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of Irish and Scottish. His voice was beautiful, lulling in
combination with the thrumming of the car’s engine; I drifted in and out of
sleep. During my waking moments he surprised me with quite a few jokes, though
I can’t recall any of them. I’m very bad at that under normal circumstances,
but I was finding myself charmed by him, his stories and jokes. It seemed as
though he was trying very hard to take my mind off of what had occurred.
     
     
    We
stopped just north of San Francisco for an actual bite to eat, both of us
completely sick of ‘car food’. I couldn’t imagine wanting to eat beef jerky or
potato chips for quite some time.
    “I’m going to freshen up. I’ll meet you
at the table.” I informed him. Nine hours ago this would have been met with an
oblique glance of suspicion, but we’d passed that point of mistrust. He had
questioned me the first time I’d needed a pit stop, but what was he going to
do, follow me into the ladies loo and watch? Well,
almost, but not quite.
    Instead, he had decided on waiting
outside the door, after determining that there were no windows for me to escape
through.
    We’d begun this journey with some trust
issues, but I think they had narrowed down a bit. After all, as I’d told him
rather simply, where was I going to go? I no longer had a home to go to, or a
family or friends I could confide in. Everything and everyone was no longer
accessible to this life.
    At our first rest stop, gas, and snack
fill-up, I had purchased some necessary items. So I took the opportunity to
brush my teeth, and fix my hair—and touch up my makeup—I don’t know why I was bothering
with my makeup. Why was I? Ok! He was cute. Way beyond cute.
    And he was charming and funny.
    And had the most awesome voice.
    And oh, how I wish I’d met him some
other time or under better circumstances, like that trip to Ireland that I’d
always dreamed of taking.
    I stopped applying my lip balm and gazed
at myself in the mirror, and sighed. What did he think of me like this? What
did he think of me at all? How did he get assigned to me and why were we going
all the way to Seattle? He had told me nothing; had steered clear of any
conversation regarding the incident and what was going to happen— and why he
was so disturbed by the way I looked.
    Did he like the way I looked? I shook my
head. Stop thinking like that! You’re his job. He’s only doing his job….but
he’s so cute and funny and sexy and smells so good and he’s so cute…
    I was beginning to think that spending
so many hours locked in a car travelling with him, perhaps had not been the
wisest choice of whoever was in charge of this mess.
    I closed my bag, giving myself one last
glance as I left the ladies room.
    I had intended to be more resolute and
defy his charms, to ignore the tingling sensation in my head every time he
glanced at me, to eat in silence quickly and get back on the road. But Liam had
other plans. He’d bought a deck of cards and rallied me into playing a round of
black jack for a ‘kitty’ of mini Jolly Rancher candies— which were mostly wild
cherry, my fave—while we ate our patty melts and fries.
    He had me laughing again. And more than
once our fingers brushed when reaching for our winnings, causing a not all
together unpleasant electric thrill to run up my spine.
    “I have questions Liam,” I said very
bluntly while shuffling the cards, hoping to cash in on the playful moment we
were in. “I want to know why this happened to me. Why am I supposed to be this
Coimhdeacht? What is that even? I need you to explain all of this to me better.
I think I’ve been pretty patient with waiting. Why were you sent to get me and
why do I have to be in Seattle? Why was I chosen? Why did I have to die?” I
whispered the last.
    He cut short, pulling several bills from
his wallet and fixed his eyes on at me, his face suddenly impassive “I can’t
tell you anymore than I already have. I’m not allowed to, that’s