What?â
âMaguireâ¦I can tell you why people didnât notice what was wrong with Tommy. People in my field are programmed, weâre trained, to work with the problems that we understand the children to have. Most of the classes are understaffed and underfundedâbut thatâs not the whole problem. Money never is.â
âMoney never is? How can you be an American and think money isnât the solution to every problem? But go on. I have to hear where youâre going with this.â
âWellâ¦this is the thing. We have some great programs for special kids. But we also miss things because we have to be concerned with the diagnosis of whatâs wrong. No child totally fits a pattern. Even a child with limited IQ can have spots when heâs brilliant. Even a child with a definite diagnosis can have other sides to his health, his character, that arenât defined by whatâs wrong with him. Iâd like to take that to D.C.â
âOkay. Now youâre starting to scare me.â
âOh, I realize I donât have the power to do anything myself. Butâ¦I do have money now. I could bring some of the best minds together on my dollar. Look at the best of programs we have, how to work with the multiple dimensions of each child. Being an advocate for special kids⦠I could actually do that. With some money and some power. I could actually makea difference at a higher level than just an individual classroom.â
Maguire shifted, straightened up. âAll right. I admit it. I didnât dream youâd get here this fast. Youâre starting to get it, how you can carve out your own life, now, arenât you? Youâre revving your own engine. This is a good idea.â
âIâm a smart girl, Maguire. You doubted I would come up with good ideas?â
âI never doubted you were smart. I worried that the piranhas out there had beaten you down.â He reached out a hand.
She took it.
âReady to head back to the hotel? Weâve had a long day.â
They had, but her heart was suddenly thrumming to bluesy rhythms. Maguire might not know it, but his evening wasnât completely over yet.
Chapter Seven
B ack at the hotel, an open-gated elevator sent them to the third floor. Maguire could see that she was beat. Heâd wanted her to have that kind of whirlwind dayâso busy she didnât have time to dwell on fears or worries, but not so crazy that sheâd get over-exhausted.
This hotel, like others in Monaco, went over the top on gilt and opulence. Not Maguireâs choice of decors, but heâd be looking for the kind of place where Carolinaâd feel pampered. The screw-up earlier in the day had been corrected. He plucked her key, 3543, opened her door and stepped in a foot, just to make sure the setup was correct.
The peach satin spread was turned down, a spray of Russian chocolates on the pillow, a dressing gown laid out. A light in the bathroom gleamed on the marble floor; soft lamplight pooled a welcoming glow by her bed. Two dozen peach roses spilled from an ivory vase. A basket of goodiesâwine, cheese, fruit, snacksâwas tucked on the far table.
Yes. All as ordered. Maguire backed out a step. âOkay, you. To sleepâfor as long as you want to sleep. Iâm in the next room, 3544.â
Carolina raised her eyebrows. âYouâre not in a suite with me this time?â
Maguire had gotten smarter in direct proportion to her becoming more dangerous. âIâm right next door, and thereâs a connecting door between us thatâs locked on both sides. If you need me, Iâm a knock away. But I donât think you need anyone hovering close the way I was before.â
âYou do think Iâm stronger,â she said with a tone of satisfaction.
âI do. But you donât need setbacks.â And he didnât need to be any closer to that lithe body draped in black that
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