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Laura Cadman enjoyed living on the edge. The thrill of the chase, the adrenaline that coursed through her veins like wildfire whenever she or the team she was on got into a tight spot, the way the breath would hitch in her chest when she'd defuse a bomb, firing back at Wraiths, dealing with top secret nuclear issues that would have scared the pants off of the regular American citizen... Laura loved it all. She practically lived for a challenge. She would, some days, crave it.
But today Laura wasn't just living on the edge. It was more like she had been shoved over it and was now free falling with a faulty parachute she had to figure out how to jerryrig before the ground came up and splattered her face off.
Since Laura had put herself in this situation, there really wasn't anyone to blame but herself. All she could do was question why in the hell everything was going to horribly wrong.
Having wedged herself firmly into the life of Robbie Turner because she felt had felt sorry for him when his wife disappeared, leaving him with twin infant boys, Laura had looked after the babies a few times in the past two months. Will and Heath were adorable and fun to watch, although she didn't really think that at this very moment.
Today the boys were cranky. Maybe they were missing their mother or maybe they just would have rather hung around while their dad worked on the cottage. Whatever the reason, nothing Laura did in attempts to placate them seemed to be working. If she'd get one to stop wailing, the other would cry louder which would, in turn, scare the one that had just stopped, prompting him to start up again. It was a vicious, vicious cycle. Laura was beginning to think that having a Wraith suck the life out of her would have been more fun.
She paced around the playground, one of the boys lounging on the blanket she'd spread out, his chubby cheeks streaked with tears, the other hiccuping in her arms as she attempted to sing to him under her breath.
But today Laura wasn't just living on the edge. It was more like she had been shoved over it and was now free falling with a faulty parachute she had to figure out how to jerryrig before the ground came up and splattered her face off.
Since Laura had put herself in this situation, there really wasn't anyone to blame but herself. All she could do was question why in the hell everything was going to horribly wrong.
Having wedged herself firmly into the life of Robbie Turner because she felt had felt sorry for him when his wife disappeared, leaving him with twin infant boys, Laura had looked after the babies a few times in the past two months. Will and Heath were adorable and fun to watch, although she didn't really think that at this very moment.
Today the boys were cranky. Maybe they were missing their mother or maybe they just would have rather hung around while their dad worked on the cottage. Whatever the reason, nothing Laura did in attempts to placate them seemed to be working. If she'd get one to stop wailing, the other would cry louder which would, in turn, scare the one that had just stopped, prompting him to start up again. It was a vicious, vicious cycle. Laura was beginning to think that having a Wraith suck the life out of her would have been more fun.
She paced around the playground, one of the boys lounging on the blanket she'd spread out, his chubby cheeks streaked with tears, the other hiccuping in her arms as she attempted to sing to him under her breath.