Page 152 of Silent Scream
Bryant shook his head. ‘Nah, just so we can tell them apart for now.’
‘What about the mum?’
‘She’ll be staying with me. She’s only four and the vet estimates she’s had three litters already. Her work is done.’
For a second, just a fleeting second, Kim had the urge to hug this bear of a man with the warmest of hearts. He was her colleague and her one true friend.
But she let the moment pass.
He stepped off the bar stool. ‘So, I’ll cut to the real reason for my visit. It is finished, isn’t it?’
‘Yes, Bryant, it’s finished.’
He rubbed his hands. ‘Can I, can I, can I?’
Kim laughed at his childish excitement.
He darted through the adjoining door to the garage.
She took the cakes and emptied them into the bin. She immersed the cake tin into hot soapy water.
Bryant returned to the doorway. ‘Umm ... Kim, it’s not there.’
‘Oh really, how about that?’
He leaned against the door frame with his arms folded. ‘You sold it, didn’t you?’
Kim said nothing.
Bryant was deflated, confused. ‘But you loved that bike like a child. You’ve been working towards riding the damn thing for months. I just don’t get it. It meant the world to you.’
‘You know, Bryant, some things just mean more.’
She wiped the cake tin and put it away. Bryant’s expression was puzzled. He didn’t understand.
But Kim did ? and that was all that mattered.
