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othergirlsatall.”
    Acompliment,Lillisupposedwithasmallsmileasshehungup.Andthenshe sighed,becauserightnow,NorioNakamura’ssecondassistantwastheclosestthingshe hadtoafriend.
    She’donlybeenonthissecretassignmentfortwoweeks,butshealreadymissedher oldlife.DougandRuby,thefriendsshe’dmadeattheinternationalschool,herstudent patients.
    Andtryasshemight,shecouldn’tstopfeelingguiltyabouttheentiresituation.
    Becausewhothehelldidthatmysteriousvoicebelongto?Itwasobviouslysomeone withenoughpowertorenewDoug’scontract,somaybeoneofthefrontoffice executives?ButwhywouldabaseballexecutivecareaboutaguyintheRobotics Division,evenifhewasthesonofNakamuraWorldwide’sdirector?
    Lillilingeredatthelittleoverpricedramenshopformuchlongerthanshe’d originallyintended.Partlybecauseshe’dgottencaughtupinagameof HungryMaster thatMiyukihaddownloadedontoherNTTphone,andpartlybecauseasniceasher newapartmentwas,thecreepyfeelingofbeingwatchedeverysecondfaroutweighed itsluxuriousappeal.
    ButtimepassedalotfasterthanLillirealized,becausethenextthingsheknew,a textfromMiyukipoppedupoverher HungryMaster game: Hecomingnow .
    Ohfuck!Lilliquicklythrewdowntwo1000yennotes,notbotheringtoaskforthe billandchange.
    Thensheranoutoftherelikeabatoutofhell,allofMiyuki’srulesrunningthrough herhead.
    Shehadtogetshowered,perfumed,anddressedinsomethingthatwasn’ta JapaneseXLHelloKittyt-shirtandjeans.Lillihadn’tgonetoofarfromhernewdigs,but itwasfarenough.Itfeltliketherunbacktohertowerapartmentfromthemalltook threetimesaslongasthewalkthere.
    Solong,shedidn’tevenbothertotakehershoesoffinthe genken entrance.
    IgnoringJapanesecustom,soshecouldrushstraightdownthecorridor,andintothe parlor,whichconnectedtothebedroom—
    Lillistoppedshortjustinsidetheparlordoorway,becausethatwaswhenshe
    realized...itwastoolate.Mr.Nakamurahadalreadyarrived.
    He’dchosentositdownintheparlor’sdarkbrownoverstuffedslipperchair,which unlikethecouch,shenoted,wasallthewayoutoftheTVcamera’sfieldofrange.
    Hestillworethesamebluesuitfromwhenshe’dseenhimearlierthatday,butnow, forwhateverreason,heremindedherofasoldier.Facehardasgraniteashewatched herentertheroomaliteralhotmess.Sweatyanddressed,notinprettylingerie,butin jeansandat-shirt,alongwiththesamesandalsMiyukihadwarnedheragainstwearing tohisofficethefirstdayoftheiroriginalinterview.Hell,theyprobablywouldn’teven havemadethetripoverifshehadn’twornthemoutofthehousethatday.
    Somanyrulesbroken,sherealized,asshestoodfrozeninthedoorway.
    Butthenshelookedathim.Reallylookedathim.Beyondthehardgraniteofhis posturetohiseyes,whichwerenolongerintentastheyhadbeenearlierintheday,but hadgonecold.
    No,notcold,sherealized,takingacuriousstepforward.Remote.Andshewas remindedofafewoftheJapanesekidswho’dcometoseeher.Theoneswho’dtoldher withvacanteyesthattheyweretoosicktotakeatest,butintheendweresimplyafraid ofdisappointingtheirparents.
    “Iseverythingokay?”sheaskedhim,hershoesandappearanceforgotten.
    “Youkeptmewaiting,”heanswered.
    “Yes,Ikeptyouwaiting.Ididn’tmeanto,andI’msorryaboutthat,but…”Her nursinginstinctstookoverasshewalkedfurtherintotheroom.“You’renotjustupset aboutmebeinglate,right?”
    Helookedaway,hisfaceahardblank,andshenoticedhishairwasn’tquiteas contouredasithadbeenbefore.Whateverheusedtokeepthelongtoplayersculpted backmusthavelostitshold,becauseablacklockwasnowhangingoverhislefteye.
    Shecouldn’thelpherself.Shebridgedthedistancebetweenthenandreachedoutto scrapethelockoutofhisfacewithagentlenurse’stouch.“Itlookslikeyou’vehada badday.Didsomethinghappen?”
    Helookedatherforalong,quizzicalsecond,andthensaid,“Thissmalltalk.Itisnot required.”
    Lillitiltedherhead,stillstrokinghishaireventhoughshe’dalreadypusheditback inplace.It’stexturewasasoftsurprisebeneathherfingers,andshefoundherself unabletopullaway.

“Notrequiredornotwanted?”sheaskedhim.
    “Either.”
    Buthedidn’tpushherhandaway,shenoticed.Didn’tmakeherstopstrokinghis