Jayce nodded and smiled. Jayce’s heart skipped a beat when the brawny man’s eyes twinkled and cheeks dimpled with an upward curve of his lips.“N...w here,” inquired the brown-eyed dude with a soul-patch goatee wearing a bandana.“Sorta,” answered Jayce.“Cool beans. You got a good stride!”“Thank you! I’m Jayce.”“Vinny!”“Nice to meet you, Vinny!”“Same here! Wanna race,” smirked the hunky man.“Why not,” teased Jayce.Afterwards, the two men laughed. They casually made plans to see one another at a. Damn damn damn.That had been a close one; what if she had cried out and woken up the children, or the neighbors? The memory device didn't actually edit the brain, it just sort of left blurry impressions that something had or had not happened. And having the kids humming a hip new tune, I Saw Mommy Fucking Santa Claus, would not play well at the All-Saints Consortium in June ... While it might not undo all of Katie's excellent mothering, therapy would doubtless have been required. Eesh.He drew. That's what he told me the absolute worst news; my mom and dad and uncle had been involved in a horrible accident at my parents's house. the fire marshal was still trying to figure out what was going on but it seems like all three of them had died in a house fire overnight.I was shattered.The next few days were an absolute blur. Lawyers, police, and reporters all wanted to talk to me about what happened. The fire marshal concluded it was an accident, something to do with the electrical system. She opened her mouth to call to Simon but Mark pulled her even closer and she felt something sharp against her side. “I’m fucking serious, you bitch!” He spat, “I have way too much riding on this to let some two-bit Scotch whore screw up my chances of making a fortune.” At that, Simon’s triumphant call, as he held open the door of a large yellow cab, halted the threats and Mark pulled Mattie and Amanda towards the vehicle. It was a bit of a squeeze for the four of them to sit side by side on.