So slowly painting my bridge had a birthday not so long ago and for her birthday i decided to write a lwetter a day for her (all in one go and all in a nice box to keep.) but wow had i underestimated the task?! Yes!
So heres the question, if you had to write a letter a day to anyone for a year who would it be and what would your first letter say?
Now i'm quite used to writing letter to my pen friend but recently i haven't really written anything but i've been reading! I've gone back through all my marian keyes books and re read the lot. So whats your favourite book? and why?
Alright, Extract time. and it's a long one. Feedback welcome. XxX
Four men.
She
looked around as she came in, but somehow she didn’t see him by the door way.
She
wouldn’t have recognised him if she had.
Watching
her he saw her glance through a sheaf of papers held loosely in her hands then
drop them onto a small table. Other things were clearly on her mind.
So
far he had seen ten of the eleven members of the K.T. This was the eleventh.
The
second deadly woman, the fourth ranking member, shortly to be shunted down to
five.
He
had met her trainee a few days earlier and had been impressed by what he saw.
Tiger
had not been like Bears protégée Eagle, he was an all round perfect hit man who
didn’t quail at causing a woman pain.
“This
one,” He thought “Always needs a reason to kill.”
He
watched her sigh and move towards the half open door way slowly and pause there,
not knocking to announce herself.
“At
least she didn’t pass that trait on to him.”
Her
breathing steadied out into low long breaths.
Cat,
Bear and Lion had been in Lion’s meeting room for a while now,
‘Nearly
two hours.’ he contemplated watching her brow furrow. He felt his own brow
crease. He knew what they were discussing in there and was interested to see
her reaction.
He took a step towards her as she took a
small step back rocking on her heels as if wanting to turn away from what she
was hearing but couldn’t.
Then
her eyes widened in shock and he found himself wanting to hug her, to comfort
her. This of course would not do her any good.
He
kept moving slow footstep after slow footstep matching her breathing until he
was only a step behind her. She took another step and his arm’s closed around
her waist.
“Eavesdropping,”
he started in his deep tone “Never did any one any good.”
She
tried to turn so he placed his hands at the crook of her elbows forcing her to stay
still.
She
smiled, and suddenly he wasn’t sure if she was who he thought she was.
“Your
name girl?”
She
didn’t answer, so quietly; almost like sharing a secret he whispered his
request again into her ear.
“Your
name?”
“You
tell me yours.” She started, turning her head towards him slightly. “And I’ll
consider telling you mine.”
He
let himself smile at that response and buried his head into her hair his cheek
along side hers.
He
had done the same to the other one many years ago, he could remember how she
smelt, the perfume she wore, and how her hair had been dark not as dark as this
woman before him. He breathed in a deep satisfying sniff and relaxed into her
sent.
“I
can smell the fire in your soul.” he said partly hoping to scare her a little.
But she smiled again.
“I’ll
bet you say that to all the girls.” She replied.
He
chuckled at that.
“So
you must be Rabbit.”
He
ran a hand through her hair
“Soft,
light hearted and fluffy.”
He
ran his hand down following the curvature of her spine.
“Lion
certainly has a high opinion of you.”
She
straightened up as he reached the base of her back.
“But
personally,” he continued. “I don’t see the fluffy, soft, light hearted,
rabbit.”
He
wrapped his hands once more round her waist and pulled her into him.
“I
see the sly, dangerous, and quick, Fox.”
He
reached over her and tugged at her hair his hand stroking her cheek.
She
opened he mouth to retort but the door swung open and Cat cast them both a half
approved glance.
For
half a second he thought she was going to say something any way, but Cat
motioned back towards the meeting room.
“I
take it you’re ready.”
Fox
motioned towards the table with the stack of notes and Cat shook her head
slightly glancing at the man.
“A
million reasons not, to kill someone.”
She
looked back at Fox.
“If
you worked twice as hard at just doing your job then you’d probably have my
job.”
Fox
kept her eyes on Cat not glancing towards him.
“Good
job I don’t then.”
She
headed into the room without a backwards glance as Cat turned back to the man.
“What
is it with you and dark haired women?”
Fox
didn’t see his smile or Cat’s returning frown.
********************
As
soon as Fox left the office, Cat turned to Lion.
“I
know you place a lot of trust on her,”
Lion
didn’t reply.
“And
I know your predecessor admired her compassion,”
Lion
leaned forward slightly folding his arms on the table in front of him.
“Cat,
the point you’re trying to make would help me a lot.”
Bear
next to him smiled.
“Keep
Harry away from her.”
Lion
tipped his head sideways curiously.
“I
can see history repeating itself.” she said pushing her blond hair over her
shoulders. Lion smiled.
“Your
compassion rarely surfaces” He started. “And I never would have guessed you
would have some for Fox.” He leant back on his chair. “The pair of you has more
disagreements than any of my operatives put together, and I have already made
you one promise today.”
Cat
nodded and looked at Bear.
“You
can go Cat; I wish to speak to Bear privately.”
******************
Harry
watched her closely over the next few days, watching her make her calls on
Lion’s clients collecting money or excuses the job that none of the others
wanted.
Then
he watched her kill.
Lion
had already told him that this was a rare occurrence one that came with a lot
of protests normally.
Harry
had wanted to see her kill, ever since he had read her file read how she had
made her first hit. And then the blow came.
Max.
He
had kissed her.
Max.
All the years had not erased his name from
harry’s memory.
Max.
His
arms had folded round her.
Both there smiles had matched. Max couldn’t
know what she did. If he knew how she silently built up the trust in Lions
clients, and then just as silently killed them for their empty promises of
repayment, there would be trouble between them.
Max.
He was the one who had picked the boy to die instead of the girl. He was the
one who had been just as heartbroken to see the girls blood shower down onto
the grey office carpet. Max. He was the one, out of the two of them who had
found Fox. Felicity Witchley and Max Sanders. He would not last.
Harry
wasn’t the only one who watched Fox and Max together that early October
morning. Adam watched too. Regretful that his time with her had been cut short.
Envious that she smiled with Max instead of him. Neither he nor Harry saw the
forth man.
Even
the early October morning had shadows, places to hide in, places to watch from
but Xander Cages eyes were not on Fox. They had been, until he had seen Harry.
As
Fox passed Adam, he heard a phone ring out. Both Max and fox scrabbled to find
there cell phones then Smiling he heard fox say
“It’s
me. Hello?”
They
started walking again Fox clearly in the middle of a one way conversation she
still looked happy but her eyes had lost there light.
“Okay,
thanks.” She rang off.
Max
noticing her pace slowing as she stowed her phone back into her pocket matched
step with her.
“Problem
at work?” he asked.
She
smiled up at him, interlocking her fingers with his once more.
“Nothing
that can’t wait until morning.” The light returned as she looked at him.
“Where
do you fancy going for dinner?” He asked, “I don’t feel like forcing you to
wash up after you’ve been working so hard.”
