5 months later…
Bling sat in the
empty penthouse downloading some information for Eye's Only from a disk he'd
picked up a couple of hours before. Logan had taken Max out for the evening, so Bling had volunteered to get
the disk. Logan and Max. He had to smile thinking about them. Max swore they weren't living together, but
there was now a place in the living room for Max's Ninja. She'd gotten good using the service elevator
without waking up a single other tenant. Her clothes were in the closet and feminine products were all over the
bathroom. He'd had plenty of relationships, but he still didn't know why one
woman needed seventeen different powdered substances. Still, he supposed "we're not living together" was a nice change
from "we don't have that kind of relationship".
The doorbell
rang. He debated getting it, but then
decided to when it rang again. It was
probably Mrs. Moreno again. She kept
forgetting her keys now and would ring the doorbell waiting for her maid to
open the door. He opened the door with
a smile on his face; ready to tell her she had the wrong apartment again. It wasn't Mrs. Moreno
Girl. Blonde. Alicia? She looked bad. There was a bad bruise on her too-thin face,
her lips were swollen and cracked, and there were black smudges beneath her
eyes. She was wearing an overcoat way
too big for her, and was holding onto the doorframe for support.
"Max," she said.
"Max needs to get her out…" her words trailed off as she collapsed to the
floor. Bling caught her before she hit
the ground.
He picked her up to
take her to the couch. Her coat opened,
and he could see half of the problem. She was wearing an oversized army camouflage fatigue top over hospital
scrub bottoms, but it couldn't hide the fact she was obviously pregnant.
He laid her down and went to the phone. Date's over guys, he thought as he dialed Logan's cell.