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"Nathan," called Alexandra Eames sternly. "Get back here."
The eight year old was not interested in being held by the hand, as
his cousin was, and grumbled as he obediantly returned to his aunt.
They were walking so slow!
The reason for it? Alex had a baby strapped to her chest, and a little
girl holding onto her hand, insisting on walking - but a toddler's
pace was nowhere near fast enough for the energetic boy on the streets
of New York.
Alex wasn't taking any chances though, firmly clasping his hand. She
and Bobby had faced enough of the years.
She shuddered at the thought of having to investigate Nathan, her
sister, her brother and his kids, her dad...
She almost stopped in her tracks: ...or Bobby and the girls.
Squeezing Isolde's hand jut a little firmer, she dismissed the dark
thoughts from her mind. Must be the leftover hormones.
Feeling for her nephew, and Sabine starting to whimper in her arms,
she released his hand. "Keep in sight," she ordered, her hand already
on her youngest daughter's head, soothing her in a manner not unlike
soothing her husband.
Nathan took his newfound freedom with ordered gusto and the small
party moved forward.
Finito.