"Yes, I guess I do remember. EmilyElizabeth." Like the girl on that kids show?" she smirked. "What was it, Cliffordthe Big Red Dog?" The show hadn't c...me on yet, give me a break," I said. "But yes, I'msure the elementary kids wouldn't let me live that one down. Now, isEmily fine?" Yes, of course its fine," she said. "Emmy for short?" No," I said. "Emily will do." Then let's go, shall we?"I cannot express just how dull shopping is. Half the time I was checkingmy phone, and nodding blankly at. ‘I think we’re both wrong anyway. It’s a Native American myth I think. I can’t remember.’ I sling one leg over his and burrow my face into the humid warmth at the crook of his neck, that tender little fold of skin where neck meets shoulder. ‘Oranges.’ My voice is muffled against his skin. ‘What?’ I can hear the beginnings of laughter in his voice. ‘Navel oranges, the ones that sometimes have the little baby oranges growing inside them.’ ‘What about them?’ I wiggle away, dragging myself into a. I’m going to have this baby Cal, no matter what you say or do,’ Claire said. Cal smiled. ‘What?’ Claire asked. Before Cal could answer, there was a knock on the door. ‘Hey Jess, come on in,’ Claire said giving her friend a smile. ‘I figured you were both hungry,’ Jessica said, setting two plates of beef stir fry. ‘You didn’t have to make dinner tonight,’ Cal told Jessica. ‘I know, but the guys begged me to cook so they didn’t have to suffer through Paul’s cooking,’ Jessica said with a grin. Cal. Era públicoe notório serem os três guarda costas dos outros dois. Do Ômega marrom, mais seis homens. Quatro muito bem trajados, cabelosgrisalhos, barbas bem feitas, denunciando serem pessoas freqüentadorasda elite social, possivelmente grandes empresários. Os outros dois eramsemelhantes aos guarda costas do primeiro carro. Da Van, desceram mais nove homens, que, sem nenhuma ordem, espalharam-sepela propriedade, todos armados com carabinas 12 e submetralhadoras. Rapidamentesumiram. Os seis.