WindSwept Narrows: #15 Rose Maddock

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  • Rose
  • Maddock
  • knew
  • it
  • was
  • taking
  • a
  • great
  • deal
  • out
  • of
  • her
  • friend
  • to
  • accept
  • the
  • guard
  • that
  • had
  • been
  • assigned
  • to
  • her.
  • She
  • dropped
  • to
  • her
  • knees,
  • barely
  • breathing
  • and
  • waved
  • the
  • two
  • of
  • them
  • past,
  • ignoring
  • the
  • laughter
  • from
  • Daphne,
  • continuing
  • on
  • when
  • Rose
  • weakly
  • waved
  • a
  • couple
  • palms
  • at
  • her.“You’re
  • evil,
  • woman!”
  • Rose
  • called
  • loudly
  • with
  • the
  • air
  • her
  • body
  • was
  • screaming
  • to
  • hold
  • onto.“Yeah,
  • yeah…Vlad
  • tells
  • me
  • that
  • all
  • the
  • time,”
  • she
  • chuckled
  • as
  • she
  • kept
  • running.Her
  • behind
  • rested
  • on
  • her
  • heels,
  • her
  • head
  • hanging
  • as
  • her
  • body
  • tried
  • finding
  • the
  • air
  • her
  • mind
  • swore
  • to
  • her
  • was
  • out
  • there.
  • Somewhere.“Insane
  • people
  • run
  • and
  • enjoy
  • it,”
  • Rose
  • breathed
  • through
  • a
  • low
  • growl.“I’ve
  • heard
  • that.”Rose
  • lifted
  • her
  • head,
  • reluctantly,
  • one
  • eye
  • opening
  • with
  • even
  • more
  • reluctance.
  • The
  • voice
  • was
  • smooth
  • and
  • soft
  • with
  • a
  • lilt
  • to
  • it
  • that
  • made
  • her
  • think
  • of
  • St.
  • Patrick’s
  • day
  • coming
  • up
  • in
  • a
  • few
  • days.
  • He
  • was
  • perched
  • on
  • his
  • heels
  • in
  • front
  • of
  • her,
  • hands
  • dangling
  • between
  • his
  • knees
  • and
  • head
  • tilted
  • to
  • the
  • side.
  • He
  • wore
  • a
  • good
  • pair
  • of
  • running
  • shoes
  • and
  • simple,
  • grey
  • sweats,
  • the
  • sleeves
  • on
  • the
  • hooded
  • shirt
  • shoved
  • to
  • his
  • elbows.
  • Nothing
  • glittering,
  • she
  • noticed
  • except
  • the
  • brightest
  • pair
  • of
  • blue
  • eyes
  • she’d
  • seen
  • on
  • a
  • guy.
  • Ever.“Water?”Rose
  • stared
  • at
  • the
  • half
  • full
  • bottle
  • he
  • pulled
  • from
  • behind
  • him,
  • offering
  • it
  • to
  • her
  • easily,
  • one
  • midnight
  • colored
  • brow
  • arched
  • patiently.“I…no…probably…”
  • Rose
  • slowly
  • forced
  • her
  • muscles
  • to
  • wake
  • up,
  • her
  • abdomen
  • protesting
  • as
  • she
  • straightened,
  • pulling
  • a
  • soft
  • moan
  • from
  • her
  • lips.“I’m
  • not
  • concerned
  • with
  • germs,”
  • he
  • teased,
  • flipping
  • the
  • lid
  • up
  • and
  • offering
  • the
  • frosted
  • bottle
  • once
  • more.
  • Full
  • lips
  • parted
  • when
  • the
  • grin
  • slashed
  • his
  • face.Rose
  • took
  • the
  • bottle
  • and
  • gratefully
  • drained
  • half
  • the
  • contents.“Thank
  • you…really…”“I
  • think
  • you
  • might
  • live,”
  • he
  • teased,
  • accepting
  • the
  • bottle
  • back.“It
  • was
  • a
  • lunatic
  • idea
  • to
  • begin
  • with…some
  • insane
  • distant
  • nut
  • memory
  • of
  • running
  • when
  • I
  • was
  • a
  • kid…”
  • she
  • shook
  • her
  • head
  • ruefully.
  • “And
  • Daphne…and
  • you…you
  • make
  • it
  • look
  • so
  • flippin’
  • easy,
  • it’s…just
  • wrong…barely
  • survived
  • two
  • laps…”“I
  • should
  • apologize,”
  • he
  • murmured,
  • humor
  • in
  • his
  • tone
  • that
  • had
  • her
  • eyes
  • narrowing
  • in
  • her
  • appraisal.
  • “I’ve
  • been
  • running
  • for
  • a
  • good
  • many
  • years.
  • You?”“Some
  • idiot
  • notion
  • I
  • had
  • this
  • morning,”
  • she
  • mumbled
  • testily.
  • “I
  • think
  • it’s
  • passing.
  • Just
  • because
  • you
  • got
  • these
  • long
  • legs,
  • people
  • think
  • you
  • should
  • be
  • able
  • to
  • gallop
  • around
  • like
  • a…a
  • pony
  • on
  • a
  • track…”“They
  • should
  • be
  • horse
  • whipped,”
  • he
  • agreed
  • in
  • the
  • break.“It’s
  • my
  • own
  • fault,”
  • she
  • sighed.
  • “Daphne
  • isn’t
  • keen
  • on
  • having
  • a
  • guard…so
  • I
  • thought
  • if
  • we
  • were
  • together,
  • maybe
  • the
  • guard
  • could
  • take
  • the
  • morning
  • hour
  • break…but
  • probably
  • not…Vlad
  • would
  • have
  • both
  • our
  • hides
  • if
  • something
  • happened
  • to
  • her,”
  • she
  • stretched
  • toward
  • the
  • grey
  • skies
  • above
  • them
  • when
  • he
  • stood
  • up
  • and
  • extended
  • his
  • palm.
  • “Thank
  • you.”“The
  • blonde
  • running
  • at
  • a
  • very
  • fast
  • clip?”
  • He
  • nodded
  • toward
  • the
  • distance.“Daphne
  • Paddington…except
  • she
  • was
  • married
  • recently…no
  • matter…I
  • hope
  • her
  • guard
  • survives,”
  • she
  • chuckled,
  • turning
  • toward
  • the
  • back
  • entrance
  • to
  • the
  • lockers
  • and
  • indoor
  • gym.
  • “I’m
  • sorry
  • if
  • I
  • interrupted
  • your
  • run.”“I
  • had
  • just
  • about
  • finished,”
  • he
  • lied
  • smoothly,
  • leaving
  • off
  • the
  • curiosity
  • that
  • had
  • him
  • ending
  • his
  • morning
  • ritual
  • a
  • little
  • sooner.
  • “Why
  • does
  • your
  • friend
  • require
  • a
  • guard?”Rose
  • sighed,
  • one
  • palm
  • up
  • and
  • rubbing
  • over
  • her
  • neck.“Escaped
  • stalker
  • who
  • didn’t
  • like
  • being
  • rejected,”
  • she
  • said
  • quietly.
  • “It’s
  • been
  • a
  • long
  • month…I
  • know
  • it’s
  • bothering
  • her.
  • She
  • runs
  • more
  • when
  • she’s
  • stressed.
  • Vlad,
  • her
  • husband,
  • he’s
  • not
  • a
  • runner
  • at
  • all.
  • Me,
  • I’m
  • sticking
  • to
  • pools,
  • rowing,
  • weights
  • and
  • racquet
  • ball.”“Are
  • you
  • visiting
  • the
  • resort
  • long?”
  • He
  • found
  • himself
  • asking
  • as
  • they
  • entered
  • the building.
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