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she was playing golf, Katie's school had attempted to
contact her father – also without result, it seemed. Calls to his direct line
went to voice mail. Calls through his office were blocked.
    "You
tell him from me," Marcy finally snapped at the man's receptionist,
"that if he doesn't answer this phone right now his ex-wife is going to
come right over there and make a scene. A really big and unpleasant
scene."
    These
magic words apparently worked because shortly after, Mike heard a one sided
conversation as Marcy spoke to her ex. She told him about Katie's accident, and
that their little girl had broken her arm. Right now Marcy was on the way to
the hospital to see her.
    "I
am not calling you to ask for money," Marcy said calmly, yet her brow had
darkened with suppressed anger. "I am calling to inform you and to ask you
to please come and visit her. I know that she'll be asking for you." Marcy
took a deep breath and rolled her eyes.
    "Trent,
she is your child, too," she said, her voice becoming heated.
    The
conversation moved on like this for a bit with Marcy cajoling and entreating
and the ex putting her off and obviously giving her some excuse, telling her
that he was too busy or something to see his daughter.
    Mike
was beginning to burn inside with a now urgent desire to drive over and beat
the shit out of the stupid prick.
    "Fine,"
Marcy finally shouted, her temper breaking. "You obviously have a lot on
your plate. Go enjoy that important V.I.P. charity dinner and create your links
to possible future clients - I don’t give a damn! You are a total shit and you
don’t deserve to have a daughter anyway!" Marcy slammed her cell off
almost panting with rage.
    After
that there was only the soft purr of his BMW for a few long minutes, and the
sound of Marcy's angry breathing, which she was beginning to get under control.
    Mike
hated feeling powerless. But what could he do? What could he say? He couldn't imagine
any words that would console her. He had expected tears, but instead Marcy just
remained stiff and white lipped. Mike thought that he might have almost
preferred tears.
    Marcy
finally broke the silence. "I'm sorry."
    "What
for?"
    "For
losing my temper, for swearing and screaming."
    "No
problem. The guy sounds like a real dick. You want me to go and knock some
sense into him?"
    Marcy
swallowed, and gave him a tight smile. "Thanks. That's a very attractive
offer. Right now I could almost take you up on it. I just know that Katie will
ask if her father is coming to visit her now that she has hurt herself. That is
a given. And what will I say? Probably 'daddy is busy.' It's what I always say."
    Mike
stopped at a stop light, and slanted Marcy a look. Her hands were tightly
gripped in her lap, and she had gone very pale. Concerned, he shifted
restlessly in his seat.  
    Marcy
sighed. "Trent said he would call her tomorrow, but he will probably 'forget'
just as he always does."
    "Has
he always been like this with Katie?"
    Marcy
shrugged. "It's probably my fault…"
    "What?"
Mike interrupted her before she could continue. "No way!" he said,
slamming his open palm onto the steering wheel and making a loud bang.
"You are not one of those women, who blame themselves for
everything, are you? I don't believe it. Tell me that is not who you are."
    The
light changed and Mike viciously stepped on the gas. He was surprised how angry
he was. He really liked this woman. It was going to piss him off if he found
that she was a doormat for her shithead ex. Why did some women do that? Make
excuses for assholes? And worse take responsibility for things that were not their
fault?
    When
Mike turned his head to look at her, his stress levels instantly lowered. Amusement
glittered in Marcy pretty brown eyes. She was smiling at him. A flood of relief
soothed through him.
    Marcy
understood his anger.
    The
feisty woman had threatened her ex that she would make a public scene. She had also
forced the jerk to talk to her. Marcy was no doormat, and she