Hi guys! Thank you for your thoughts on the last chapter! Chapter 10 is below!
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Chapter 10
The autumn day was unseasonably warm, Geet noticed, as she climbed behind Neil into the backseat of Maan’s electric vehicle. After buckling his seat belt, Neil stared out the window. “Miss Geet, some trees can live for thousands of years. And some dinosaurs ate them.”
“Interesting,” Geet commented, tapping her chin as Maan glided his car down the street. “Do you think you could eat a tree? I bet you could!”
“Nooo!” Neil cried, bursting into laughter again. Geet smiled and caught Maan looking at her in the rear-view mirror. “Yes, sir?” she asked pointedly.
Maan shook his head and drove on. Neil continued to pepper the silence with various science trivia. *This kid is going to grow up to be a millionaire,* Geet thought, genuinely impressed.
Fifteen minutes later, Maan pulled up in front of a house that was smaller than his own but still a mansion. Maan’s brother was clearly successful in whatever line of business he was in. *Hopefully not a gang,* Geet thought desperately. Even though she had just met him, the thought of Neil being in danger was almost too much to bear.
“Okay, champ,” Maan said, turning around in the front seat. “I’ll see you next time.”
“Goodbye, Uncle Maan.” Neil stuck out his small hand to Geet. “Thank you for watching me, Miss Geet,” he said, his voice serious. “You are very nice and beetle-full.”
“I think you mean ‘beautiful,’” Maan commented dryly.
Ignoring Maan, Geet accepted Neil’s handshake and placed her own hand on top of his. “Thank you, sweetheart,” she said warmly. “It was very nice to meet you, too. I loved learning so much today from you. I’ll --” She almost said, *I’ll see you again soon,* but that wouldn’t be accurate, would it? Not when she hopefully would escape soon . . . .
Maan and Geet watched Neil walk up the driveway and ring the doorbell, waiting patiently until a woman in a housekeeper’s uniform finally opened the door. He turned back to wave, and Geet felt her heart swell as she waved back.
As Maan maneuvered back onto the main road, awkward silence filled the car until Geet couldn’t help but blurt out, “Is it really a good idea to babysit a child in *your* house? Where there’s a gun?”
Maan flicked his eyes to the rear-view mirror again. “I would never put my nephew in danger. I lock up all weapons before he comes over.”
“You have more than one gun?” Geet dug her fingers anxiously into her seat belt strap.
Reaching over to turn on the satellite radio, Maan ignored her.
Geet thought of Neil and his sweet chuckles. She unbuckled her seat belt and reached over the console to turn off the radio. “I’m serious, sir.”
Maan pulled over to the shoulder of the road. He turned off the car, twisting back in his seat as his eyes shot daggers at her. “When I first met you in the alley, you were so scared to speak you fainted. Now you won’t be quiet!”
“Neil is just an innocent little boy,” Geet protested. “I can’t believe his parents even allow him to come over!”
“His parents separated two years ago,” Maan said shortly. “And his dad fought for full custody even though he has no time for Neil. He almost never gets to see his mother. It’s good for Neil to spend time with people who love him.”
Geet’s mouth dropped open. That poor child. Plus, *love*? Like Maan could ever love anyone. “You didn’t spend any time with Neil today except for driving him back home." She tried to keep an accusatory tone out of her voice but failed. “And doesn’t Pinky usually babysit him instead of you?”
Maan stared at her. “Miss Handa,” he said slowly, “I’ve disciplined many, many people for talking back to me.”
Standing her ground, Geet attempted to ignore the fear kindling inside of her. “You said you were never violent with women,” she pointed out.
“That's true, but don’t rile me up just because I said that,” he snapped.
Flopping back against her seat, Geet shook her head and stared out the window. A few moments later, Maan re-started the car. The journey home was quiet while Geet boiled inside. She wondered how she could help Neil, how she could --
Geet lost her train of thought once she heard Maan utter a long, low curse as he pulled up to his house. It didn’t take long for Geet to figure out why: A police cruiser was idling in Maan’s driveway.
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Edited by kumari3 - 4 years ago