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It’d be nice to take one by myself though.”
    He took a seat on the bed beside her. Her face, as dirty as
it was, looked as soft as the wings of a butterfly. “I’ll have her show you
soon. The faucets in there are tricky.” He waited for a response, but she
seemed to be somewhere else.
    Finally she gazed at him, but beyond him at the same time.
Almost through him. As if she were watching a picture show playing out, clip by
clip, on the bedroom door behind him. He fought the sudden urge to turn and
look, but resisted.
    He studied her intently. “Are you going to be all right?”
    “I’ll be fine.” She blinked her eyes and gazed at him, as if
seeing him for the first time.
    He wasn’t convinced. Something much more than whacking Hawk
in the groin seemed to be on her mind. She was in another place. A far, far
away place.
    “I’ll have Bonita bring you up some lunch. After you eat, a
nap may be worth considering. You look like you haven’t slept in a week.”
    “I’ll try to get some rest.” She paused and thought for a
moment. “Would you mind bringing me some more of those books with the beautiful
women in them?”
    “Do you mean fashion magazines? Sure, I’ll ask Bonita to
bring you a few of hers. I’ll check on you later.” He gazed at the majestic
window beyond her bed. It was still there, all in one piece. He stole a glance
at her legs for what must be the hundredth time. Perfect, like the window. He
shook his head and quietly left the room.
    Heaven leapt from the bed the moment the door closed. “Bice,
wait!” She burst through the door and ran straight into his arms.
    “Heaven, what is wrong?” Bice gazed at her. She was
frightfully pale. Her Mediterranean eyes reminded him of the moon falling over
the surf, waiting silently to welcome dusk on the far side of the earth.
    “It’s Harmon. Go to him quickly. Find him Bice, find him
now!”
    He let her fall from his arms and took a step back in
horror. “What do you mean?” Is this some kind of sick joke?”
    She stared beyond him, down the darkened corridor at the
majestic staircase. She gazed at him once more. “Find him. Now!”
    He stumbled backward, his gaze never leaving her eyes. The
same eyes Harmon spoke of seeing on the beach that day. The eyes the musician
never forgot. Now, he understood. He was looking into the past, but also into
the future through her eyes.
    Somehow, someway, this girl was an extraordinary being.
Harmon must’ve known it all along. He’d plucked her from the beach that day,
only to spend years trying to forget her. But somehow, she called Harmon back
to her through those watery blue eyes. Through the miles, and through time
itself.
    Maybe she was an Angel. Some sort of guardian angel for the
musician. But no, angels didn’t go around kicking men in the gonads.
    He took another step backward, still gazing at her. Finally,
he charged down the hall.
    Heaven watched him leap down the stairs three at a time,
desperately clutching the rail.
    She caught a scream in her throat. If he were to fall, he’d
surely break his neck. There were many, many stairs to reach the bottom floor.
He was acting like a lunatic out of concern for his employer and friend, but he’d
never make it to the landing at his insane pace.
    She rushed to the top of the staircase, watching in horror
as he plunged down them at a manic pace. “Bice, slow down!”
    He continued to leap down the stairs at an impossible speed.
She watched in frozen horror as his body suddenly twisted and shook, as a
puppet on a string might.
    He was falling.
    She watched helplessly as her worst fears materialized
before her. His foot came out from under him and his hand was cruelly jerked
from the slick wooden rail. He was in midair, crashing head first toward a
bottomless hell.
    She could not open her mouth to scream. She could not move
to rush to his aid.
    Try as she might, her legs were two blocks of hardened
earth, frozen to the floor in eternal torment. She