6.00 am
Port of Baltimore
Northern Star - Ponte external
The ship was docked in port a few minutes. A light breeze was blowing on shore, rippling the surface of the sea. Ryan watched the sailors who settled the moorings, intrigued by the mysterious life of those people. Some hubs swept the bridge, accompanied by screams raucous seagulls. Several times he had asked what kind of life she wanted to lead, if fate had not chosen to be an athlete. The sea life attracted him, smelled of adventure and women from the flanks reassuring, happy to wait for their men at home.
"Would you tell me why you do it?" Said Becky with his elbows leaning on the railing, next to Ryan.
Her red curls were blown by the wind and his face was bright as not seen him for some time. She was barefoot and bare legs sticking out two huge jacket he had lent to Michael for mascherarsi.
“E tu perché hai mentito, coprendo Jusupov?” ribatté Ryan deciso a mettere le carte in tavola.
“Di cosa parli?”
“Cavic e Catherine sono d’accordo con me e quando siamo andati in Messico per parlare con Garcia noi…”
Rebecca trasalì di rabbia.
“Sei uno stupido! Questa storia non vi riguarda!” gridò furious beating his fists on his chest. "What do you think will happen now? Just because you push me in his arms do you think he can forgive me? Do you think it's so easy to put things right? "
Ryan did not know what to say.
"I have doped, instead get over it!"
Ryan stopped the wrists. "Okay, but Lersik asked you to do it," growled the increasing close. "Becky, listen ..." he said trying to reason with her, "You can not continue to lie to yourself, and even Michael can do it. You love him. "
A mocking smile on the lips went up. "Really clever, Lochte agent" jeered, clapping her hands.
expression suddenly became cynical.
"Love is not enough."
7.00 am
Northern Star - 27 cab
When Michael opened his eyes, the handsome stranger with whom he had spent the evening was already ; vanished, like the shadows of masked Halloween night.
Between the Sheets found a wig and blacks, under the mask of lace, a card folded in two.
"Do not throw your life, you deserve more the one I gave you. "
8.00 am
Baltimore
Apartment Rebecca Harvey
He put the key in the lock and gently, without making too much noise, went into the house. He walked on tiptoe to his room.
He undressed and put on a sequined apparel shirt crumpled the swim team at St. Mary, that almost touched his knees. He ran the water in the kitchen and washed her face to wipe the makeup.
He rummaged in her bag looking for the phone and quickly typed a text message.
"We need to talk. Friday at 15, the Walter Art Gallery.
He went into Alec's room and lay down beside him, and surround shoulders with one arm.
"Becca?" He murmured with closed eyes turning over under the duvet.
"Sleep, baby. Today, no training, "he whispered gently rocking. Although they had no blood ties loved him as his own son. He would never allow anyone to separate them. Alec was the center of his life and could not think of another living being that could involve her so completely.
He stroked her belly with one hand, emotion, remembering that feeling heat. And without a clear understanding of the reason he began to cry. He felt that that night would forever remain in her. Something that Michael could not take back and that would have tied them over their fears.
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