’ The redhead had mixed feelings over the beautiful blonde, although she couldn’t deny the poker player’s beauty. Dressed in her signature black..., her dark sunglasses were pushed up into her golden blonde hair like a headband as she wheeled her bag through the Rio’s front doors. It was rumoured that she’d been involved with another of the final nine: Daniel Stone. Of course that man’s name would come up at the sight of Holly. Or of the mention of poker. Or of any private party she’d ever had at. Marcia decidedthat was close enough. She was already rapidly losing confidence in herability to control the situation, or even hold her own."I didn't abandon you. What I think, though, is that you want to thinkthat I abandoned you. I think that's become a part of your identity,it's something you're using to define yourself. To defend yourselfagainst the complexity of the truth. You are the little-girl-who-was-abandoned. And I'm the nearest closest safest target of the anger youfeel about that.. "There is a round of vocal approval and the clapping of hands from the group, which includes the seven from the barricades."Before we all go patting ourselves on the back, have the detours been removed?"Again, it is Jake."Yes, I grabbed my pickup and took three of the guys to remove and return the barricades to their storage areas. I don't think anyone noticed they were gone but even if they did, we returned them; they will have a hard time explaining the loss of something that is back where it. ‘I’d rather risk permanent hip damage,’ she said, narrowing her eyes at Alex. To her dismay, he merely chuckled and started for the door. ‘You might as well get dressed,’ he said over his shoulder. ‘I’ll be waiting outside.’ As the door shut, Holly grabbed the pillow from behind her head, placed it over her face, and screamed with all her might. * Alex hailed a taxi, aware that Holly stood slightly behind him with her scratched up helmet in her hand, and was pointedly looking anywhere but at.