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Victoria offered, "You look like hell."
It was a
solicited opinion.
Robin had come
into an Elizabeth Fund Board meeting unshaven, and wearing a dark blue
sport-coat with black slacks – a Fashion Don't even Victoria recognized, and
one that, a few weeks ago, he would have never tolerated on a stranger, much
less himself.
He'd plopped
himself in a chair across the conference-table from Victoria, three other board
members buffering them on either side, and propped his forehead up with his
hand, wincing when the light hit his eyes, and aimlessly scratching the notepad
in front of him with a chewed fingernail.
She couldn't
stop looking at him. The sight of Robin dressed badly, much less poorly
groomed, broke her heart.
And it annoyed
the hell out of her.
Heck, she wasn't
feeling too chipper these days, either. But, at least, she still made the
effort to come into work looking like a professional. She still made the effort
to keep up appearances.
But, then again,
Victoria did have the advantage of knowing that, whatever misery she was going
through, she'd brought it upon herself.
And, at least, she'd gotten something positive – she'd saved Gabriel –
in return.
Robin had the
roof dropped on him with no warning, no reason, no explanation. And, unlike
Victoria and her tormentor, the lovely Miss Simonge, the blow had come from
someone Robin trusted.
She didn't blame
him for reeling.
And every time
she looked at him, she died a little.
Robin, however,
did not like her looking at him, at all.
He waited until
the other board members had filed out of the room and Victoria was the only one
left, before deigning to glance up at her.
"What?" he snapped, flopping back in his chair, crossing one
leg over the other and sneeringly studying Victoria over the eraser of an
upraised pencil. "What's the
matter, Miss Morgan? Something wrong with the way I look?"
That's when she
offered the solicited, "You look like Hell."
"And you
give a damn, because...."
"Because," Victoria said. "You taught me there was no
valid excuse for fashion faux pas."
A second
earlier, he'd looked half-poised to fling the pencil at her. Robin was wagging
it back and forth, one eye squinted, as if measuring the perfect distance for
burrowing the sharpened point somewhere in the vicinity of her throat. But,
then, rather than following through, he opened his errant eye, straightened an
inch in his chair, and slowly lowered the pencil to, once again, lie neatly
parallel to the notepad with Cooper Shipping emblazoned along its top. His
voice was almost human when he asked, curious and suspicious and cautiously
hopeful, "You listened to me?"
"Sure. When
you know what you're talking about, why not?"
"Thanks for
the qualifier."
"I didn't
want you getting a swelled head."
Robin propped
his forehead against the heels of both palms, dug his nails into his scalp, and
squeezed hard, closing his eyes and mumbling, "Too late."
"Hangover?"
"No,
thanks, already – "
"Got one,"
Victoria finished for him. "Oh, Robin, now I am disappointed in
you. That line was old when Adam first got drunk on apple wine." She
sighed, "Considering how familiar this state is for you, I presumed you'd
always carry a handy-dandy cure."
"That would
require planning ahead."
"Forgive
me, I forgot whom I was talking to for a moment."
He grunted.
Under the circumstances, Victoria guessed it was the pinnacle of his creative
banter.
"Here." She crossed the room to stand behind Robin's chair.
"Let me try."
The words were
out of her mouth before Victoria's brain fully realized what she was offering.
She'd already raised her arms to his shoulders. They froze in midair.
Victoria's fingers curled into fists. Instinctively, she forced them open,
stretching all ten until she feared popping a muscle or tearing her skin.
Because she wasn't a coward.
No matter what,
Victoria had never been a coward.
And she did want
to touch him, again.
Just for a
moment.Stay tuned for more!
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