..andafter he was just trying to be helpful."I'm sorry," Porcelain said quietly, knowing that beneath her mask, shewas crying.Porcelain had always tho...ght of herself as calm and in control, thoughshe knew she certainly wasn't acting like it at the moment. Althoughshe hadn't wanted to admit it to herself, she was tired, frustrated,and even scared. She'd been living with the constant threat of death,and not just since her enemy had targeted her. She'd been living withthat threat her entire. ..I guess it's not really your fault and I'm sorry I went off like that." Perfectly understandable," I responded quietly. "I think I deservedit." I can't believe it," Becka spat out, "a fucking curse. There ain'tsupposed to be such things." I just shrugged, knowing exactly how shefelt. Then, Becka looked at me for a minute before continuing, "If youfind this guy, do you think that he can fix me too?" There wasdesperation in her eyes."I don't know," I answered honestly. "I hope so."To my. Come on, it's cold out here."Scott jogged back to the door and held it for her as she pushed the bike inside. She followed him to the gym.He held up his fists. "Sparring gloves for the heavy bag. Heavy bag meet Taylor, Taylor meet heavy bag." Show me what you do."He threw a combo and flowed into a series of strikes, varying his pattern of attack. He worked the bag, always on the move, changing the pattern as he went and finished with a series of knee strikes. He stopped and gathered his. So fast.“It’s called ‘On the Beach’ I think.” I can do ‘fast’ too.“Oh that’s right,” she leaned on the worktop, cocked a hip and snagged her full lower lip with a perfect white tooth, for two provocative seconds. “‘Sex on the Beach’, now I remember. Thanks.”I made the drinks and showed her through to the living room. I passed her a glass, with my fingers round the stem. Her little fingertip lingered on mine for a fraction of a second.We stood there, while the tension crept up towards some.