about to parársele heart.
had spent nearly forty-five minutes on a phone, trying to communicate with the Coast Guard to find out if that rumor was true.
the end, had proved that the body that had flung the tide was that of a baby seal. But with the relief that news had come also certain that he had wasted precious time. And the search was begun again.
opened his eyes and discovered he had crumpled pink paper. Smoothed it out to read the rest.
"I met Natasha. We are at home. Nessa. "
Vanessa Hudgens. He had returned to save his skin again.
Leaning on his cane, came to the door of Nessa and saw his own reflection in the window in the living room. His hair on end and it seemed ¬ counts of the sun behind her dark glasses. ¬ sion gave the impression of having slept with the shirt on and even ¬ it was not like he had slept, however, with the shorts. Was a mess and worse aunt ¬ sen. I had a headache since, upon entering the room, had discovered that Natasha has Bia ¬ escape again. No, really hurt him since he opened his eyes. But the pain was almost unbearable I ¬ cho to discover that her niece had gone back without permission. And do ¬ temple was nothing short of intolerable.
rang the bell anyway, knowing that in addition to offering look bad, not smell very good. His shirt smelled distillery. There had been very careful this morning, picking up the floor of his bedroom to go out for Tash. With his usual bad luck, had been pre ¬ cisely which had used the night before to clean the whiskey had been poured from a cup.
The door opened and Vanessa Hudgens as output from the fantasies of a sailor. She wore very short running shorts, while redefining the meaning of "short", and a sport shirt waist half redefined the word "temptation." He had collected his hair back in a braid, and it was still wet with sweat.
"He's here, is safe," he said in greeting. It's in the tub, washing a bit.
- Where did you find? -Zac throat felt dry and her voice left rough and scratchy. Nessa
looked into his flat and raised his voice.
- How about you, Tasha?
- Well! "Said the girl cheerfully. Nessa opened the screen door and left.
-In Harris Avenue, "said Zac. Harris was on the street, playing with the sand of a work ...
- Damn! What the hell thinks that is head ¬ do? He has five years! You should not walk around alone o. .. Good God, playing in a play! "Zac ran a hand over his face and tried to control his anger. I know that yelling is not going to help anything ... -Was forced to lower his voice, breathe deeply and try to release all the frustration ¬ tion, anger and anguish he had felt during previous times. I do not know what to do, "he admitted. Disobeyed me with all boldness.
"She does not think so," said Nessa.
"I told him not to leave without telling me. And to stay in the yard.
"In your opinion, none of this applies if Mom or Uncle Zac, can not get out of bed in the habit ¬ na-Nessa noticed him a firm look. Her green eyes were brown to bright sunlight. He said he believed he would be back before you woke.
-A standard is a standard ... "Began Zac.
-Ya, and its standard "interrupted Nessa, is that if you get drunk, she is alone.
The Zac headache became more intense. He looked away, unable to hold his gaze. Nessa, however, not looking at him reproachfully. There was nothing even remotely prosecutor in his eyes. In fact, had a very sweet expression that softened the harshness of his words.
"Sorry," he muttered. It has been over. "He shook his head, not knowing if he was giving the reason or removed.
- Why do not you go? Nessa said, and we opened the quitera ¬. Nessa
The floor looked like a different planet to that of Zac. It was spacious and airy, with light brown carpet, no stains, and bamboo furniture painted white. The walls were freshly painted and clean ¬ das were everywhere intertwined plants whose vines hanging from the ceiling by a hook system. Soft music playing on the stereo. Zac recognized the voice hoarse with influ ¬ ences Texas blues, Lee Roy Parnell.
had pictures hung on the walls: beautiful watercolors of the sea blue and green, and colorful figures, whimsical and full of rhythm, of people walking along the beach.
"My mother is a painter," said Nessa, who had followed her gaze ¬ do. Most are yours.
Another picture showed the beach before a mint ¬ tor. Transmitting the threatening power of the wind and water, dark and ominous sky, wave em ¬ bravecidas, palm trees waving in the gale ... Of nature in its most daunting.
"It's good," said Zac. Nessa smiled.
"I know, raised her voice. How about in the country of the foam, Natasha?
- Well!
"While I was on the street, playing in the dirt, there was a mud bath, as a Russian princess, with a wry smile, Nessa Zac led to his tiny co ¬ ce. It was exactly like his ... and do not look anything. Magnets of all shapes and colors covered the fridge. They held pictures of people smiling, notes, coupons, and movie times. Suspended from the ceiling with hooks, had wire baskets with fresh fruit. ¬ tors the counter, by the phone, had a cup of coffee as a cow with graduation cap full of bo ¬ lígrafos and pens. The room was full of pe ¬ flutes reminiscent Nessa details.
"I managed to convince her that the real royalty was always a bubble bath after a mud bath.
-Bless you, "said Zac. And thanks to bring her home.
"It was a good thing that came out to run for minority ¬ ca Nessa opened the refrigerator. I usually do a longer route, but this morning I weighed the heat, looked at Zac. "Iced tea, lemonade or soda? Something
-caffeinated, please, "he said.
"Hmm," said Nessa, and pulled the bottom of the fridge a can of cola. He gave it. Do you want two or three aspi ¬ gence?
Zac smiled. It was a crooked smile, but a smile after all.
-Three. Thanks.
She said the table at the back of the kitchen ¬ na and Zac sat in one of two chairs. Nessa had a pig-shaped napkin and a salt shaker and a pi ¬ Mentera resembling airplanes. There has also Bia ¬ plants everywhere, and just above it, to-freeze of the window overlooking the park, a mobile delicate sound. Zac reached over and touched with a finger. Had a sound so fragile and ethereal as it looks.
cabinet doors the kitchens have been replaced not long before other light wood. The gleaming white top also seemed new. But Zac just gave him a look of Soslan ¬ self. Looked instead to Nessa when stood on tiptoe to get one of the cabinets a bottle of aspirin ¬ nas. It was a brilliant blend of muscle and curves. Zac could not look away even when she turned around. Great, just what I needed Nessa. A failure at her with lust in your own kitchen. Zac noticed his look of concern and suspicion.
She left the bottle of aspirin before him on the table, excused himself, muttering that he would see what has ¬ Co. Natasha and disappeared. Zac
soda cold pressed against his forehead. Nessa When he returned, wearing a T ¬ tors running clothes. Helpful, but not much.
He cleared his throat. It was a million years, had been given good chat.
"Well ... And how much are you running? "Holy God, like a fool.
"About six miles," she said, and she opened the fridge to get a pitcher of iced tea. He poured himself a glass. But today I've only done five.
"We must be careful in this heat-heaven, could be weaker comment? "" Loose "? Yes, that was the perfect word to describe him in more than one sense.
Nessa nodded and turned to face him, leaning on the counter. He sipped his tea.
-So ... your mother is a painter.
Nessa smiled. God had a beautiful smile. You really thought it was two days before a sa ¬ smiled goofy?
"Yes," she said. Has a studio near Malibu. Lived there. Zac
nodded. It was assumed that, having reached that point, it was his turn to tell where it came from.
"I grew up right here in San Felipe, the armpit of California.
Nessa's smile became more intense.
"The armpits are good for something ... Not that I agree you and believe that San Felipe is.
"You're on your right to say," he said with Organic HOME ¬ shoulders. For me, San Felipe will always be an armpit.
"Then sell your flat and Move to Hawaii.
- How there is your family? He asked. She looked at his glass.
"To tell you the truth, I do not know. You may have blood hawaina or Polynesian, but I'm not sure.
- Your parents do not know?
"I took on an international agency. The files were extremely sketchy, looked at him. I went through a stage where, you know, I tried to find my biological parents.
"It's always worth finding. I have been better off not knowing mine.
"Sorry," Nessa said quietly. In another era would have told you you could not say that seriously, or could not be true. But I give more than five years ¬ do classes in a school and I am well aware that most people do not have the kind of childhood or the kind of parents I've had I, "his eyes were a beautiful mixture of brown and green , and compassion. I do not know what you've gone, but ... I'm sorry.
"I have heard that teaching in a school is very dangerous now, with so many weapons and drugs, and so much violence," said Zac in a desperate attempt to divert ¬ do that field conversation ¬ ro dark and too intimate. Do not you trained as a command when you start working? Nessa
laughed.
"No, we have to make do alone. We Arro ¬ jan defenseless wolves so to speak. Some teachers make up for becoming authentic iron clamps. But I have found that the re ¬ positive effort works much better than punishment, took another sip of iced tea while ¬ tively thought looked over the rim of the glass. In fact, you should take this into account when talking to Natasha.
Zac shook his head.
- What? We can get a cookie to escape? I think not.
- What kind of punishment do you think will end? "Insisted Nessa. Think about it. The poor and has suffered the worst punishment they can suffer a five years: his mother is gone. Surely you can not take anything else you care. You can yell and make rar ¬ ment. You can even scare you and make you afraid, and may cause nightmares. But if you think the recom ¬ you comply with the rules, if you value and make you feel like a treasure, you will much sooner.
He ran his fingers through his hair.
"But I can not pretend that this morning it had not happened.
"Hard-recognized Nessa. You have to strike a balance: to make the child understand that their behavior is unacceptable and at the same time, not to reward misbehavior ¬ siad paying attention too. Children who misbehave are often what they are doing, really, is to call attention. It's the easiest way to get a parent or teacher is fixed on them. Zac
forced a smile again.
"I know of some alleged adults who work the same way. Nessa
looked curiously at the man sitting at his kitchen table. It was amazing. There seemed to be pa sado ¬ night at a park bench, and yet she still found him attractive. What aspect Dria ¬ ten, he wondered, freshly shaven, clean and dressed in the uniform he had seen in his closet? Surely
of someone who would strive to avoid. Never was impressed by the uni ¬ month. And it was not likely to impress ¬ start now.
But even so, all those medals ...
left her empty glass and walked away from the counter.
"I'll get Tasha to the bath," he said. Surely you will have things to do. Promised me that carry it to buy furniture for their rooms.
"Yes," Zac nodded and stood up awkwardly. Gra ¬ ences again for bring her home.
Nessa smiled and walked down the hallway to the bathroom. Given how badly they had begun ¬ do in the end had managed to get a list of very nice neighbors.
A nice list of neighbors ... That was jus ¬ ly what was going to be among them, nothing more. A ¬ sar pe that the man had the ability to burn their blood at a glance. Although you would like more every time I looked, she would carefully maintain distance.
Because more you know about your neighbor, the more satisfied they were opposites.




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Chapter 5

"Well, Tash Zac shouted from the landing of the second floor where he had finally finished the frame holding the railing. Ready for a speed test?

She nodded and he released the handle and down the rope to her.

The idea came to him while in the grocery store. Would not be able to upload the groceries up the stairs to his apartment on the second floor. And Tasha, but trying to help when they escaped from there, could not climb the two flights of steep stairs, loaded with all the food they needed. It could take maybe one or two bags light but nothing more.

He was an expert in unconventional warfare tactics. Could invent alternative solutions for almost any situation, including that. Naturally, this was not the war, which made it all much easier. Whatever it was what happened to him was not going to have to carry it out under fire.

not cost him much time to find a solution. Tasha and he had gone through the neighborhood hardware store and purchasing what is necessary to make a homemade pulley. He could have easily uploaded things to the second floor using a rope, but with a crank and pulleys, Natasha also could.

plastic bags full of food were on the floor, just under the rope which was attached a hook Zac.

-Hook the string to one of the bags ordered his nephew, leaning over the railing. Put it by the handles. That's right. Nessa Hudgens

was watching him. Zac

had noticed their presence from the moment that Tash and he had dropped out of the taxi with all purchases. Nessa was back in his garden, doing God knows what, and I looked out the corner of my eye.

I had seen while he changed the frozen and perishable foods to a backpack he had bought and brought it inside.

I had observed while doing the same with what she had bought at the hardware store, and as I put everything on the second floor landing.

I had observed as she bent to sit awkwardly on the stairs with his toolbox and put to work.

had taken no eye but had tried at all times that he's not surprised at him.

However, he felt his eyes following him. And smell your presence.

God, whatever it was what had happened on the beach ... Zac shook his head full of disbelief. Whatever it was, I wanted more. More. Nessa I had seen and he had felt trapped in a whirlwind of amazing animal instinct. Had been unable to resist touching it, I kept thinking where would have landed that drop of sweat that was lost under his shirt. It did not take much imagination to see it slip slowly between her breasts, until the soft hollow of her navel.

After that, he had been eager to throw all out. Almost had wondered if there would be seriously underestimated the little notes with smiley faces.

But he saw the puzzled look on Vanessa. The attraction that had arisen between them had caught her off guard. Not wanted, or wished him. Certainly, not a single sexual encounter, for it was passionate, and even less for something longer term.

This was not a surprise.

- I can not! Zac cried Natasha with a worried face. Nessa
had stayed away since they had come home. He had not offered to help. But now she stood, unable to ignore the note of anguish in his voice of Tasha.

- I can help with that, Natasha? Directly asked the little girl. Not even bother to look at Zac.

He wiped the sweat from his face as he looked back to Nessa Tasha and hang the bag handles plastic hook. Should have about thirty degrees in the shade, but when Nessa finally looked up at him, seemed to blow a blast of cold air.
She tried to behave as if he had any interest in it. However, he had spent the previous hour and a half watching. Why?

Maybe whatever it was that attracted to Zac keep looking at her, which caused him to hit his thumb with the hammer many times, making tense every muscle in your body when you thought it was what was that feeling of control ... maybe she also felt. Lust and desire was multiplied per thousand and transformed into something much more powerful. Zac

wanted nothing to do with it. I did not want to complicate your life, did not want trouble, would not suffer. Yet at the same time, desperately wanted. He wanted more than he had ever desired a woman.

If it was scary, I would have panicked.

"Better," he warned us to depart when Zac Nessa Tasha began to turn the crank. The stock rose

easily, swollen and tense with the weight. But then, as if in slow motion, the bottom gave way and the contents hit the floor. Zac

cursed when a six pack of beer bottles shattered and their contents mixed with cranberry juice in a bowl of two liter, four crushed tomatoes and avocado never see the light of day. Fortunately, the Italian loaf was also in the stock market had rebounded and was saved from disaster. Nessa looked

this mess and then Zachary Efron. He, who had cut short his litany of insults, rose in silence, his mouth tight and his eyes full of despair far deeper than the situation demanded. Nessa

understood, however, that, looking at the curbside patio above the rail, Zachary Efron looked much more than that blight. I knew he was seeing his life as shattered as those bottles of beer. Still, he took a deep breath and forced herself to smile at Natasha, who watched with wide eyes.

"Come right," while the rope down again. We are about to get a stunning success, started down the stairs, leaning on his cane. What if we try to put two bags, one inside the other? Or a paper bag inside a plastic?

- What cloth bags? "Suggested Nessa.

-Stay away from broken glass, Tash-Zac said his niece. Yes, some bags fabric would be great, but I have none.

"Zachary" thought Nessa. When there was no longer to become Zachary Efron? When he looked at his niece and, despite his pain, he smiled, or had been before, in the parking lot of the beach, when he had been about to make it burn with a glance? Nessa

went upstairs and passed him. Was suddenly acutely aware that he had removed his shirt for almost an hour. Even from afar he had found it hard not to notice his smooth, tanned skin and hard muscles. Up close, it was impossible not to watch. He had only

a swimsuit loose, brightly colored, that he had fallen on the narrow hips. The muscles in his stomach looked like a washboard, and clammy skin glistened. The other tattoo on his bicep was a sea serpent, not a mermaid, as Nessa had thought at first.

"I have a bag," she said, and fled to the freshness of her apartment. He paused for breath, trembling. What was the man who made his heart beat twice as fast? Zachary Efron intrigued her: that I could not deny. And exuded sexuality and barely tamed wild I was getting constantly captivate. Yes, it was sexy. So what? It was gorgeous. Struggled to overcome a lot of serious problems, and that gave him a fascinating and tragic air. But those were the criteria we used to use it to decide whether or not to initiate a sexual relationship with a man.

The fact was that he would not sleep with him, he said firmly. Probably not, of course. He rolled his eyes in exasperation. "Probably not?

had to be a full moon that made her feel that way. Or, as his mother said, maybe the planets have aligned to form a strange combination that became increasingly reckless. Or maybe it was that, as she was approaching thirty, her body was changing and hormones released in quantities she could not safe to ignore.

Whatever the reason, mystical or scientific, it certainly did not lie with a stranger. What happened between them, would not occur until he had had the opportunity to learn more about the man. And he had the impression that when it came to know and was aware of his vast collection of physical and psychological problems, it would not be very difficult to stay away from him. He pulled out of the closet

their cloth bags and went out again. Zac was crouched on the sidewalk, trying to collect waste.

"Wait, Zachary. Do not pick the windows, "she said. I have work gloves and a shovel you can use to clean, did not dare to offer to do it instead. I knew he would refuse. I go for it. Here, take this.

threw the bags over the railing and grabbed him the little effort as she re-entered.

Zac looked at the message printed on the bags that had thrown Nessa and rolled her eyes. Of course, had to be something political. He shook his head, sat on the grass and began to put the food that was left intact in cloth bags.

- "Would not it be nice if education was fully funded and that the government had to organize a cake sale to buy a bomber? "he said, citing the message of the bags, when Nessa came back down the stairs.

She was wearing a plastic garbage bag, a pair of work gloves and something that looked suspiciously like a dog faeces collector. She gave him a sideways smile.

"Yes," he said. I knew you would.

"I would get happy in a long discussion about the ignorance of the average civilian about military spending, 'he said, but right now I do not want.

- What do you think if I do as not just call me ignorant and you do like I do not believe you're a stupid, militaristic? She replied too sweetness.

Zac had to laugh. His voice was deep and serious. I could hardly remember when was the last time I had laughed so. He was still smiling as he looked.

"I think it is fair," he said. And who knows ... you might mistake the two-Nessa smiled, but her smile was hesitant and suspicious. I have not thanked you for helping me this morning, "he added. I'm sorry I put ... Nessa

looked at him and waited for it to end the sentence. "Nasty? Nervous? "Angry? "Inopportune? Too sexy? He wondered what exactly was apologizing.

-Rude-ended he finally, and looked at Natasha.

The girl was lying on her back in the shade of a palm tree. I looked at the sky through his fingers extended and leaves singing a song improvised and probably unintelligible.

I do not know what to do, "agreed another lopsided grin. I do not know how to take care of a child y. .. He shrugged his shoulders. Even if I knew, psychologically I'm not at my best, you know?

"You're doing very well. "The look he gave her was full of good humor and disbelief.

"He had half an hour to my office and I almost lose it, changed his position, trying to get more comfortable, and made a little grimace as he felt pain in his leg. As we returned home, I said we had to establish a few rules, basic things, like let me know if I was going to leave the floor and play in the yard. I looked as if he were talking in French stopped and looked back at the girl. Sharon has not set any standard. He has let her go wherever and whenever you want. I'm not sure what I said has helped.

Joined leaning on his cane and wore a cloth bags filled to the hook and rope, avoiding the puddle of broken glass, wet cardboard and cranberry juice mixed with beer. "You

Give him time, "said Nessa Zacchary. Remember to live here without her mother must be so new and strange for her as for you.

He turned to look at her while holding the handles on the hook material.

- Do you know? "He said, people do not usually call me Zachary. I'm Zac. Years ago, I called and started up the stairs. Well, Sharon, my sister called me Zachary, but everyone else knows me by Zac, from my dive buddy for my CJ. - Looked at Nessa. It was still standing in the yard, watching without hiding. His work clothes in the garden was almost as dirty as yours, and several strands of her long dark hair had escaped from queue. How could he feel like an outcast soaked in sweat and she was so beautiful?

- Does your CJ? "She repeated.

Commander in Chief "he explained, and started cranking.

The stock market rose, and this time, reached the second floor. Nessa

clapped and Natasha went and did several flips in the grass to celebrate. Zac

stretched his arm over the railing, lifted the bag and left on the landing, at his side.
-Low
rope. I'll hook the left, "said Nessa.

The second came up with the same ease.

"Come on, Tash. Upload and help me keep all these things, "said Zac, and small ran up the stairs. He turned to look at Nessa. Then on to clean all that.

- You know, Zachary?, I have nothing better to do and I can ...

-Zac "interrupted he, not Zachary. And I'll clean it myself, not you.

- Do you mind if I call you Zach? I mean, after all, is your name ...

"Yes, I care. It is not my name. Zac is my name. I became Zac to join the SEALs, his voice became softer. Zachary is none. Zac

despaired when he heard a bloodcurdling scream.

rolled out of bed, fell to ground and groped for his gun before fully awake. But he had no gun hidden under his pillow, and bedside: the had kept all locked in the closet. It was not in the jungle on a dangerous mission, taking a nap before going into battle. He was in his room in San Felipe, California, and the noise he had gotten out of bed came from the powerful vocal of his niece five years, which supposedly was fast asleep on the couch in the living room. Zac

came stumbling into the wall and turned on the light. He picked up his stick, opened the door and walked down the hall toward the room area.

Natasha saw the light of his bedroom, dimly lit corridor. I was crying, sitting on the couch, between the rumpled sheets, his hair matted with sweat.

"Hey," Zac said, "what demo ...? What, Tash?
The girl did not answer. He kept crying. Zac sat next to her, but Natasha did not stop mourn.

- Do you want a hug or something? He asked and she shook her head and continued sobbing. Mmm, "said Zac, not knowing what to do or say. At that time, the doorbell rang. Want to go to open? She asked Natasha. She did not answer. So I guess I have to go to me, "he said, and drew back the bolt and opened the heavy wooden door.

Nessa was on the other side of the mosquito. He wore a white robe and her hair around her shoulders soil.

- Is everything OK?

"No, I'm not killing or torturing my niece," said Zac sharp tone, and closed the door. But then open it again and opened the screen door. Do not know where it happened to Tash switch on and off, right?

"This is very dark," Nessa said as she entered. Maybe you should run all the lights to see where he is. Zac

lit dome light ... and realized he was ahead of his niece and her neighbor wearing only underpants new, white, tight and skills he had bought during his second visit to the supermarket yesterday. Luckily had bought, or certainly would have been naked.

Whether by sudden clarity or to see him in his underwear, the case was left to mourn Natasha immediately. He was still sobbing and still had tears in her eyes, but her moan, like a siren, had ceased. Nessa

was stunned to see it, but decided to behave as if visiting a neighbor who was in his underwear was the most natural thing in the world. He sat on the sofa, next to Tasha, and gave him a hug. Zac apologized and returned to his room to put on shorts.

actually was not bad. Lucky O'Donlon, his diving partner and best friend in the SEALs unit, had bought at the Costa Azul a thong bathing that covered much less than those underpants. Although, of course, not dead he would have put that tiny piece.

He put on shorts and went into the living room.

"It must have been a horrible nightmare," she heard him Nessa said Tasha.

"I fell into a big black hole," said Tash with a voice, between hiccups and hiccups. And screaming, yelling and screaming and saw my mom up, but could not hear me. He looked like angry and left. And then the water began to rise and covered my head and I knew I was going to drown.

Zac began to curse under his breath. I was not sure how to alleviate the fear of abandonment Natasha, but would strive to make sure not to be afraid of the sea. He sat beside her on the couch and she climbed onto his lap. Zac felt her heart skipped a beat when her niece was around his neck with your arms.

"Tomorrow morning we will start your swimming lessons, right? "He rasped as he tried to hide the emotion that suddenly her throat.

Natasha nodded.

"When I awoke, it was very dark. And someone had turned off the TV.

-La turned off when I went to bed, "said Zac. She looked up at him. Her pink nose tip and face wet with tears.

"Mom always left on. So do not feel alone.

Nessa Zac looked over the red curls Tasha. Trying to restrain his tongue, but it was obvious he had something to say.

- Why do not you give a run to the latrine? "He asked Tasha. This nodded

and jumped to his knees.

"The toilet is the bathroom in a boat reported the girl Nessa wiping his runny nose with his hand. Before going to bed, Zac and I played at that we were on a pirate ship. He was the captain. Nessa

tried to hide her smile. So that was the origin of the strange sounds he had heard Zac's apartment at about eight.

"We have also played with the Russian princes," added the girl.

Zac blushed, her cheekbones prominent stained a delicate shade of pink.

"It's after two in the morning, Tash. Hurry. And wash your face and blow your nose as you go to the bathroom.

- "Rum, rum, rum, bottle of rum" intoned Nessa when she disappeared down the hall.

The color did not disappear, but Zac stared into her eyes.

"I am sentenced, right? "He said resignedly. You're going to make fun of me until the end of time. "Nessa smiled.

"I have the feeling of having a powerful weapon," he admitted, adding: "Your Majesty. Or do you let Natasha out for once the princess?

"Very funny.

"What would have to be a fly on the wall ...

-He has five years She tried to explain it, and ran a hand through his disheveled hair. I have no one toy at home. Or any book other than that I'm reading ... that are not very appropriate. I have not even paper and pencils to draw ... "She had gone too far with his jokes.

-No need to explain. The truth is that I find incredibly tender. Only it's ... surprising. You do not look very fancy.

Zac leaned forward.

"Look, Tash will return immediately. If there is something you want to hear us say no, you better say it now. Nessa

stood back in surprise. Zac did not seem particularly intuitive. In fact, always seemed self-absorbed and wrapped up in his wrath. But he was right. There was something I wanted to ask about the child.

"I was wondering if he said you talked to Natasha's where his mother now," he shook his head. Maybe you should.

He changed his position. It was obvious he was uncomfortable.

- How do you talk about things like alcoholism and addiction to a five year old girl?

"Surely she knows more about than you think," said Nessa easy.

"I suppose so," he said.

-may well feel a little less abandoned.

Zac looked at her and looked into her eyes. Even at that moment of quiet conversation and serious, when their eyes met, there was a powerful burst of desire. He slid his eyes to the open collar of his robe and she saw him look at what little we saw of her nightgown. It was a white nightgown, with a narrow wheel and draft of the same color.

Zac wanted to see the rest, Nessa understood by the expression of their longing eyes. Do you lead a disappointment if he knew that her nightgown was simple and practical? It was an ordinary garment, not sexy, made of lightweight cotton.

He returned to meet her eyes. No, not take a disappointment, because if he ever see her in her nightgown, Nessa would take place only three seconds before he removed it.

The bathroom door opened and Zac finally looked away when their small rifle went back into the living room.

"I'd better go," Nessa rose. No need to accompany me.

"I have hunger," said the girl. Zac stood up.

"Let's go to the kitchen to see what we find to eat," he turned to look at Nessa. I feel like I have woken up.

-Nessa It's all turned to the door.

"Hey, Tash said Zac, "she heard when she walked out the mosquito net," your mother told you where he went? Nessa

closed the door and returned to his apartment.
He took off his coat and went to bed, but could not sleep. I kept thinking about Zac Efron.

was funny: the fact that she knew he was capable of playing fantasy games with her niece made her blush, and instead opened the door in shorts without showing the slightest sign of shame. Although, of course, with a body like yours, what would be ashamed?

Anyway, the pants I wore were very small. The cotton knit set White left little to the imagination. And Nessa had a vivid imagination.

opened his eyes and wanted to avoid being influenced by it. Those were great games. I could try to imagine that did not bother him that Zac would have been truly professional soldier and Zac could pretend that he endured his physical limitations, he was psychologically healthy, not fight against depression and resorted to alcohol to dull her unhappiness. Nessa

lie face down and lit the lamp for your bedside table. I was wide awake, so I could read. It was better to be lying in the dark, dreaming of things that never happen. Zac

covered the sleeping child with a light blanket. Television emitting a flashing light and a soft murmur of voices. Tash had not fallen asleep until she had on, and Zac had realized that it was off.

went into the kitchen and poured two fingers of whiskey. The burning of alcohol and numbness sensation accompanying him were good. God needed him. Talk to Sharon Natasha's entry into a detoxification center was not fun. But if necessary. Nessa was right.

Tash had no idea where her mother was gone. He believed, in fact, that Sharon was in jail. I had heard snippets of conversations about the accident in which Sharon had been involved and believed that they had arrested someone run over. Zac

had explained that the driver of the car he had crashed his mother was wounded in the hospital, but was not dead. He did not elaborate on what would happen if he were to die: the girl did not need to hear that. But he said it was a detox center and why Sharon could not leave him to go visit, and Tash could go see it.

She had not seemed very satisfied to hear that, when out of the clinic, her mother did not drink again.

Zac shook his head. A skeptical of five years. "Where I was going to stop the world?
took the bottle and glass, crossed the living room and out into the dimly lit landing. The sterile atmosphere and monotonous that the air conditioning gave his floor always bothered him, especially this time of night. He breathed deeply of the salty, humid air, filling his lungs with the warm smell of the sea.

He sat on the steps and took another sip of whiskey. I wanted the liquor made him relax and sleep, to pass without feeling the long dark hours that remained until morning. He cursed to himself to think that it was almost three o'clock in the morning and there it was, wide awake. That night, lying in bed, he was convinced that fatigue would seize him and keep him asleep until the next day. Tasha had not had a nightmare at two.

He finished his glass and poured another cup.

Nessa door just made a noise when opened, but he heard in silence. Still, did not move when she came out, or say anything until he was standing by the railing, watching him.

- How long ago did your dog? He asked quietly not to wake the neighbors.

She was very quiet for a few seconds. At last he laughed softly and sat beside him on the stairs.

"About eight months," he said. His voice sounded velvety darkness. How did you know that dog?

"I'm a good guess," he murmured.

"No, seriously ... Tell me.

"For the collector who left me to clean up yard waste," he replied. And your car was ... how could I put it delicately?, Uh, some dog perfume.

He called Zu. I had like a million years to be a bitch. Gave me when I was eight.

- Zu? Zac asked.

"Yes, Zu-gave her. He was a diminutive of Zuzu. The girl named after a movie ...

"What a Wonderful Life," he said. Nessa looked at him with surprise.

- Have you seen?

He shrugged.

- Have not seen the whole world?

"Probably. But hardly anyone remembers the name of the infant daughter of George Bailey.

"It's one of my favorite" Zac looked at her askance. I like surprises you, eh? All scenes of war are secondary.

"I have not said that ...

"But you were thinking," Zac took another sip of his drink.

was whiskey. Nessa noticed the pungent odor from where she sat.

-Sorry about your dog.

"Thank you Nessa. Knees surrounded himself with his arms. I still miss her.

"It's too early to have another, eh? "He said. She nodded. What race was it? No, let me guess, moved slightly to her. Nessa noticed that he watched in the dark, as if I could help you to see the response.

She kept her eyes closed. Suddenly look fear in the face. Why had he come from? Was not usual to tempt their fate and sit there in the dark and feet of the man, was sought problems.

-spaniel mix labrador and Zac said finally, and she looked up. "You

half right, although I really only had some cocker spaniel. Sometimes I felt that it was also partly a golden retriever "He paused. How do you know it was mixed?

He lowered his eyebrows with an expression of mock disbelief.

"As if you were to adopt a dog that was not in the kennel. And surely about to be sacrificed, right?

She had to smile.

"Okay, you guessed it is perfectly clear that I am. Since there is no mystery in our relationship ...

"Not at all. There is one last thing I need to clarify.

Zac smiled in the dark. He was flirting with her, allowing a casual conversation and seductive. Nessa would have been surprised if it did not already know that Zachary Efron was full of surprises.

- What are you still up? He asked.

"I could ask you the questions," she said.

"I am recovering from my conversation with Tasha, looked at his drink and good humor dissipated immediately. I'm not sure there helped. It is quite skeptical in regard to his mother laughed, but there was no joy in his voice. And rightly so.

Nessa looked Zac floor. He saw the glow of the television through a hole in the curtains.

"It'll be awake, right? "He sighed and shook his head. He needs

-TV is set to sleep. I wish I could find a simple solution for insomnia. Nessa

looked at the cup in his hand.

"I do not think that. Zac

said nothing, just looked at her. Nessa did not say a word. She missed no sermons, no reproaches made, or give lessons. But after a few seconds, seeing that he did not respond, he got up.

"Goodnight said.

He did not want to leave. Interestingly, the night did not seem so overwhelming if it was close. But did not know what to say to him to stay. He could have said it was not like Sharon, he could stop drinking whenever I wanted, but would like the statement of an alcoholic.

I could have said he had enough will to stop ... but, at the time, had no strength to face the fact that the Navy had dispensed with him.

said nothing, however, and she entered the house quietly and closed the door. Zac
And poured himself another drink.

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Zac was about to open the bathroom door, but on second thought, he stopped and was first put a towel around his waist. She heard the TV in the room to be when, leaning on his cane, entered his room and shut the door.
A girl. What the hell would he do with a girl for six weeks?

threw the stick on the unmade bed and rubbed his hair wet with a towel. I had a tight schedule, of course. probably could make space for Natasha from Good Morning America and David Letterman late-night.

Still, young children require some attention, as food at regular intervals, occasional baths and a good night's sleep that does not begin at four in the morning and lasted until well past noon. Zac could barely meet those needs for himself and could hardly take care of another person.

Holding onto the good leg, reached into his knapsack, which had not yet broken, looking for clean underwear. Nothing.

been years since I cooked. Her domestic skills were reduced to know which products cleaning were flammable when combined with others.

He went to the dresser and found only a silk underwear that a friend had bought some time. She put on her swimsuit.

In your fridge there was nothing to eat, apart from a lemon and a pack of six bottles of Mexican beer. His cabinet contained only salt and pepper pots and a flask solidified old tabasco sauce.

The other bedroom of his apartment was almost as empty as their lockers. I had no furniture, just several rows of boxes stacked neatly along one wall. Tasha would have to sleep on the couch until I got a bed and furniture you may need a five year old girl.

Zac wore a clean shirt and threw the clothes he had removed the huge and ever growing pile of dirty clothes in the corner of the room, some of which dated from the last time I had been there for more than five years. Even the cleaning lady who had gone the evening before had dared to touch. He had thrown

rehabilitation center before the day of casting. He had arrived the previous day with two bags of belongings and a large rucksack full of dirty clothes. Would have to find a way to lower the laundry to the laundry first floor ... wash and clean up.

But first I had to do was to ensure that its collection of weapons was well saved. Zac did not know much about children of five years, but one thing was certain: it made good friends with guns.

quickly combed his hair, picked up his wooden cane and followed the noise of the TV. When kept his private arsenal, Tasha and he would go down to the corner store to buy food y. ..

The TV screen turned a row of topless dancers. Zac lunged for the remote control. Damn! Your cable TV channel had to include some adult Playboy channel or something. Frankly, I did.

"Well, Tash. I have to program the TV and remove that channel remote control, "he said turning to the couch to watch it.
But she was not sitting on the couch.

His living room was small and a glance was enough to ensure that the girl was not there. Heavens, what a relief. It limped into the kitchen. But Natasha was not there, and relief began to become concerned.

- Natasha? -Ran as fast as he could the small hallway leading to bedrooms and bathroom. He looked and looked again, and even cast a look under his bed and two closets.

The girl was gone.

knee gave him a shot when he returned to jumping into the living room and out the screen door.

Natasha was not in the second-floor landing, or saw it anywhere in the yard. Vanessa Hudgens Zac saw that was working in her garden, crouching between an explosion of flowers, with a soft and ridiculous hat on his head.

- Eh!

She looked up, startled, not knowing whence this voice.

- Up here!

Nessa was too far away to distinguish what Zac shade of brown or green were at that moment her eyes. But they were great, anyway. His surprise soon became suspicious. Zac noticed a patch of sweat in the form of V in the neck and the bosom of his shirt. His face glistened in the sun in the morning, and she wiped his forehead with his arm, which left the skin on a speck of dust.

- Have you seen Natasha? You know, the red-haired girl. Have you lost? Nessa

rinsed his hands in a bucket of water and stood up.

-No ... and I have not moved from here since it went up. Zac

swore and walked up the stairs on the other side of the complex, past the door of your floor.

- What happened? -Nessa went upstairs and caught him without effort.

"I left the shower and was not," he said curtly, trying to move as fast as he could.

Damn, did not want to face that. The morning sun had risen in the sky and its brightness even made her head throb painfully, as every step. It was true that living with him would not be just a party, but for the love of God, why she had no escape. Then I saw

. Bright and deceptively

pure, irresistible blue Pacific Ocean sparkled and danced in the distance. The beach was a few blocks away. Maybe the girl was like him and had salt water in his veins. Perhaps he had seen the ocean and headed toward the beach. May not have escaped. Perhaps only aims to explore a bit. Or perhaps he was putting to the test, to see how far I could go and if I could push the limits of their authority.

- Do you think you have gone away? Want to go for my car? Nessa asked.

Zac turned to look at it and realized that followed. I did not want his help, but, damn, I needed it. If I wanted to quickly find Tasha, four eyes were better than two. And a car was much better than a shattered knee and a cane if it was as soon as possible to get somewhere.

"Yes, bring your car," he said sulkily. I want to see if you are on the beach.

Nessa nodded and ran. Had stopped the car next to the stairs leading to the parking lot before he reached the top rung. He reached over the seat and opened the passenger door of his small car. Zac knew he would not fit inside. He went anyway, bending the knee more than it should. The pain and nausea that accompanied it always took him. He began to curse violence, repeating a litany and dry, a secular mantra designed to restore calm.

Looking up Nessaa saw that he was watching his face carefully expressionless.

-Boot "she said, her voice sounded harsh even to him. Come on. I do not know if the child can swim.

She got the first and the car started with a jolt. Nessa took the route that could have followed the child if, in fact, had gone to the beach. Meanwhile, Zac searched the crowded sidewalks. What exactly the girl wearing clothes? A white shirt with a picture of ... balloons? Or were they flowers? Shorts and a bright color. Or was a skirt? Was it green or blue? Not remember, so I decided to look at heads redheads.

- Do you see anywhere? Nessa asked. Want to slow down?

"No," said Zac. Let's first make sure the beach is not there. Then we can go more slowly.

"Yes, sir - Nessa stepped on the accelerator and risked taking a look at Zachary. He did not seem to have noticed your reply. He clung to the handle that was on the passenger window with such force that his knuckles were white. The muscles of his jaw were equally tight, and staring out the window, looking any trace of the girl among the summer crowds on the street. Nessa

back at him and noticed that he had shaved. Seemed slightly less dangerous without the beard ... but only slightly. It had hurt to get into the car and Nessa understood by the pallor of his face was still aching knee.
He, however, did not complain. Apart from his first string of curses, had not said a word about it. Finding her niece was before her pain. It was clear that a priority for him, since, by finding Natasha, had reached a temporary truce with her and accepted his offer of help. Nessa had

put the indicator to turn left into the parking lot of the beach when Zachary finally spoke again.

- There he is! With a child. At two o'clock ...

- Where? - Nessa halted, undecided.

- Stop the car! Zachary

Nessa opened the door and stepped on the brake, still fearing to jump up. Then he saw Natasha. The small car was on the verge of sitting atop a picnic table, looking very seriously at a young African American, very tall, standing before her. Something in the way of bringing baggy jeans and low waist was familiar. The boy turned and saw her Nessa face. "It's

Thomas King," he said. The guy who is with her. I know.

But Zachary was out of the car and advanced toward the girl as quickly as he allowed his limp and cane. There was no place to park. Nessa looked out the windshield as the former Navy lieutenant approached his niece, rising abruptly from the table and left on the ground behind him. He could not hear what he said, but felt that it was a cordial greeting. He saw that Thomas gave a start and turned to hostility to Zachary. He put his emergency lights, left the car where he was, amid the car park, jumped out and ran toward them.
came
in time to hear that Thomas said

-Lift your hand to that child and clean the street with your face.

blue eyes Zachary Efron, who seemed cold and menacing when he was fleeing Nessa, changed suddenly. Something was transformed.

- What are you talking about? I'm not going to beat him, seemed incredulous, as if it never would have thought such a thing.

"Then why did you scream like you're at it? Thomas King was nearly the height of Zachary, but the former SEAL had at least twenty kilos of muscle more than he. Still, the teen did not flinch. Her dark eyes glittered, closed, and her lips were tight.

"I'm not ...

'Yes,' said Thomas. Began to imitate him. What the hell are you doing here? Who gave you permission ...?» I thought it was going to paste ... and she.

Zac turned to look at Natasha. The girl was hiding under the table and looked at him with wide eyes.

-Tash, Did you think ...?

course I thought. Zac noticed in his eyes, cowering in their air. He suddenly felt sick. He crouched down beside the table as best she could.

-Natasha, do you stick your mother when you get angry? "Sharon could not believe that was so kind, could hurt a helpless child, but alcohol could upset even the most tender spirits.

The girl shook her head.

-Mom, "he said softly. But Dwayne hit me once and I was bleeding from his lip. Mom cried and then we moved. Luckily

Sharon had had enough common sense. And Dwayne to go to hell, whoever he was. What kind of monster hit a five year old girl?
What kind of monster was scared to death shouting, as he had done it? Zac
sat down heavily on the table and looked at Nessa. She had a soft look, as if somehow you had read my mind.

"Sorry, Tash," said Zac as he rubbed his sore eyes glassy. I did not want to scare you.

- Is this your friend? Nessa asked the black boy, whose tone implied that in the future should be more selective in choosing their friends.

-Live at 2 ° C, said Nessa. It is the mysterious neighbor, Lt. Zachary Efron-directed his next words to Zac -. This is Thomas King. Former student of mine. Live at 1 ° N, with his sister and his nephews.

Student "yours? That meant he was Professor Zachary Efron. Why, in his time Teachers have been so, he would have been much happier at school.

She looked at him with reluctance, like a time bomb ready to explode at any moment.

-A lieutenant Thomas repeated. Is it the cops?

Zac Nessa looked away and looked at him.

"No, I'm a cop," he said. I'm in the Navy ... "He stopped, shook his head and closed his eyes for a moment. Was in the Navy.

Thomas had crossed their arms by the way, putting his hands under them to understand that Zac did not intend to shake his hand.

The lieutenant was a SEAL, "said Nessa. It is a special operations ...

"I know what are the SEALs," interrupted the boy. He turned to throw a glance Zac cynical and bored. One of those crazy people who crash their boats of rubber on the rocks alongside the Hotel Coronado. Do you have you ever?

Zac Nessa noticed that I was looking back. Damn, how beautiful she was. And every time I looked, every time their eyes met, Zac felt sexual attraction between them almost palpable. Was funny. With the possible exception of her exotic face and body model slim and athletic, especially in that exasperated wife. Did not want a nosy neighbor interfere in his life. He did not need a good Samaritan will always remember your limitations. He did not need a disgustingly cheerful girl, fond of flowers, militarist, fresh and that would not be intimidated by it.
But every time I looked at her brown eyes, I felt an undeniable rush of physical attraction. Intellectually, you may just want to hide it, but physically ...

Apparently, his body had other ideas. And among them was the moonlight shining on the smooth tanned skin, and long dark hair and falling over the face, chest and lower. Zac

did outline a half-smile and wondered if it could also Nessa read his mind at that time. He could not look away from her, not even to answer the question of Thomas.

"His name landed in rocky," he said, and yes, I've done in training. Nessa

not flushed. He kept his eyes on him. He just hold his gaze, slightly lifting one of his alien eyebrows.

Zac had the impression that, in fact, knew exactly what he was thinking. "When hell freezes." She had come to utter those words the night before, but still rang in his head as clearly as if he had said.

And it was lucky. She felt an attraction for sexually pure and stark, but Nessa was not such women. Not imagined lying on her bed and then dodging before dawn, without either saying a word and just shared an intense sexual pleasure. No, once you get into your bed, never leave. Seemed to have the word "bride" written all over his body, and that was the last thing he needed. That woman would fill her apartment with flowers from your garden, talk a blue streak and leave him little notes with pictures of smiling faces. We require tender kisses, a clean bathroom, intimate confessions and a sincere interest in his life.
What interested him was his life when he could not even show and
less enthusiasm for their own?

But he was rushing. I was assuming that no work would cost her into bed. And it may well have been five years ago, but it was not exactly a bargain. It was impossible for a girl like Nessa would pay a man who could barely walk.
"When hell freezes." Zac looked at the dazzling blue ocean and felt its glow made her eyes burn.

- What does a SEAL with a girl who can not swim? Asked Thomas. The anger had largely disappeared from the eyes of a teenager, leaving behind his cynical contempt and weariness seem very old which made him look bigger than it was. Scars on his face. One of them split into two one of his eyebrows. Another marked one of her high cheekbones and prominent. Those scars, coupled with the fact that he had broken his nose more than once, gave him a further eroding tanning youth. But except for some expressions, not speaking the lingo of the street. He had no recognizable accent, and Zac was asked whether he would have tried to erase as much as that particular bond with her parents and her past.

-Natasha is the niece of Lieutenant, "said Nessa. Going to stay with him a weeks. Has arrived today.

-De Mars, right? Thomas looked under the table and grimaced at Natasha. She giggled.

-Thomas thinks I'm from Mars because I knew what it was that water-Natasha left crawling under the table upside down. The sand clung to clothing and Zac realized it was wet.

"It is impossible that a girl has not seen the sea, unless it is Mars," Thomas said. Not even seem to know that young children should not get themselves in the water. Nessa

noted that a host of emotions crossed his face Zachary Efron. Lifeguard flag indicating a strong surf and dangerous currents. Nessa saw that he looked at Thomas and noticed that the boy's jeans were wet to the knees.

"The water you get," he said, his voice sounded deceptively calm down.

Thomas did not give importance to the issue. "I

I have a niece of five years. "He struggled Zachary leaning on his cane. He shook hands with Thomas.

"Thanks, man. Sorry about before. I am ... novice at this for the kids. Nessa
gasped. Thomas knew well and if he had come to the conclusion that Zachary Efron was the enemy, he would never hand.

But Thomas hesitated only a moment before straits.

Again, a flurry of emotions vibrated in Zachary's eyes, and again tried to hide. Relief. Gratitude. Pena. Always

pain and shame forever. But this expression disappeared almost instantly. When Zac Efron was determined to hide their emotions, get it, neatly hiding behind the anger, always present, that boiled within him. I could use that anger to hide everything perfectly: everything except the powerful sexual attraction for her. That it exhibited with neon lights and advertisements of a million dollars a minute.

The night before, when he had said he wanted to share his bed, Nessa had believed that only wanted to scare her. But it was completely wrong. His way of looking at a few minutes before had left her stunned.

And the truth was, it seems stupid that the idea of \u200b\u200bmaintaining a physical relationship with this man did not flee to his apartment at full speed and take the heavy bolt that had been installed in the door. I could not understand why.

Lt. Zachary Efron was flesh and blood version of Gey-permanganate, probably was a male, was drinking at noon as a diary day was still a mess and apparently dragged infinite bitterness. And yet, for some strange reason, Nessa had no trouble imagining him going hand in your room to melt together on the bed.

That had nothing to do with his handsome face and hard features, and with his muscular body and irresistibly chunky. Well, yeah, okay. I was not being completely honest with herself. Something had to see. It was true: he had noticed that the man should occupy three pages of a calendar dedicated to the hunk of the month. And he had set over and over again.

But rather than trying to remain indifferent, were the tenderness of his eyes when he spoke to Natasha, and his painful attempts the little smile that was irresistible. The tenderness was his weakness, and suspected that under her shell of bitterness and anger, and even though sometimes it was foul-mouthed and rude, the man had a very tender spirit.

"Let's make a deal on the beach," said Zac to her niece. You can not come down here no more, no never, never get into the water alone.

"So says Thomas," said Tasha. I said 'ahodaría. "

-Thomas is right, "said Zac.

- What is "ahodarse"? Asked the girl.

-Drowning-pointed him. Have you ever tried to breathe underwater?

Tash shook his head and his red curls rioted.

"I do not try. People can not breathe underwater. Only fish can. And you do not look like a fish.

She laughed, but he insisted.

- What is "ahodarse"? Nessa

crossed his arms and wondered if Zac again attempt to evade the question or if you launch to discuss the issue of death with Natasha.

"Well," he said slowly, "if someone gets in the water and not swim, or is injured, or the waves are very large, water can clog the head. And then you can not breathe. Usually, nothing happens when water you cover your head. Hold your breath. And then come out to the surface and take out the nose and mouth and go back to breathing. But as I said, a person can not swim, or to give you a leg cramp, or that the sea is very rough, and can not come up for air. And if there is no air and can not breathe, you die. Drowns. People need to breathe air to live.

Natasha looked at her uncle without blinking, head slightly tilted.

"I can not swim," he said at last.

"Then I'll show Zac replied without hesitation. Everyone should know how to swim. But even know how to swim, you can not get you one in the water. Even the swim SEAL alone. We have some friends, co-dive, watch us and we monitor. During the next few weeks, you and me, Natasha, we will be partners of diving, right?

"I'm going, Miss H. I do not want to be late for work. Nessa

turned to Thomas, glad that his dream had been broken. I was standing there like an idiot, looking at Zac Efron mesmerized by his conversation with the girl.

"Watch," he said.

"I always do. Natasha

knelt in the sand and began to push an old lollipop stick like a car. Thomas bent down and ruffled his hair.

-bye, Marcianita-Zac greeted with a nod. Lieutenant. The SEAL rose from the bench.

"Call me Zac. And thanks again. Thomas nodded again and left.

-Work part-time as a security guard in college, "said Zac Nessa. So as a listener can attend classes in their free time ... but do not actually have free time, it also works full time as assistant to a landscape of Coronado.

He was back at her with blue eyes narrowed and this time, impossible to read. She had not told him he could call Zac. Perhaps they were things of men. Perhaps SEAL had banned women called by their nickname. Or maybe it was something more personal. Zachary Efron may not want to be your friend. That was, of course, which had intimated the night before. Nessa

looked at his car, still in the middle of the park.

"Well," he said. He felt strangely embarrassed. No trouble facing the man when he behaved like a brute. But when he looked well, with no other expression than the faintest glow of perpetual anger, he felt bewildered and nervous as a schoolgirl in love with someone who does not share.

"I'm glad we ... you have found Natasha, she looked again the car, more to escape the scrutiny of Zac that for sure it was still there. "I can take you back to the floor?

Zac shook his head.

"No, thanks.

"I can adjust the seat to see if they're more comfortable ...

-No. We have to go shopping.

"But Natasha is all wet.

-dry. Also, I will either do a little exercise.
Exercised? Was he kidding?

"What would be good would spend a week or two in bed.

Suddenly, he seemed to come alive and her mouth twisted into a half smile full of sarcasm. Her eyes shone with passion and his voice became more serious when he bent to speak directly to the ear.

- Are you offering to stay in bed all the time? I knew that sooner or later change your mind.

really only had to put that nervous and irritable. Nessa refused to let them see how much he had exasperated comment. She moved a little closer to him, looked up and rested a moment to look in his mouth before meeting his eyes. I wanted to embarrass, shame before launching his attack.

But not launch any attack when I looked into his eyes. Zac shrewd smile had faded, and behind it had only been the desire to increase them again and again, exponentially, as they stared into his eyes, and handed over to Nessa to burn his soul. She knew that Zac in his eyes more than the mere reflection of his own desire, and knew without doubt that had been exposed too. That fire that burned between them did not come only from him.

The sun beat down on them and Nessa felt a dry mouth. Tried to swallow, wet your lips dry off. But I could not move. Zac

reached out slowly. She sensed, was going to play it, was to clasp against the hard muscles grab his chest and his mouth in a warm kiss, overwhelming, full of power. Zac

But only slightly touched. Fingers traced the trail of a drop of sweat that had slipped under his ear, her neck and collarbone before disappearing under the collar of the shirt. He touched her gently with one finger, but in many ways that contact was much more sensual, more intimate than a kiss.

The world seemed to spin around and Nessa was about to stretch out their arms. But luckily sanity took hold of her and stepped back.

-When you change your mind, "he said in a voice barely higher than a whisper, it will be cold in July.

He turned, though his legs were shaking terribly, and returned to his car. Zac made no attempt to follow it, but when mounted on the car and drove away, Nessa was in the rearview mirror that was watching her.

Did I believe? He had his doubts. Was not even sure it had managed to convince herself.

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"It's a big favor," said his sister. The voice broke. "Look, I'm very close to home. I to stop by there, right? See you at the yard in three minutes. I've broken and I walk with crutches. I can not climb stairs.
Zac hung up before I had time to answer.

Sharon had broken his foot. Perfect. Why would people with bad luck had it all? Zac is back in bed, hung up, grabbed his cane and limped to the bathroom.

three minutes. Gave him no time to shower, but urgently needed a shower. He opened the cold water basin and put his head under the tap. He drank and let the water run down her face.

had not wanted to finish the bottle of whiskey the night before. During the more than five years he spent entering and out of hospital and rehabilitation center, did not take more than a drink or two occasionally. Even before getting hurt, trying not to drink too much. Some guys went out at night and drank massive amounts of beer and whiskey, enough to charter a boat. But Zac rarely drank. I did not want to be like his father and sister, and knew enough about the topic to be clear that alcoholism could be inherited.

What had happened that night? I thought a drink more. Just that. One more to calm the nerves. One more to soften the blow of higher in the physiotherapy center. But the cup had become two.

then had to think of Vanessa Hudgens, of which only a wall separated him very fine, and those two glasses had become three. He heard the sound of the stereo Vanessa. I was listening to Bonnie Raitt. Occasionally sang and clear soprano voice overlapping with the husky deep voice and Bonnie.

After the third cup, Zac had lost count.

kept hearing the laughter of Vanessa, sounding like an echo in his head, his way of laughing at him just before entering his apartment. That laughter was rich in symbolism. He came to say that hell would freeze before deigning even to rethink it.

But that was fine. It was just what he wanted. No?
"Yes." Zac turned to wet your face while trying to convince himself that it was. I did not want to have around a neighbor to look at him with pity when limping up and down the stairs. He did not need anyone to suggest to move to a filthy floor of the floor, like a kind of invalid. He did not need speeches laden with moralizing about whether the war was not good for children and other living things. If anyone knew it was him.

had been to places where bombs raged. And, yes, the bombs were military targets. But that does not mean that if a deviated, not burst. While falling into a house, a church or a school operated. The pumps had no conscience, no remorse. Fell. Burst. Destroyed and killed. And more to strive for those who aim well launched, always dying civilians.

But if a SEAL team was sent before it became necessary to air attack, it was possible that these SEAL getting much more with fewer casualties. A team of seven men, including Alfa Brigade, could infiltrate enemy territory and dismantle its entire communications system. Or he could kidnap the enemy's military leader, thus ensuring chaos on the opposing side and possibly reopening of negotiations and peace talks. However, due to the high command was not fully aware of the potential of SEAL, are too often resorted to them when it was too late.

And people died. Children died. Zac

brushed his teeth and drank more water. He wiped his face and came limping into the bedroom. Sought his sunglasses in vain, took out his checkbook, put a clean shirt and went out, wincing when he saw the bright sunlight.

The woman in the courtyard began to mourn.

Surprised, Nessa looked up from his garden. He had seen the woman enter: was blonde, had an air battered and torn, had crutches and clumsily dragged a suitcase. The girl was a redhead, very small and scared. Nessa

followed the look of the weeping women and saw the lieutenant Zachary painfully down the stairs. He looked horrible. His skin was sallow tone and squinted as if the bright blue California sky and bright sunshine made him dust. He had not shaved and the shadow of the beard began to grow into that seems to just get out of a park bench. His shirt looked clean, but he wore the same shorts that the night before. It was obvious that he had slept with them. And also Eve had taken another drink, and probably more than one later. Super

. Nessa is forced to look again at the flowers that was clearing weeds. He had convinced without a shadow of doubt that Lt. Zachary Efron was not a man who wanted to have as a friend. Was rude and bitter, and possibly violent. And now I also knew Nessa also drank too much.

No, from that moment completely ignore the 2 ° C. As if the owner would continue to travel.

blond woman dropped the crutches and put his arms around the neck of Zachary.

"Sorry," he said over and over again. Sorry.

The SEAL led to the bank that was right in front of the garden plot Nessa. His voice was heard clearly from across the patio. Nessa could not help hearing it, but tried with all his might to focus on their stuff.

-Begin at the beginning, "he said as he grabbed the woman's hands. Tell me what happened, Sharon. From the beginning.

"I had a car accident," said the blonde, Sharon, and began to mourn again.

- When? Zachary asked patiently.

-day before yesterday.

- And you broke your foot? - She nodded.

"Yes.

- Did someone else get hurt?
She
voice trembled.

"The other driver still in the hospital. If he dies, I will be accused of manslaughter. Zachary

cursed.

-Shar, if you die, will die. That's worse than you accuse you, do not you think?

She lowered her head and nodded. "You had drunk

, was not a question, but she nodded again. Driving under the influence of alcohol. Drunk.

A shadow fell on the flowers and looking up, saw before her Nessa the red-haired girl.

"Hello," said Nessa.

The girl was around five years. Had a amazing sandy hair that curled in a feral mane around her round face, covered in freckles. His eyes were the same pure and dark blue that Zachary Efron.

had to be his daughter. Nessa looked back at the blonde. That meant that Sharon was ... His wife? Does your ex wife? Does your girlfriend? In any case, does it matter? What else did it if Zachary Efron had a dozen wives?

The red-haired girl said

"At home I have a garden. In the old field.

- What's that old field? Nessa asked with a smile. Young children were so amazing ...

"In Russia," said the girl, seriously. My real dad is a Russian prince. So its true

dad, huh? Nessa could not complain that the brood had invented a fictitious family. With a mother who was driving under the influence of alcohol and a father who did not walk very far ... Nessa fully understand the advantages to imagine a world in which to escape, a world full of castles, princes and beautiful gardens.

- Can you help me clean the flowers? He asked.

The girl looked at her mother.

"The fact is that I have no choice," said a tearful Sharon Zachary. If voluntary income in the detoxification program, earn points with the judge handling my case. But I have to find a place to leave Natasha.

"Impossible," the lieutenant said, shaking his head.

"Sorry. I can not take her.

Zachary raised his voice.

- What do I know about taking care of a little girl?

"It's very quiet," said Sharon in a pleading tone. Do not disturb.

I do not want to stay with her, "Zachary lowered his voice, but still clearly heard her Nessa. And the girl, Natasha, too.

Ness broke his heart for the girl. What a horrible thing to hear: that his father did not want to be with her.

"I'ma teacher," said the girl with the hope that he did not hear the rest of the tense conversation of his parents. Teach older children. A high school kids.

Natasha nodded. He looked very focused as Nessa and was imitated gently pulling weeds from the soft earth of the garden.

"It's supposed that I have to enter rehab in an hour," Sharon said. If not you stay with it, the state will pay for their protection. You will be taken to a shelter, Zac.

"There's a man who works for my father, the Prince," said Natasha to Nessa, as she tried desperately not to hear the other conversation, and only plant flowers. It only makes the whole day. Red flowers like these. And yellow flowers.

Nessa Efron Zachary heard cursing across the patio. Her voice was low and did not make out her words, but it was clear he was reaching for his full repertoire of marine outbursts. He was not angry with Sharon, his words were not directed at her but rather the clear skies of California that stretched over them.

"My favorites are the blue," said Nessa at Natas-ha. Called Report. You have to get up very early to see them, because it close at all during the day.

Natasha nodded, still very serious. "Because

sunlight gives them a headache.

- Natasha!

Little looked up at the voice of his mother. Nessa also watched ... and found the dark blue eyes Zachary Efron. Quickly dropped his gaze, lest he noticed the expression of reproach which had no doubt in his eyes. How could reject her own child? What kind of man could say he did not want his little home?

"You'll stay here with Zac, a few days," Sharon said her daughter with a look shaky. He had given

. The former special operations lieutenant had his arm twisted. Nessa did not know whether to rejoice or worry about the small. The girl needed a lot more things that this man could give. Nessa risked looking up again and found disturbingly blue eyes remained fixed on her.

"What fun, right? Sharon asked Natasha, hopefully.

The little girl thought the question carefully.

"No," he said finally. Zachary Efron

laughed. Nessa did not believe him capable, but the truth was that he smiled and let out a snort of laughter that quickly hid a cough. When he looked up, not smiling, but have sworn Nessaa I had a funny look.

"I leave with you," said Natasha to her mother with a note of anxiety in his voice. Why I can not go with you?

Sharon lip trembled like a child.

"Because you can not," he said weakly. Not this time.

The girl looked at Zac and again quickly set eyes on her mother.

- Did you know?

"Yes," Sharon said, of course I know. It's your Uncle Zac, do you remember him? It's in the Marina ... But she shook her head.

"I am the brother of your mother," said Zac.

His brother. Zac was the brother of Sharon, not her husband. Nessa did not feel anything when he heard that news. He resisted relief. Refused to feel anything. Followed by removing the weeds from his garden as if he had not heard what they said.

Natasha looked at her mother.

- Will you be back? He asked with a small voice. Nessa

closed his eyes. Yes I felt something. I felt sorry for the girl. She could feel her fear and pain. Also sorry for his mother. And I felt something for Zachary Efron, blue-eyed man. However, it was unable to define what I felt for him.

"I always come back," said Sharon, and again lie to mourn as he hugged the girl. No? -Natasha then quickly departed. I have to go. Be nice. I love you turned to Zac. The detoxification center address is in the bag.

Zac nodded and with a screech of his crutches, Sharon rode away. Natasha

stared blankly at his mother until he lost sight of. Then, tightening her lips slightly, she turned to look at Zac. Nessa also looked at, but this time he kept his eyes on the girl. His eyes had lost the expression of joy and there were only sadness and compassion.

All his anger was gone. All the rage that seemed infinitely burn within him had gone for some time. Her blue eyes were no longer freezing. Rather, it seemed almost warm. His features worked to chisel also seemed softer, as if trying to smile at Natasha. Maybe I do not want to stay at home, he had said, but now that was there seemed to be willing to make all efforts to make things easier. Nessa

looked at the girl and saw that his eyes filled with tears. Tried with all his might not mourn, but finally got away a tear rolled down her cheeks. Wiped it furiously while trying not to cry.

"I know you do not remember me," said Natasha Zac incredibly soft voice. But we met five years ago. The January 4. Natasha

almost stopped breathing.

"That day is my birthday," he said, looking from the other side of the courtyard.

forced Zac's smile turned genuine.

"I know," he said. I was going to take your mother to the hospital y. .. "He stopped and looked at more closely. Want a hug? He asked. Because I could really use one right now, and I would greatly appreciate that you gave me. Natasha

weighed his words and then nodded. He walked slowly him.

"But you'd better hold your breath," said Zac lazy tone. I think I smell bad.

She nodded again and sat down carefully on his knees. Nessa tried not to look, but it was almost impossible to look away from the big man whose arms wrapped the little hesitantly, as if afraid of breaking it. However, when Natasha and he raised his arms tightly around his neck, Zac closed his eyes and pressed together. Nessa

had believed that he had only asked for a hug for the sake of the girl, but then hesitated. With anger and bitterness that caused his leg injury, he might did long Zachary Efron not allow anyone to approach him to give warmth and comfort of a hug. And everyone needed warmth and comfort, even professional soldiers, hard and chunky. Nessa

looked away and tried to concentrate on weeding of the last row of flowers. But he could not help hearing that Natasha said:

-not stink. You smell like mom ... when she awakens.

Zac did not seem to like that comparison.

-Super-whispered.

"Mom is very grumpy in the morning," said Natasha. Do you?

-Lately I seem to be grumpy all the time, "he admitted.

Natasha was silent a moment, thinking that.

"Then put the TV too short to not bother you.

Zac laughed again. Still, that drew laughter Nessa look at her face. When he smiled, was transformed. Despite the pallor of his skin, that began to grow beards and unruly hair, he was so handsome that breathless.

"Probably a good idea," he said. Natasha got off his lap.

"I have not ever seen," he said.

"Sure," said Zac. He shifted uncomfortably. So Natasha light weight was too much for his knee injury, and moved the girl put it on the good leg. When we met, you were still in the belly of your mother. Decide you wanted to be born and did not want to wait. You wanted to come into the world in the front seat of my truck.

- Really? "Natasha was fascinated. Zac nodded.

"Really. You left before the ambulance arrived. You had such a hurry that I had to grab and hold you in arms so not to go out running down the street.

-Infants can not run, "said little. "Maybe

normal babies, no," said Zac. But you went out dancing the tango, smoking a cigarette and cried the whole world. Ay, how screaming.

Natasha giggled.

- Really?

"Seriously," said Zac. The tango and the cigarette is not true, but what it screams when. Come on, "he added, lifting their knees. Grab your suitcase, I'll show you my house. You can ... something ... while I shower. Because I urgently need a shower.

Natasha tried to lift the suitcase, but it was too heavy for her. He tried to drag after his uncle, but could not raise it up the stairs. Zac turned to see what he was doing and stopped.

"Better that I take," he said. But as he spoke, his face changed. The anger came back. The anger and frustration. Nessa

knew almost instantly that Zachary Efron could not Natasha's suitcase up the stairs. With one hand on the stick and the other resting on the iron railing, it would not do it.

Nessa got up and dusted his hands. Whatever he did, it would be humiliating for him. And, like all the painful things, surely it was better to do as soon as possible and get it over with.

"I'll take me," she said cheerfully, and took the bag from the hands of Natasha. Nessa did not wait for Zac to speak or react. Began to climb the stairs two by two and left the bag by the door of 2 ° C. Beautiful morning, Eh? "He said, his voice rising as he entered his apartment to find the shower. He

out in a moment, to start down the stairs, saw that Zac was not moved. Only the expression of his face had changed. His eyes were even darker and angry and his countenance had a stormy expression. His mouth was tense. The previous smile had disappeared without a trace.

"I did not have asked for help," said his voice low and menacing.

"I know," said Nessa frankly, stopping a few steps from the end of the ladder to look into his eyes. I imagined that I would not ask me. And I knew that if asked, be angry and would not want to help him. This may upset you want, but the case is already up, "she smiled. So go ahead. Enfádese. Not repressed.

turning around to return to your garden, Zac felt his eyes fixed on his back. His expression had not changed: he was angry. Angry with her and the world. Nessa knew I should not have helped. Should be left to resolve their problems, to fend for himself. I knew I should not complicate your life with someone who obviously went through great difficulties.

But I could not forget the smile that had transformed into a real Zac human being and not in the stone column filled with anger that seemed to be almost all the time. He could not forget the tenderness with which he had spoken to the child reassuringly. And I could not forget the look on his face when the little Natasha gave him a hug.

could not forget any of those things ... although he knew that he must do so.

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smelled amazingly well. Wearing perfume, a delicate, with a very slight aroma of exotic spices.

Something had happened inside of Zac the first time she had thrown one of their curious smiles. Again felt that thrill and understood what era. Desire. God, so long ago ...

- What if I'm not bluffing? He asked in a whisper. It was so close that his breath stirred a few strands of hair. What if I really want to come in?, What to spend the night with me?

saw a flash of uncertainty in their eyes. Then she deftly dodging away his cane.

"Sorry, I'm in no mood to roll with a cocoon," said. Zac

opened the door. I should have kissed. She seemed to challenge him to do so. But it had not seemed right. Kiss would have been overstepping the mark. Although I wanted very much ... He turned to look
before entering.

If you change your mind, let me know.

Nessa laughed and disappeared into his apartment. Chapter 3


- Yes? Zac replied hoarsely to the phone. His mouth was dry and his head ached as if he had been beaten with a jackhammer.

In his wake were 9:36 am and the sun streamed down from her bedroom curtains. The light pierced through his brain like a laser beam. He closed his eyes.

-Zac, are you?

Sharon. It was his sister, Sharon. Zac

turned in bed, looking for something, anything that wet dry mouth. On the nightstand was a bottle of whiskey with two fingers of amber liquid inside. He took her hand, but stopped. No way would give it another shot back. Damn, that was what his father used to do. Started the day with a glass ... and just lying on the sofa in the living room, drunk as a Cuba.

I need your help, "Sharon said. You do me a favor. In the hospital have told me that you have been discharged and could not believe the luck I've had.

- What for? "He muttered. I was going to ask for money. It was not the first time, or last.

Sharon, his older sister, was so fond of the drink as it had been his father. He was unable to retain a job, could not pay the rent, could not keep Natasha, daughter of five years.

Zac shook his head. Had been present when Tasha was born when it came to the world, daughter of unknown father and an irresponsible mother. Although he loved his sister well knew that Zac was irresponsible. He lived hand to mouth, from job to job, city to city, from man to man. Having a daughter had not rooted anywhere.

Five years ago, Natasha birth, before he almost blew up the leg, Zac was an optimist. But even he had been able to imagine that this little girl were to have a happy future. Unless Sharon acknowledged that he had a drinking problem, unless you seek help, was put on treatment and finally managed to lay his head, he knew that the life of the little Natasha would be full of chaos, turmoil and constant change.

And he was not mistaken.

Over the past five years, each month, Zac sent money to his sister with the hope that it will use to pay rent and Natasha had a roof and food that fill the stomach.

Sharon went to see him very now and then when I was in the hospital for veterans. Only when he needed extra money, and never had to Natasha, the only person in the world that Zac would have liked to see.