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an itch to see the ones I'd taken of Mason.
I placed a 3x5 piece of photo paper on
the easel and moved the film toward the end where his shots would
be. I froze. I stared dumbfounded at the blank place where that
amazing body should've been. I took the film out again and held it
up to the red light. All of them were close-up and far-away shots
of landscapes. I lowered the film and shook my head. I knew I had
used that camera. It couldn't be a bad roll of film; there were
other shots on it. I was going to be pissed if there was something
wrong with my camera.
I left the darkroom and grabbed a new
roll of film from my storage cabinet. I quickly loaded it, and then
took a few pictures of the scene where Mason had been sitting. It
didn't have to be perfect; I didn't really have a subject. I just
wanted to know what the hell had happened to those
shots.
I ran back through my darkroom door
and secured myself inside. I unloaded the new film and held it up
to the red light. The shots were there, all five of
them.
What the hell? I shook my head in
disgust. For some reason, I really wanted a picture of him. I
wanted to look at his face. The mental picture I had of him was
fading far too quickly.
Maybe, for the first time in my life,
I was trying to get attached to someone. I wouldn't have the chance
if I didn't make a believer out of Adam. I moaned, and turned the
red and amber light off on the way out of the darkroom.
I got my pj's out that I would wear to
bed and started my bath water. I had left the towel I had used at
the hospital in Mason's truck. He promised he would return it for
me. I hadn't even had a brush to de-tangle my hair, so I was having
a bad hair day on top of everything else that had happened. That
was the least of my worries, but I still didn't feel clean. I lit
the candles around the big tub and turned the lights
out.
I eased into the water to soak my sore
muscles. It looked as though Coen had not cured everything that had
been wrong with me. I would have paid him the same as I did my
massage therapist, more even. I sipped my White Zen and
relaxed.
I heard a loud pop and my eyes shot
open to see a man I didn't know standing in my bathroom staring at
me. I let out a scream that would wake the dead. He laughed and
lowered the lid of the toilet seat to sit down.
"Who are you, and why the hell are you
in my bathroom with me while I'm naked!?" I said as I quickly
grabbed a towel to cover myself.
The man rolled his eyes and shook his
head. He was attractive for an older guy. He wasn't old, but he was
way older than me, mid forties maybe. What the hell was he doing
here sitting on my toilet seat? Pervert maybe?
"Have you made any progress?" As soon
as I heard his voice, I knew he had to be Coen.
"Coen?" he nodded once and I
continued. "Well, no, not exactly. He thinks I'm a fruitcake." He
turned his head to the side and gave me a puzzled look. I rolled my
eyes. "He thinks I'm crazy. I mean, what would you think if I told
you that I'd talked to your guardian angel and he sent me to give
you a message? Wouldn't you think that would be a little
strange?"
He shook his head, with the confused
look still on his handsome face. "No, I wouldn't think that strange
at all, Kendra. I talk to my guardian angel nearly every day. If
she needed you to give me a message, I believe she would ask you
to."
I sighed and then slumped down in the
tub even further, getting my dry towel all wet. "Well, it's not
easy for me to explain to someone I've never met, if he doesn't
start believing in God within the next week, I am going to die. Do
you have any suggestions?" I huffed.
He shrugged. "Maybe if you
concentrated on Adam instead of letting the young Mason woo you,
you might find the answers for yourself."
That pissed me off, but he was right.
It still pissed me off though. Nobody wants their mistakes shoved
back in their face. "Mason was nice to me, Adam wasn't,
Coen."
"My child, I never said that it would
be easy, only that it
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