Broken Wings - II
"Max, pacing won't make them get here any sooner."
She hadn't realized that she was pacing until Logan mentioned it. Sure enough, she had been pacing back and forth in front of the window for, she looked at her watch, twenty minutes. "I wish they would get here already."
Logan wheeled over and placed his hand on the small of her back. "I know you are anxious to see Cassi but it is ten minutes of seven. They won't be here for another ten to fifteen minutes at least. Pacing isn't accomplishing anything except making me nervous."
Max grinned at him and put her hands on her hips. "Why Logan. You? Nervous?"
He looked at her with his steel blue eyes and a deadpan expression on his face.
"Well, I wasn't until you started pacing."
Sighing, Max flopped onto the couch. "I know. It has been forever since I've seen them."
"What is that? Max time? Seven months equals forever?" He smirked at her.
"I guess patience isn't one of my strengths."
"You could say that."
"Do you really want to start this?"
He seemed to ponder it. "No, I seem to recall that the last argument like this ended up with me washing pasta sauce out of my hair."
Max smiled at the recollection. "It was a good color on you." She laughed. "I did get you good that time, didn't I?"
"Yes, you did. Speaking of pasta sauce, I should go check on dinner."
Max followed him into the kitchen. "Is this one of the recipes Amaliya gave you?"
"No. Actually it is one I found in a book of my mother's. I figure that Amaliya gets enough of her own cooking at the resort."
"Did they mention how things are going over there?"
"Seems like business is booming."
"Never underestimate the spending of the rich."
"Or the corrupt." Added Logan. He thought back to when they had met Greg and Amaliya. Who knew that they were a lost part of his Informant Net? Who knew that they would once again be one of his best resources?
After they rescued Miranda, it had been decided that it would be in the best interest of the family to relocate. So, with the help of Eyes Only, Edward and Jean Proust moved to Denver, Colorado with their seven year old daughter Melissa, their older daughter Natalie, and their granddaughter Anita, Nita for short. In Denver, with a few favors called in, they opened a restaurant/resort in the global hub.
The pulse had succeeded in dividing the country irreconcilably. The majority was absolutely destitute as the minority had the power, influence, and cashed in on the misfortune of the others. Denver, always known for its ski country was now the spot for anyone who was anyone whether it be in politics, sports, business, or other areas. Denver became an international hot spot. Le Village was a prestigious resort, which catered to people from all over the world. It was the ideal location for two Eyes Only informants to lay low and keep their eyes open. That was exactly what the "Proust" family did. Together, the family ran the resort and, with the help of a few Eyes Only surveillance units, kept an eye on their international clientele. They kept in touch with Logan both for personal and professional reasons. Greg and Amaliya would never forget what Logan and Max had done for them. For the family, it was a new beginning. For Eye's Only, it was the greatest single resource at his disposal.
The sound of the doorbell broke through their thoughts. Before Logan could get half way through the room, Max was at the door and swinging it open. As Max greeted them, a blonde streak came through the door and almost knocked her over. Arms were thrown around her waist as words tumbled out.
"Maxie, I'm so glad to see you. It's been so long. Momma and Dad said that you would be here but I couldn't wait. I've been thinking about you all week and then I couldn't sleep and Momma told me that if I didn't sleep, we couldn't come so I had to try and sleep. The week seemed like forever. Then, Nita got sick. We didn't think we could come. Then, we could. Then, it was going to snow. I was so depressed then we could come then the toilet broke and..."
"Cassi, take a breath. You're here now and we have all night to talk." Looking at the three adults standing in the doorway, Max laughed. She put her hands under Cassi's arms and swung her out of the doorway. "Why don't you come in."
Leading them into the living room, Max breathed a sigh of relief. They were here at last.
"Max, pacing won't make them get here any sooner."
She hadn't realized that she was pacing until Logan mentioned it. Sure enough, she had been pacing back and forth in front of the window for, she looked at her watch, twenty minutes. "I wish they would get here already."
Logan wheeled over and placed his hand on the small of her back. "I know you are anxious to see Cassi but it is ten minutes of seven. They won't be here for another ten to fifteen minutes at least. Pacing isn't accomplishing anything except making me nervous."
Max grinned at him and put her hands on her hips. "Why Logan. You? Nervous?"
He looked at her with his steel blue eyes and a deadpan expression on his face.
"Well, I wasn't until you started pacing."
Sighing, Max flopped onto the couch. "I know. It has been forever since I've seen them."
"What is that? Max time? Seven months equals forever?" He smirked at her.
"I guess patience isn't one of my strengths."
"You could say that."
"Do you really want to start this?"
He seemed to ponder it. "No, I seem to recall that the last argument like this ended up with me washing pasta sauce out of my hair."
Max smiled at the recollection. "It was a good color on you." She laughed. "I did get you good that time, didn't I?"
"Yes, you did. Speaking of pasta sauce, I should go check on dinner."
Max followed him into the kitchen. "Is this one of the recipes Amaliya gave you?"
"No. Actually it is one I found in a book of my mother's. I figure that Amaliya gets enough of her own cooking at the resort."
"Did they mention how things are going over there?"
"Seems like business is booming."
"Never underestimate the spending of the rich."
"Or the corrupt." Added Logan. He thought back to when they had met Greg and Amaliya. Who knew that they were a lost part of his Informant Net? Who knew that they would once again be one of his best resources?
After they rescued Miranda, it had been decided that it would be in the best interest of the family to relocate. So, with the help of Eyes Only, Edward and Jean Proust moved to Denver, Colorado with their seven year old daughter Melissa, their older daughter Natalie, and their granddaughter Anita, Nita for short. In Denver, with a few favors called in, they opened a restaurant/resort in the global hub.
The pulse had succeeded in dividing the country irreconcilably. The majority was absolutely destitute as the minority had the power, influence, and cashed in on the misfortune of the others. Denver, always known for its ski country was now the spot for anyone who was anyone whether it be in politics, sports, business, or other areas. Denver became an international hot spot. Le Village was a prestigious resort, which catered to people from all over the world. It was the ideal location for two Eyes Only informants to lay low and keep their eyes open. That was exactly what the "Proust" family did. Together, the family ran the resort and, with the help of a few Eyes Only surveillance units, kept an eye on their international clientele. They kept in touch with Logan both for personal and professional reasons. Greg and Amaliya would never forget what Logan and Max had done for them. For the family, it was a new beginning. For Eye's Only, it was the greatest single resource at his disposal.
The sound of the doorbell broke through their thoughts. Before Logan could get half way through the room, Max was at the door and swinging it open. As Max greeted them, a blonde streak came through the door and almost knocked her over. Arms were thrown around her waist as words tumbled out.
"Maxie, I'm so glad to see you. It's been so long. Momma and Dad said that you would be here but I couldn't wait. I've been thinking about you all week and then I couldn't sleep and Momma told me that if I didn't sleep, we couldn't come so I had to try and sleep. The week seemed like forever. Then, Nita got sick. We didn't think we could come. Then, we could. Then, it was going to snow. I was so depressed then we could come then the toilet broke and..."
"Cassi, take a breath. You're here now and we have all night to talk." Looking at the three adults standing in the doorway, Max laughed. She put her hands under Cassi's arms and swung her out of the doorway. "Why don't you come in."
Leading them into the living room, Max breathed a sigh of relief. They were here at last.
