19. Seeing Her Again

The sleek blue BMW was easy to notice in the filled car park. The colour was simply arresting. It looked to have been made out of lapis-lazuli itself.

He watched as it waited, its engine purring gently. Was she going to come out? Or would she remain waiting in the car? A thought occurred to him somewhere in his mind that he was behaving like a teenage boy out meeting his date — more like perving on her in this case. Only she wasn't his date. And he was no schoolboy.

Just as he was going to look away, a blonde girl darted to the car, her hair in a high ponytail that swung gently from side to side as she walked.

Ah, Naima.

The kid made a face at the smoked glass and went to open the backseat door. Channing smiled at this then quickly snapped out of it, was he developing a liking for the kid too? But still, he wondered how it'd feel if he were her father.

Okay, Chan, snap break.

He returned his thoughts to the mother and almost groaned in frustration. Was she not going to come out?

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