Marianne K. Martin - Dance in the Key of Love by Marianne K. Martin

Author:Marianne K. Martin
Language: es
Format: mobi
Published: 2011-12-03T03:05:59+00:00

Chapter 21

Paige rang the doorbell of Marissa’s house for the third time. Just because Evan told her to use the emergency key if she had to didn’t make it any easier to do. It felt way too much like breaking and entering someone’s house when you know they are home. She was going to be an unwelcome intruder regardless of how she looked at it. She reached for the bell one more time when she heard the turn of the lock.

The grateful feeling that she didn’t have to use the key was quickly extinguished by Marissa’s greeting. “Oh, good. The second half of the baby-sitting squad is here.” She turned her chair briskly and wheeled away from the door.

Paige followed her without a response.

“Don’t bother to check the garbage,” Marissa continued, “Evan wouldn’t leave until I ate his idea of breakfast.”

“I wasn’t going to check anything, Marissa. What you do or don’t do is your business. I’m here to learn whatever I can to help Evan with the show.”

Marissa whirled around to face Paige. “And just what is it that you think you can do to help with my show?”

Her tone was unmistakably indignant and condescending. Paige was tempted to match it, but resisted. “I don’t know, Marissa, maybe nothing.”

Marissa turned her chair and wheeled down the hall and into the dance room.

Paige followed, stopping abruptly just inside the doorway when Marissa whirled the chair around again to face her.

Marissa gestured with her arm toward the center of the room as she stared coldly at Paige without a word.

“This is a fine room,” Paige said. She looked uncomfortably around the room, then reluctantly brought her eyes back to Marissa.

Marissa continued her icy stare until Paige pulled her eyes away, then asked, “So, what is it you think you can do to help me?”

“Well, Evan thought—”

“I know what Evan thinks.”

Paige matched the icy stare with her own, stoic and unreadable, but it didn’t deter Marissa. “Is he paying you?

“Yes, he is.”

Marissa nodded as though it was the expected answer. “The opportunist strikes again.”

The reference was as obvious as it was inexcusably wrong. And it was all Paige could take. “If you’ve got something to say to me, you’d better say it now—this’ll be your last chance to do it.”

Marissa seemed stunned, unable to respond.

“Go ahead,” Paige quipped. “Get it out there … What? You gonna hold it for another four years? Ten? Forever? Say it.”

“Yeah. Okay. I’ll say it. I don’t like you. I don’t like your arrogance, or your presumption that you have anything I need.” She spat her words with more energy than she had exhibited in weeks. “You’re a street dancer, a bar dancer. You know nothing about sacrifice and discipline, and I doubt you ever will. You ramble through life, no aims, no goals, no commitments, wasting God-given talents like they were cheap giveaway prizes. It makes me sick to my stomach. I can’t stand being around you.”

Paige waited, eyes unflinching from a cold stare, until she was sure the barrage had ended.

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