Chapter 13
Details about Rick's living room decor
Has a large forty-inch plasma screen TV, two couches, one comfy and very puffy chair. Bookshelves on the left of the TV contain all of his DVDs and the one on the right contains every magazine that he was in or read. And books he liked to read in his spare time. A mahogany coffee table sits in the center, with a couple of magazines on it.
The living Room…"Jeez, what was I thinking? Looking in the shower, I should have known it was her! But I was so stupid as to look!" Rick grumbled to himself as he sat on the sofa, his arms crossed over his burly chest.
Silva watched him for a moment as he shifted, spreading his arms out on the back of the couch. She smiled before vaulting over the back of the couch and next to him. He jumped not knowing who or what had landed next to him, but relaxed as soon as he felt Silva's body lean against his.
"Hey partner," Rick said, wrapping his right arm around her waist and pulling her onto his lap.
"Hey yourself," cuddling close to him. "What do you is going to happen when our managers meet?" Tilting her head to look up into his sunglasses.
He shrugged, "Anything can happen when those two are together…but for the moment lets not worry about that." Giving her his cheeky smile, tucking her head underneath his.
"Still, I am a little worried for Don…" Rick arched an eyebrow. "He might have a heart attack if Zarek slips up on our secret."
Rick stiffened, "He knows? Did you tell him?" With his other hand he rubbed her back.
"I didn't have to, all he did was suggest I was having an affair with a certain pilot. Which made me react a bit unusual, and he immediately realized it and warned me about the dangers if Don learned of it…" Closing her eyes as she listened to him breathe and to the feeling of his hand on her.
"If he does spill, we are so screwed," Rick chuckled lightly.
A knock sounded at the front door, "Hey Rick! You wouldn't mind opening the door for your girl's manager now would you?" The knocking repeated again.
"That would be your manager." Silva moved off Rick so he could answer the door. "Hey, Zarek. How's it going?"
Zarek replied a little too cheerfully, "Fine, everything is great!" Rick was a bit curious about his sanity, as he led him into the living room where Silva was lounging across one couch. "Hey Silva!"
She cracked an eye open, "Yo, what's the dat on the explosion?"
(Dat stands for data)
"Well, it looks like you were right about it being a bomb. But the police don't know why the Baleeks would pull such a stunt at the nationals…" Zarek sat opposite of her on the other couch. "Yet I'm not surprised about it…"
Silva sat up, letting Rick sit down. She lay back and used his right leg like a pillow; Rick muttered something incoherent about the Baleeks stunt.
Silva was about to respond when a knock came at the door again. "-And that would be Don Wei, I'll get it this time." Standing up she stretched and got the door.
"Hello Silvamane," Don greeted.
"Hello Don, come on in. I'll take you to the guys," leading him into the living room.
Don and Zarek exchanged handshakes, before Don sat on the fluffy chair. Silva didn't lie on the couch like she wanted to, but sat with her manager.
"So Don, what do you think happened to the Tundra?" Zarek broke the uneasy silence.
"I don't know, but I would guess either the fuel line caught--" He started.
"Don, you know that's not possible, if it did catch. The explosion would have only been small, not huge like what we seen at the track," Silva replied angrily.
"How would you know, young lady?" Don turned to her.
"Remember, Don…she was in an accident just like Maya's so she should know about explosions. After all, every great pilot must experience some sort of wreck." Rick spoke up, watching Don think about Maya.
"This ought to be fun," Zarek quietly murmured into Silva's ear. She snickered at the thought, catching Don's attention.
"What's so funny," Don ordered.
"Nothing, nothing! Its just an inside joke," Silva held up both hands, palms out.
Don thought, How could Rick stand this girl? The group went quiet again, sunk into their own worlds. Silva grabbed the remote to the TV and switched it onto a news channel showing the explosion. They studied the explosion for a moment, before Silva paused the TV and stood up to point at the screen.
"Look, right here," Silva pointed to a small black object that was launched into the air. "That might be what caused the explosion."
"Might be, are the key words, Silva." Don answered as he stood beside her and studied the small speck. "It might just be debris from the wreckage for all we know."
A strange song filled the air as Don finished his sentence; the song ended and then started back up again. (Song is: Addicted by Saving Abel)
"Hey Silva isn't that your cell phone?" Zarek pointed at her back pocket that was shining.
She yanked it out of her pocket and flipped it open, "Hello?"