"Sure. What do you want it to say?" He then flinched inwardly. There I go again. I'm just a damned bleeding heart. He swore at himself softly and bitt...rly.She blinked in confusion. "What do I want...what to say?" He rolled his eyes. "Kanji letters are whole words or phrases in Japanese. What do you want your Japanese word to say?" "Do you have one for 'beautiful'?" She blushed furiously and turned sharply away from his gaze. "I want to be 'beautiful'." Catching her image in a mirror, she. How old is she?" I asked shifting my gaze down to her at the end of the bar. She saw me look but quickly looked away, her face blushing when she caught my eye."21. Maybe you should go over there and give her the drink yourself," the redhead said.Taking the drink the redhead had ordered for her friend, I walked casually down to the bar and took a seat next to Melissa. Sliding the drink down towards her, she had her head in her arms. I thought she was crying at first, but when she lifted her head. While the two of them ran around the backyard, I went back up and put on my running gear. When I’d come down again, Duke had found his ball and decided that it had to come on our run. I didn’t feel like negotiating with him and let him take it. He led the way, and when we got to the first corner I about ran him over. Peggy had been working with him to sit at each street crossing because Mom had taken him to the hospital to work with her cancer patients. He’d apparently almost gotten himself. “Fuck!” Even louder this time. I tense. Something has gone very wrong during the conference call he’s just had. It’s late. No one is left at the office but the two of us. We’ve been waiting for the Japanese to call. I chance his temper by opening the door, peeking in. Mr. Callahan sits, hands fisted in his hair, head down. His suit jacket is haphazardly thrown to the side. His posture speaks of defeat and withheld anger. He looks up when he hears me entering. “I need you, Miss Steel.”.