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mind. “I’m doing interviews…”
    She let out a long sigh and suddenly the weariness was back in her voice again. “You know I worry…”
    “I know you do but really I’m fine, I’ll be home before you know it…”
    She sighed again. “I love you, Sam. Be safe.”
    “You too, Mom.”
    He clicked the phone off before she had a chance to say goodbye. It was sort of a superstition that he had developed. The last person he had said goodbye to had never come back.
    Sam rammed his cell phone back into his pocket. It sounded pathetic when he thought about it. Who the hell couldn’t say goodbye? It was like something from one of those bad soppy movies that his mom liked to watch. He could imagine some overly dramatic hero proclaiming his inability to say the words. Something tragic happened in his past to stunt his emotional growth.
    As he shoved his hand deep into the pocket of his jeans he winced. His hand stung something terrible. He regretted punching the wall, it was stupid and how the hell was he supposed to explain it away? It would make him look like some really tough, rough guy and that really wasn’t the type of impression he wanted to give.
    Although Natasha was gone he could still see the smile on her face. He could still see the look in her eyes that made him want to see her again. He wanted to see her smile. He wanted to see if he could make her smile. What would her eyes do if did? Would they light up? Would she shake that deep sadness that seemed to invade every cell of her body? She intrigued him.
    He kept walking, his legs taking him back to the bar where he would finally put his plan into action. And even though it was wrong. And even though he would have preferred to meet her under normal circumstances… It didn’t change the fact that he was looking forward to it…
    But if she ever found out?
    The thought slapped him in the face and made his stomach flop around uncomfortably. It just wasn’t something that could afford to happen… She could never find out the real reason he was here… The real reason he was engineering their meeting… It was something that could ruin everything.
    He wondered if she would see straight through him. Would she know? Sam had no doubts about his abilities to convince her of whatever he wanted. But a healthy dose of nerves was always a positive sign. It meant that he wasn’t being overly confident. It lowered the risk of making mistakes.
    He pushed open the door of the bar and took a seat where he could see everyone who came and went. It was the perfect vantage point. The bar was half empty but he knew that in a few short hours the place would be full. And then she would be here…
    He brushed his hand back through his hair and sat back against the wall, his eyes closed. All he could do now was wait. And it was creepy and made him want to put a halt to this whole thing… But his hands were tied. He would do whatever he had to in order to get what he needed. As uncomfortable as all of this made him he would do his job… All he could hope was that he didn’t get caught up in Natasha’s web.

 
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
    CHAPTER THREE
     
    Natasha
     
    Standing in front of the mirror with my hair plastered to my face I attempted to apply my make-up. It didn’t seem to matter how often I brushed it back from my face, the one place it wanted to be was right where I wanted to put the mascara wand.
    The phone rang making me jump and I jammed the mascara wand straight into the corner of my eye. It stung, my eye watering leaving a long trail of black tears down my cheek. I looked like one of those gothic style pictures, or was that emo? I couldn’t really remember. Things were constantly changing, always being renamed into something so much more ‘now’.
    Whimpering I dabbed at my face with a wet face cloth and made my way from the bathroom back into my bedroom. The phone sat beside my bed, continuing to shrill its little heart out as I