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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 'ahodarÃa. "
-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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