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Loving Evangeline
Loving Evangeline (Chapter Four)
Evie stuck her head out the door. "Jason!" she bellowed at her fourteen-year-old nephew. "Stop horsing around. Now!"
"Aw, okay," he grudgingly replied, and Evie pulled her head back inside, though she kept an eye on him, anyway. She adored the kid but never forgot that he was just a kid, with an attention span that leaped around like a flea and all the ungovernable energy and awkwardness that went with early adolescence. Her niece, Paige, was content to sit inside with her, in the air-conditioning, but a couple of Jason's buddies had come by, and now they were out on the docks, clowning around. Evie expected any or all of the boys to fall into the water at any time.
"They're so jerky," Paige said with all the disdain a thirteen-year-old could muster, which was plenty.
Evie smiled at her. "They'll improve with age."
"They'd better," Paige said ominously. She pulled her long, coltish legs up into the rocking chair and returned to the young-adult romance she was reading. She was a beautiful girl, Evie thought, studying the delicate lines of the young face, which still wore some of the innocence of childhood. Paige had dark hair, like her father, and a classic bone structure that would only improve with age. Jason was more outgoing than his sister, but then, Jason was more outgoing than just about everyone.
A boat idled into the marina and pulled up to the gas pumps. Evie went outside to take care of her customers, two young couples who had already spent too much time on the water, judging by their sunburns. After they had paid and left, she checked on Jason and his friends again, but for the time being they were ambling along one of the docks and refraining from any rough horseplay. Knowing teenage boys as she did, she didn't expect that state of affairs to last long.
The day was another scorcher. She glanced up at the white sun in the cloudless sky; no chance of rain to cool things off. Though she had been outside for only a few minutes, she could already feel her hair sticking to the back of her neck as she opened the door to the office and stepped inside. How could the boys stand even being outside in this heat, much less doing anything as strenuous as their energetic clowning around?
She paused as she entered, momentarily blinded by the transition from bright sunlight into relative dimness. Paige was chatting with someone, her eager tone unusual in a girl who was normally quiet except with family members. Evie could see a man standing in front of the counter, but it was another minute before her vision cleared enough for her to make out his lean height and the width of his shoulders. She still couldn't see his features clearly, but nevertheless a tiny alarm of recognition tingled through her, and she drew a controlled breath. "Mr. Cannon."
"Hello." His pale green gaze slipped downward, leisurely examined her legs, which were exposed today, because the heat had been so oppressive that she had worn shorts. The once-over made her feel uncomfortable, and she slipped behind the counter to ring up the gas sale and put the money in the cash drawer.
"What may I do for you?" she asked, without looking at him. She was aware of Paige watching them with open interest, alerted perhaps by the difference in Evie's manner from the way she usually treated customers.
He ignored the distance in her tone. "I've brought my boat." He paused. "You do still have an available slip?"
"Of course." Business was business, Evie thought. She opened a drawer and pulled out a rental agreement. "If you'll complete this, I'll show you to your slip. When you were here the other day, did you see any particular location that you'd like?"
He glanced down at the sheet in his hand. "No, any one of them will do," he absently replied as he rapidly read the agreement. It was straightforward and simple, stating the rental fee and outlining the rules. At the bottom of the sheet was a place for two signatures, his and hers. "Is there an extra copy?" he asked, the businessman in him balking at signing something without keeping a record of it.
She shrugged and pulled out an extra copy of the rental agreement, took the one he held from his hands and slipped a sheet of carbon paper between the two sheets. Briskly she stapled them together and handed them back to him. Controlling a smile, Robert swiftly filled out the form, giving his name and address and how long he intended to rent the slip. Then he signed at the bottom, returned the forms to her and pulled out his wallet. The small sign taped to the counter stated that the marina accepted all major credit cards, so he removed one and laid it on the counter. She still didn't look at him as she prepared a credit-card slip. Robert watched her with well-hidden greed. In the three days since he'd first met her, he had decided that she couldn't possibly have been as lovely as he had first thought or have such an impact on his senses. He had been wrong. From the moment he had entered the marina and watched her through the plate-glass window as she pumped gas, tension had twisted his guts until he could barely breathe. She was still as sleek and golden and sensual as a pagan goddess, and he wanted her.
He had accomplished a lot in those three days. In addition to making the first chess move with Mercer, he had bought a boat, a car and a house on the river. It had taken two days for the dealership to rig the boat, but he had taken possession of the house faster than that, having moved in the afternoon before. The Realtor still hadn't recovered from his blitzing style of decision making. But Robert wasn't accustomed to being thwarted; in record time the utilities had been turned on, the paperwork completed, a cleaning service from Huntsville dragooned into giving the place a thorough cleaning, and new furniture both selected and delivered. He had also put another plan into progress, one that would force Evie Shaw and Landon Mercer into a trap.
Silently Evie handed him the credit-card slip to sign. He scrawled his signature and returned it to her just as shouts from outside made her whirl. Robert glanced out the window and saw several teenage boys roughhousing on the docks. "Excuse me," Evie said, and went over to open the door.
"They're going to get it now," Paige piped up with obvious satisfaction, getting to her knees in the rocking chair.
Just as Evie reached the door, Jason laughingly pushed one of his buddies, who immediately returned the shove, with interest. Jason had already turned away, and the motion propelled him forward; his sneakers skidded on a wet spot perilously close to the edge of the dock. His gangly arms began windmilling comically as he tried to reverse direction, but his feet shot out from under him and he flew into the air, over the water.
"Jason!"
He was too close to the dock. Evie saw it even as she raced through the door, her heart in her mouth. She heard the sickening crack as his head hit the edge of the dock. His thin body went limp in midair, and a half second later he hit the water, immediately slipping beneath the surface.
One of the boys yelled, his young voice cracking. Evie caught only a glimpse of their bewildered, suddenly terrified faces as she fought her way through the thick, overheated air. The dock looked so far away, and she didn't seem to be making any progress, even though she could feel her feet thudding on the wood. Frantically she searched the spot where Jason had gone under, but there was nothing, nothing…
She hit the water in a long, flat dive, stroking strongly for where she had last seen him. She was dimly aware of a distant splashing, but she ignored it, all her attention on reaching Jason in time. Don't let it be too late. Dear God, don't let it be too late. She could still hear the sodden thunk of his head hitting the dock. He could already be dead, or paralyzed. No. Not Jason. She refused to lose him; she couldn't lose him. She couldn't go through that again.
She took a deep breath and dived, pushing her way through the water, her desperately searching hands reaching out. Visibility in the river wasn't good; she would have to locate him mostly by touch. She reached the muddy bottom and clawed her way along it. He had to be here! There was the dark pillar of the dock, telling her that she wasn't too far away from where he had gone in.
Her lungs began to ache, but she refused to surface. That would use precious seconds, seconds that Jason didn't have.
Maybe the wave motion had washed him under the dock.
Fiercely she kicked, propelling herself into the darker water under the dock. Her groping hands swept the water in front of her. Nothing.
Her lungs were burning. The need to inhale was almost impossible to resist. Grimly she fought the impulse as she forced her way down to feel along the bottom again.
Something brushed her hand.
She grabbed, and clutched fabric. Her other hand, groping blindly, caught an arm. Using the last of her strength, she tugged her limp burden out of the shadow of the docks and feebly kicked upward. Progress was frustratingly, agonizingly slow; her lungs were demanding air, her vision fading. Dear God, had she found Jason only to drown with him, because she lacked the strength to get them to the surface?
Then strong hands caught her, gripping her ribs with bruising force, and she was propelled upward in a mighty rush. Her head broke the surface, and she inhaled convulsively, choking and gasping.
"I have you," a deep, calm voice said in her ear. "I have both of you. Just relax against me."
She could hardly do anything else. She was supported by an arm as unyielding as iron as he stroked the short distance to the dock. The boys were on their knees, reaching eager hands down toward him. "Just hold him," she heard Cannon order. "Don't try to pull him out of the water. Let me do it. And one of you go call 911."
"I already have," Evie heard Paige say, the girl's voice wavery and thin.
"Good girl." His tone changed to brisk command, the words close by her ear. "Evie. I want you to hang on to the edge of the dock. Can you do that?"
She was still gasping, unable to talk, so she nodded.
"Let go of Jason. The boys are holding him, so he'll be okay. Do it now."
She obeyed, and he placed her hands on the edge of the dock. Grimly she clung to the wood as he heaved himself out of the water. She pushed her streaming hair out of her eyes with one hand as he knelt down and slipped both hands under Jason's arms. "He might have a spinal-cord injury," she croaked.
"I know." Robert's face was grim. "But he isn't breathing. If we don't get him up here and do CPR, he won't make it."
She swallowed hard and nodded again. As gently as possible, Robert lifted Jason out of the water, the muscles in his arms and shoulders cording under the wet shirt. Evie took one agonized look at Jason's still, blue face, and then she hauled herself out of the water, using strength she hadn't known she still possessed. She collapsed on the dock beside Jason, then struggled to her knees. "Jason!"
Robert felt for a pulse in the boy's neck and located a faint throb. Relieved, he said, "He has a heartbeat," then bent over the sprawled, limp body, pinching the boy's nostrils shut and using his other hand to press on his chin, forcing his mouth open. He placed his own mouth on the chill blue lips and carefully, forcefully, blew his breath outward. The thin chest rose. Robert lifted his mouth, and the air sighed out of the boy, his chest falling again.
Evie reached out, then forced herself to draw back. She couldn't do anything that Robert wasn't already doing, and she was still so weak and shaky that she couldn't do it nearly as well. She felt as if she were choking on her pain and desperation, on the overwhelming need to do something, anything. Her ears were buzzing. She would rather die herself than helplessly watch someone else she loved slowly die before her eyes.
Robert repeated the process again and again, silently counting. Fiercely he focused on what he was doing, ignoring the terrified kids grouped around them, not letting himself think about Evie's silence, her stillness. The kid's chest was rising with each breath forced into him, meaning oxygen was getting into his lungs. His heart was beating; if he didn't have a serious head or spinal injury, he should be okay, if he would just start breathing on his own. The seconds ticked by. One minute. Two. Then abruptly the boy's chest heaved, and he began choking. Quickly Robert drew back.
Jason suddenly convulsed, rolling to his side and knocking against Evie as he choked and gagged. She lurched sideways, off balance, unable to catch herself. Robert's hand shot out across Jason to steady her, the lean fingers catching her arm and preventing her from going into the water a second time. With effortless strength, he dragged her across Jason's legs, pulling her to him.
Water streamed from Jason's nostrils and open mouth. He gulped and coughed again, then abruptly vomited up a quantity of river water.
"Thank God," Robert said quietly. "No paralysis."
"No." Evie pulled loose from his grip. Tears burned her eyes as she crouched once again by Jason's side. Gently she touched the boy, soothing him, and noticed that the back of his head was red with blood. "You'll be okay, honey," she murmured as she examined the cut. "Nothing that a few stitches won't fix." She glanced up and saw Paige's white, tear-streaked face. "Paige, get a towel for me, please. And be careful! Don't run."
Paige gulped and headed back toward the marina. She didn't exactly run, but it was close.
Jason's coughing fit subsided, and he lay exhausted on his side, gulping in air. Evie stroked his arm, repeating that he was going to be all right.
Paige returned with the towel, and gently Evie pressed it to the deep cut, stanching the flow of blood. "A-aunt Evie?" Jason croaked, his voice so hoarse it was almost soundless.
"I'm here."
"Can I sit up?" he asked, beginning to be embarrassed by me attention.
"I don't know," she replied neutrally. "Can you?"
Slowly, cautiously, he eased himself into a sitting position, but he was weak, and Robert knelt down to support him, shifting so that one strong thigh was behind Jason's back. "My head hurts," Jason groaned.
"I imagine so," Robert said in a calm, almost genial voice. "You hit it on the edge of the dock." Sirens wailed, swiftly coming closer. Jason's eyes flickered as he realized a further fuss was going to be made.
Gingerly he reached back and touched his head. Wincing, he let his hand fall to his side. "Mom's going to be peed off," he said glumly.
"Mom isn't the only one," Evie replied. "But we'll settle that between ourselves later."
He looked abashed. He tried to move away from Robert's support but didn't quite make it. Then the paramedics were there, hurrying down the dock, carrying their tackle boxes of medical equipment. Robert drew back and pulled Evie with him, giving the paramedics room to work. Paige sidled over and slipped her arms around Evie's waist, burrowing close and hiding her face against Evie's wet shirt in a child's instinctive bid for reassurance. It was a simple thing for Robert to put his arms around both of them, and Evie was too tired, too numb, to resist. She stood docilely in his embrace. His strength enfolded her; his heat comforted her. He had saved Jason's life, and maybe even her own, because she wasn't certain she could have gotten Jason to the surface without his help. If so, she would simply have drowned with him rather than let him go and try to save her own life at the expense of his.
Jason was quickly checked; then the paramedics began preparations to transport him to the hospital. "That cut will have to be stitched," one of them said to Evie. "He probably has a concussion, too, so I wouldn't be surprised if they keep him overnight, at least."
Evie stirred in Robert's embrace. "I have to call Rebecca," she said. "And I want to ride with him to the hospital."
"I'll drive you," he said, releasing her. "You'll need a way back."
"Rebecca can bring me," she said as she hurried to the office, Robert and Paige both following her inside. She reached for the phone, then halted, rubbing her forehead. "No, she'll stay with Jason. Never mind. I can drive myself."
"Of course you can," he said gently. "But you won't, because I'm driving you."
She gave him a distracted look as she dialed her sister's number. "That isn't necessary – Becky. Listen, Jason slipped on the dock and cut his head. He's going to be okay, but he needs stitches, and the paramedics are taking him to the hospital. They're leaving now. I'll meet you there. Yes, I'm bringing Paige with me. Okay. Bye."
She hung up, then lifted the receiver and dialed another number. "Craig, this is Evie. Can you take over the marina for a couple of hours? Jason's had an accident, and I'm going with him to the hospital. No, he'll be okay. Five minutes? Great. I'm leaving now."
Then, moving swiftly, she got her purse from under the counter and fished out her keys. Like lightning, Robert caught her hand and calmly removed the keys from her grasp. "You're too shaky," he said in a gentle, implacable tone. "You came close to drowning yourself. Don't fight me on this, Evie."
It was obvious that she lacked the strength to physically fight him for the keys. Frustrated, she gave in rather than waste more time. "All right."
She drove a sturdy, serviceable four-wheel-drive pickup, handy for pulling boats up a launch ramp. Paige raced ahead to scramble inside, as if afraid she would be left behind if she didn't beat them to the vehicle. Evie was only grateful that the child automatically slid to the middle of the seat, positioning herself between Evie and Robert and hastily buckling herself in.
"It's a straight shift," she blurted unnecessarily as she buckled her own seat belt.
He gave her a gentle smile as he started the engine. "I can manage."
Of course, he did more than manage. He shifted gears with the smooth expertise of someone who knew exactly what he was doing. Evie's heart gave a little thump as she tried to imagine Robert Cannon being awkward at anything.
She forced herself to watch the road, rather than him, as she gave directions to the hospital. She didn't want to look at him, didn't want to feel that primal pull deep inside her. He was dripping wet, of course, his black hair plastered to his head and his white silk shirt clinging to his muscled torso like a second skin. His leanness was deceptive; the wet shirt revealed the width of his shoulders and chest, and the smooth, steely muscles of his abdomen and back. She thought the image of him, the outline of his body, was probably branded on her mind for all eternity, as was everything else that had happened in the last fifteen minutes. Only fifteen minutes? It felt like a lifetime.
He drove fast, pulling into the hospital parking lot right behind the ambulance. The hospital was small but new, and he couldn't fault the staffs response. Jason was whisked into an examining room before Evie could reach his side to speak to him.
Firmly Robert took her arm and ushered both her and Paige to seats in the waiting area. "Sit here," he said, and though his voice was mild, that implacable tone was in it again. "I'll get coffee for us. How about you, sweetheart?" he asked Paige. "Do you want a soft drink?"
Dumbly Paige nodded, then shook her head. "May I have coffee, too, Aunt Evie?" she whispered. "I'm cold. Or maybe hot chocolate."
Evie nodded her agreement, and Robert strode to the vending machines. She put her arm around Paige and gathered her close, knowing that the girl had suffered a shock at seeing her brother almost die. "Don't worry, honey. Jason will be home by tomorrow, probably, griping about his headache and driving you up the wall."
Paige sniffed back tears. "I know. I'll get mad at him then, but right now I just want him to be okay."
"He will be. I promise."
Robert returned with three cups, one filled with hot chocolate and the other two with coffee. Evie and Paige took theirs from him, and he settled into the chair on Evie's other side. When she sipped the hot brew, she found that he had liberally dosed it with sugar. She glanced at him and found him watching her, gauging her reaction. "Drink it," he said softly. "You're a little shocky, too."
Because he was right, she obeyed without argument, folding her cold fingers around the cup in an effort to warm them. Her wet clothes were uncomfortably chilly here in the air-conditioned hospital, and she barely restrained a shiver. He should be cold, too, she thought, but knew that he wasn't. His arm touched hers, and she felt heat radiating through his wet clothing.
As slight as it was, he felt the shiver that raced through her. "I'll get a blanket for you," he said, rising to his feet.
She watched him approach the desk and speak to the nurse. He was courteous, restrained, but in about thirty seconds he was returning with a blanket in his hands. He had an air of natural command, she thought. One look into those icy green eyes and people scurried to do his bidding.
He bent over her to tuck the blanket around her, and she let him. Just as he finished, the emergency room doors swung open and her sister, Rebecca, hurried inside, looking tense and scared. Seeing Evie and Paige, she changed her direction to join them. "What's happening?" she demanded.
"He's in the treatment room now," Robert answered for Evie, his deep voice as soothing as when he'd talked to Paige. "He'll have a few stitches in the back of his head, and a bad headache. They'll probably keep him overnight, but his injuries are relatively minor."
Rebecca turned her shrewd brown eyes on him and bluntly demanded, "Who are you?"
"This is Robert Cannon," Evie said, making an effort to appear calm as she made the introductions. "He dragged both Jason and me out of the water. Mr. Cannon, this is my sister, Rebecca Wood."
Rebecca took in Robert's wet clothes, then looked at Evie, seeing the strain on her sister's pale face. "I'll see about Jason first," she said in her usual decisive manner. "Then I want to know exactly what happened." She turned and marched toward a nurse, identified herself and was directed to the treatment room where Jason was located.
Robert sat down beside Evie. "What branch of the military was your sister in?" he asked, provoking a nervous giggle from Paige.
"I think it's called motherhood," Evie replied. "She began practicing on me at an early age."
"She's older, I presume."
"Five years."
"So you've always been 'baby sister' to her."
"I don't mind."
"I'm sure you don't. Drink your coffee," he admonished, lifting the cup himself and holding it to her lips.
Evie drank, then gave him a wry glance. "You aren't bad at the mother-hen routine yourself."
He allowed himself a slight smile. "I take care of my own." The words were a subtle threat – and a warning, if she were astute enough to hear it.
She didn't make the obvious retort, that she wasn't "his"; instead she withdrew, sinking back in her chair and staring straight ahead. Jason's close call had brought too many old memories to the surface, making it difficult for her to deal with anything just now, much less Robert Cannon. Right now, what she wanted most of all was to crawl into bed and pull the covers over her head, shutting out the world until she felt capable of facing it again. Maybe by the time night came, certainly by tomorrow, she would be all right. Then she would worry about the way he had taken over and about the gentle possessiveness that she couldn't fight. With Cannon, Evie was beginning to link gentleness with an implacable force of will that let nothing stand in his way. He would be tender and protective, but he would not be thwarted.
They sat in silence until Rebecca came out of the treatment room to rejoin them. "They're keeping him overnight," she said. "He has a slight concussion, a big shaved spot on the back of his head and ten stitches. He also won't say exactly what happened, other than mumbling that he fell. What's he trying to hide from me?"
Evie hesitated, trying to decide exactly what to tell Rebecca, and that gave Paige enough time to pipe up. "Scott and Jeff and
Patrick came by the marina, and they were all acting silly out on the docks. Aunt Evie yelled at Jason to settle down, but they didn't. Jason pushed Patrick, and Patrick pushed him back, and Jason slipped and fell, and hit his head on the dock, then went into the water. Aunt Evie went in after him, and she was under forever and ever, and Mr. Cannon tried to find both of them. Then Aunt Evie came up, and she had Jason, and Mr. Cannon pulled them to the dock. Jason wasn't breathing, Mom, and Aunt Evie nearly drowned, too. Mr. Cannon had to do that artificial breathing stuff on Jason, and then Jason started coughing and puking, and the paramedics came. I called 911," she finished in a rush.
Rebecca looked a bit bemused at this flood of words from her quiet child but heard the fear still lurking under the loquaciousness. She sat down beside Paige and hugged her. "You did exactly right," she praised, and Paige gave a little sigh of relief.
Rebecca examined Evie's pale, drawn face. "He's all right," she said reassuringly. "At least for now. As soon as he's recovered, I'm going to kill him. Better yet, I think I'll ground him for the rest of the summer. Then I'll kill him."
Evie managed a smile. "If he lives through all that, I want a turn at him."
"It's a deal. Now, I want you to go home and get out of those wet clothes. You look worse than Jason does."
The smile, this time, was easier. "Gee, thanks." But she knew that Rebecca's sharp eyes had seen below the surface and recognized the strain that she was under.
"I'll see to her," Robert said, standing and urging Evie to her feet. She wanted to protest, she really did, but she was so tired, her nerves so strained, that it was too much effort. So she managed to say goodbye to Rebecca and Paige, and tell them to kiss Jason for her; then she gave in and let him usher her out of the building and across the parking lot to the truck. She had left the blanket behind, but the searing afternoon heat washed over her like a glow, and she shivered with delight.
Robert's arm tightened around her waist. "Are you still cold?"
"No, I'm fine," she murmured. "The heat feels good."
He opened the truck door and lifted her onto the seat. The strength in his hands and arms, the ease with which he picked her up, made her shiver again. She closed her eyes and let her head rest against the window, as much from a desire to shut him out as from an almost overpowering fatigue.
"You can't go to sleep," he said as he got in on the driver's side, amusement lacing his tone. "You have to give me directions to your house."
She forced herself to open her eyes and sit up, and gave him calm, coherent directions. It didn't take long to get anywhere in Guntersville, and less than fifteen minutes later he stopped the truck in her driveway. She rumbled with the door but was so clumsy that he was there before she managed it, opening it and supporting her with a firm hand under her elbow. She got out, reluctant to let him inside her house but accepting the inevitable. Best just to go shower and change as fast as she could, and get it over with.
He entered right behind her. "Have a seat," she invited automatically as she headed toward her bedroom. "I'll be out in about fifteen minutes."
"I'm still too wet to sit down," he said. "But take your time. I'll go out on the deck, if that's okay with you."
"Of course," she said, giving him a polite smile without really looking at him, and escaped into me privacy of her bedroom.
Robert eyed the closed door thoughtfully. She was so wary of him that she wouldn't even look at him if she could help it. It wasn't a response he was accustomed to from a woman, though God knew she had reason to be wary, given his assumption that she knew of his connection to PowerNet. She couldn't have acted any more guilty if he had caught her red-handed. He could opt for patience and let time disarm her, but he already had plans in motion that would force the issue, so he decided to allay her suspicions in another manner, by making a definite, concerted effort to seduce her. He had planned to seduce her, anyway; he would simply intensify the pressure.
He heard the shower start running. He couldn't have asked for a better opportunity to look around, and he took advantage of it.
The house was probably forty years old, he thought, but had been remodeled so the interior was open and more modern, with exposed beams and gleaming hardwood floors. She had a green thumb; indoor plants of all sizes occupied every available flat surface. He could see into the kitchen from where he stood in the living room, and beyond that was the deck, with double French doors opening onto it. A dock led from the deck down to a boathouse.
Her furnishings were neat and comfortable, but certainly not luxurious. Without haste, he went over to the big, old-fashioned rolltop desk and methodically searched it, unearthing nothing of any great interest, not that he had expected to find anything. It wasn't likely she would have been fool enough to leave him in the room with an unlocked desk if the desk contained anything incriminating. He looked through her bank statement but found no unusually large deposits, at least at this particular bank or on this particular statement.
There was a small, framed photograph on the desk. He picked it up and examined the two people pictured. Evie, definitely – a very young Evie, but already glowing with seductiveness. The boy, for he was nothing more than that, was probably her husband, dead now for twelve years. Robert studied the boy's face more closely, seeing laughter and happiness and yes, devotion. But had the boy any idea how to handle the sensual treasure that the girl in his arms represented? Of course not; what teenage boy would? Still, Robert felt an unexpected and unpleasant twinge of jealousy for this long-dead boy, for the riches that had so briefly been his. Evie had loved him, enough that she still wore his wedding ring after all these years.
He heard the shower shut off and replaced the photograph, then quietly walked out onto the deck. She had a nice place here, nothing extravagant, but cozy and homey. There was plenty of privacy, too, with no houses visible except for those on the far side of the lake. The water was very blue, reflecting both the green of the mountains and the deep blue bowl of the sky. The afternoon was slipping away, and the sun was lower now, but still white and searing. Soon it would begin to turn bronze, and the lush scents of the heavy greenery would grow stronger. By the time purple twilight brought a respite from the heat, the air would be redolent with honeysuckle and roses, pine and fresh-cut grass. Time was slower here; people didn't rush from one occupation to another. He had actually seen people sitting on their front porches, reading newspapers or shelling peas, occasionally waving to passersby. Of course, people from New York and other large cities would say that the locals here had nothing to rush to, but from what he'd seen they stayed busy enough; they just didn't get in any great hurry.
He heard Evie come to the open French door. "I'm ready," she said.
He turned and looked at her. Her newly washed hair was still wet, but she had braided it and pinned the braids up so they wouldn't get her shirt damp. She had exchanged the shorts for jeans, and had on a pink T-shirt that made her golden skin glow. But her cheeks were still a bit pale, and her expression was strained.
"You have a nice place," he said.
"Thanks. I inherited it from my in-laws."
Though he knew the answer, now was the time to ask for information; it would be odd if he didn't. "You're married?" he asked.
"Widowed." She turned and retreated into the house, and Robert followed her.
"Ah. I'm sorry. How long has it been?"
"Twelve years."
"I saw the picture on the desk. Is that your husband?"
"Yes, that's Matt." She stopped and looked toward the photograph, and an ineffable sadness darkened her eyes. "We were just kids." Then she seemed to gather herself and walked briskly to the door. "I need to get back to the marina."
"My house is about five miles from here," he said. "It won't take long for me to shower and change."
She carried a towel out to the truck and dried the seat before she got inside. She didn't even bother protesting his continued possession of her keys; it would be pointless, though she was now obviously calm enough to drive safely.
His clothes had dried enough that they were merely damp now, rather than dripping wet, but she knew they had to be uncomfortable. Hers certainly had been. Her conscience twinged. He had not only saved Jason's life but likely hers, as well, and had put himself to a great deal of trouble to see that she was taken care of. No matter how he alarmed her, she knew that she would never forget his quick actions or his cool decisiveness.
"Thank you," she said softly, staring straight ahead. "Jason and I probably wouldn't have made it without you."
"The likelihood was unnerving," he said, his tone cool and even. "You'd pushed yourself so far that you couldn't have gotten him out of the water. Didn't it occur to you to let go of him and come up for another breath?"
"No." The single word was flat. "I couldn't have done that" He glanced at her profile, saw the deepening strain in her expression and deftly changed the subject. "Will your sister really ground him for the rest of the summer?"
Evie was startled into a laugh, a rusty little sound that went right to his gut. "I'd say he'll be lucky if that's all she does. It isn't that he was fooling around, but that I'd already told him to stop and he disobeyed me."
"So he broke a cardinal rule?"
"Just about."
Robert intended to have a few words with the young man himself, about acting responsibly and the possible consequences of reckless actions, but he didn't mention it to Evie. She was obviously very protective of her niece and nephew, and though she couldn't say that it wasn't any of his business, she wouldn't like it. His conversation with Jason would be private.
When he stopped in the driveway of his new house, Evie looked around with interest. "This place has been on the market for almost a year," she said.
"Then I'm lucky no one beat me to it, aren't I?" He got out and walked around the truck to open the door for her. Though she hadn't waited for him to perform the service at the hospital, that had been an emergency; nor would she have waited when they had reached her house, if she had been able to get the door open in time. He'd had the strong impression then that she had wanted to bolt inside and lock him out. Now, however, she waited with the natural air of a queen, as if he were only doing what he should. She might be dressed in jeans, sneakers and a T-shirt, but that didn't lessen her femininity one whit; she expected that male act of servitude. Robert had always preferred to treat women with the small courtesies but hadn't insisted on them when his partner had protested. He was both amused and charmed by Evie's rather regal, very Southern attitude.
He mused about this subtle signal as he ushered her into the house. Though she was still very wary of him, obviously on some level her resistance had weakened. Anticipation tightened his muscles, but he deliberately resisted it. Now was not the time. Not quite yet.
"Make yourself at home while I shower," he invited, smiling faintly as he walked toward his bedroom, which was down the hallway to the right. He had no doubt that she would do exactly as he had done, take full advantage of the opportunity to do a quick search.
Evie stood in the middle of the living room after he had gone, too tense to "make herself at home." She looked around, trying to distract herself. The house was sprawling and modern, one story of brick and redwood, easily three times the size of her own. A huge rock fireplace dominated the left wall, the chimney soaring upward to the cathedral ceiling. Twin white ceiling fans stirred a gentle breeze. The furniture was chic but comfortable-looking, sized to fit a man of his height.
The living room was separated from the dining room by a waist-high planter in which luxurious ferns flourished. Huge double windows revealed a deck, furnished with comfortable chairs, an umbrella table and even more plants. Hesitantly she walked into the dining room for a better view. The kitchen opened up to the right, an immaculate oasis gleaming with the most modem appliances available. Even the coffeemaker looked as if the user would need a degree in engineering to work the thing. There was a breakfast nook on the far side of the kitchen, occupied by a smallish table with a white ceramic tile top. She could see him sitting there in the mornings, reading a newspaper and drinking coffee. Double French doors, far more ornate and stylish than her own, led from the breakfast nook onto the deck. She would have liked to explore further but felt too constrained here on his territory. Instead she retreated to the living room once more.
Robert took his time showering and dressing. Let her look around all she wanted; the fact that she wouldn't find anything alarming would help allay her suspicions. She would begin to relax, which was exactly what he wanted.
A lot of men, maybe most of them, would have made a move while they had been at her house; she had been more off-balance, vulnerable. He had even had the opportunity, had he chosen to take it, of walking in on her while she was unclothed. But he had elected to wait, knowing she would be more at ease now that the most provocative and dangerous circumstances were past. He hadn't made a pass at her then, so she wouldn't be expecting him to do so now. And since she wouldn't be mentally prepared to handle an advance, her response would be honest, unguarded.
Finally he stopped dawdling and returned to the living room. To his surprise, she was still standing almost exactly where he had left her, and little of the strain had faded from her face. She turned to watch him. Her lovely golden brown eyes were still dark with some inner distress that went far deeper than the episode with Jason, traumatic as that had been.
Robert paused while still several feet from her, studying those somber eyes. Then he simply moved forward with a graceful speed that gave her no time to evade him, and took her in his arms. He heard her instinctive intake of breath, saw the alarm widening her eyes as she lifted her head to protest, a protest that was smothered when his mouth covered hers.
She jerked in his arms, and he gently controlled the action, pulling her even more firmly against him. He took care not to hurt her but deepened the insistent pressure of his mouth until he felt her own mouth yield and open. The sweetness of her lips sent an electrical thrill along his nerves, tightening his muscles and swelling his sex. He took her mouth with his tongue, holding her still for the imitative sexual possession, repeating the motion again and again, until she shivered and softened in his arms, her lips beginning to cling to his.
Her tentative response made his head swim, and to his surprise he had to struggle to maintain his control. But she felt perfect in his arms, damn her, all those soft, luscious curves molding to the hard, muscled planes of his body. Her mouth was sweeter than any he had ever tasted before, and the simple act of kissing her was arousing him to an unbelievable degree.
He didn't want to stop. He hadn't planned to do more than kiss her, but he hadn't expected the intensity of his own response. His mouth crushed fiercely down on hers, demanding even more. He heard the soft, helpless sound she made in her throat; then her arms lifted around his neck, and she pressed full length against him. Pure, primitive male triumph roared through him at this evidence of her own arousal. He could feel her breasts, round and firm, the nipples hard against his chest, and he slipped his hand under her shirt to cup one of them, his thumb rubbing across the peaked nipple through the thin lace of her bra. Her body arched, her hips pressing hard against his… and then suddenly she was fighting, panicked, trying to squirm free.
He let her go, though every cell in his body was screaming for more. "Easy," he managed to say, but the word was low and rough and his breath was uneven. He tried for a more controlled reassurance. "I won't hurt you, sweetheart."
Evie had backed away from him, her face pale but her lips swollen and red from his kisses. She forced herself to stop retreating, to stand her ground and face him. The sensual pull of his masculinity was almost overwhelming, tempting her to go back into those arms, to yield to that fierce domination. She felt a sense of doom; he was far more dangerous to her than she had first suspected.
"Yes, you will," she whispered. Her teeth were chattering. "Why are you doing this? What do you want from me?"


Would you consider the audio edition of Open to be better than the print version?
Apart from the incredible and beautiful story, I must say, the reader is phenomenal. So possibly yes, to enjoying the audio more than reading. I listen at the gym, so I enjoy the audio version anyway.
I feel closer with Agassi after listening... loved the book.
No, I cherish the books over time.
If you like sports, you definitely will enjoy this book.
This book had a potential.. but very long winded, every chapter introduces a new futuristic threat rather than getting on with the main plot.. like an introduction that never ends. The reader is good, but a wasted talent here. He deserves better things. I can't believe the author enjoyed writing this book--it is laborious and cumbersome, and well, plain unenjoyable. I listen and become annoyed and angry.


As the first cultural center on campus, The Betty Shabazz, commonly known as the "Betty", assists and supports students that identify as African, African American and Caribbean through interactive programming and as an overall space to come together and celebrate.
In 1967, The Afro-American Association (AAA) of Mount Holyoke College was formed when there were only 25 black students on campus. The Association made a proposal for a Black center and was provided Woodbridge Hall, in 1968. In January 1969, after the Woodbridge Hall was destroyed by fire. The AAA was subsequently given an abandoned house located beyond the Health Center, the building where the current house stands.
In 1980, the Association of Pan African Unity (formerly known as AAA) dedicated the black center to Dr. Betty El Shabazz, wife of Malcolm X, who spoke at Mount Holyoke during a week devoted to black culture. The Betty Shabazz was to be a daily reminder of the contributions of Shabazz and her husband, leaders of the Black Movement in New York City and South Africa. Betty Shabazz was also a member of Pan African Congress of Albania.
The Betty is located at 2 Dunlap Place, near Kendall Sports and Dance Complex.
For more information about the Betty Shabazz Cultural Center, contact Kuzie Madungwe '21, Cultural Center Assistant for the Betty.


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In a few months, the DS9 will arrive in dealerships. The flagship of DS, which represents the new French top of the range, meets for the first time one of its direct competitors: the BMW 5 Series.
The DS9 should have made its first official launch at the 2020 Geneva Motor Show, but it was canceled due to the Covid -19 pandemic. We will therefore still have to wait to discover it in concessions towards the end of the first quarter of this year. In the meantime, we offer you a first static showdown between the DS9 and one of its main rivals from across the Rhine, the restyled BMW 5 Series, a few weeks ago.
It is without a doubt in the area of design that the 5 Series and the DS9 diverge the most. The German, which is one of the historic models of BMW, remains in the lineage of the Bavarian firm's productions. Even if it has evolved over the years, we find the DNA of the brand with of course the grille made up of the two beans that have grown over the years, but also the traditional lines of the Munich manufacturer's sedans. combining dynamism and elegance. The 5 Series is steeped in BMW history, there is no question of breaking tradition.
Radically different situation at DS, which must build everything because the French brand is young. To find a place in the categories of large sedans, DS has decided to bet on a design much more spectacular. This involves a very massive, particularly wide grille surrounded by high-tech headlamps with unique kinematics alongside vertical daytime running lights. The most unusual feature is this very worked chrome ring which separates the bonnet in two. The peculiarities do not end there since the DS9 is fitted with retractable door handles and lovers of the brand will have noticed the taillights at the top of the bezel. The DS9 fully plays the originality card.
Interior presentation: a world of difference
Beyond their exterior lines, it is truly on board that we realize the disconnect that may exist between our two sedans and it is once again the DS that stands out. Its dashboard seems to come directly from the world of furniture. Very imposing and vertical, it consists in particular of 12-inch digital instrumentation and a multimedia screen of the same size overhung by a watch produced by French watchmaker BRM. But we especially notice the quality of manufacture whether in terms of the choice of materials (leather, alcantara) that of certain very exclusive details such as the guilloche, a way of working certain metal parts, the pearl point (a type of topstitching) or the upholstery like a watch strap.
At BMW, we are far removed from all these details, which may be considered by some as bling-bling aspects. The manufacturer shows more classicism. So, of course, digital is very present, but the screens are smaller than on board the French (10-inch multimedia screen). On the other hand, the atmosphere is sportier on board the German, with a multimedia screen turned slightly towards the driver. Here, too, the quality of the materials does not suffer any criticism.
Habitabilité : une DS étonnante
Even though our two opponents of the day have identical lengths of 4.93m, it's still the DS9 that stands out when it comes to roominess. The French is the one that offers the most generous rear space despite a wheelbase smaller than that of the 5 Series by 8 cm. A great feat, especially since the German is handicapped by an imposing tunnel which blocks the central rear seat. However, the DS9 must tilt for headroom or living width.
Equipment: DS advantage
Unsurprisingly, the two competitors of the day have a very complete endowment with in both cases Full LED headlights, adaptive cruise control, reversing camera, access by smartphone or leather upholstery for example. However, it is the DS9 that offers certain features usually reserved for the upper segment. Thus, the French sedan is equipped with night vision, the controlled suspension receiving information from a camera which analyzes and detects the defects of the roadway as well as the heated, ventilated and massaging rear seat. Services unavailable on the Series 5 but appearing on its big sister, the Series 7. The DS scores large points, even if it lacks the gesture control enjoyed by the Series 5.
Engines: BMW takes over
Major differences exist for the engines. So the DS9 surprisingly skips diesel. 4 engines will be in the catalog: a petrol, the Puretech 225 hp, and three plug-in hybrid versions. To begin with, there will be the 225 hp (180 hp + 80 kW) two-wheel drive configuration. Equipped with an 11.9 kWh lithium-ion battery, it will be able to travel between 40 and 50 km entirely electric. Then comes a variant of 250 hp (200 hp + 80 kW) with a larger battery and a third version, four-wheel drive, with a second electric unit on the rear axle, which will develop a cumulative 360 hp.
On the BMW side, the German manufacturer remains faithful to conventional carburizations, but also plug-in hybrids. Thus, the 5 Series is available in gasoline (20i 184 hp and 50i 530 hp), diesel (18d 150 hp, 20d 190 hp, 30d 286 hp) and plug-in hybrid (30th 292 hp and 45th 394 hp). The German supply is therefore more substantial and the powers more important.
The prices of the DS9 will be between 47,700 and 68,400 € while it is necessary to pay between 47,700 and 78,500 € for the Series 5. Thus, a DS 9 E-Tense 4x4 360 ch Rivoli + will be invoiced 68,400 € while a BMW 5 Series 45th 394 hp Luxury is sold for € 77,800. Even though the German is more powerful, the price difference is significant.
En attendant les premiers essais de la DS qui interviendront à la fin du premier trimestre 2021, difficile de prendre position concernant les qualités dynamiques de la berline française. Une chose est sûre, le confort devrait être de mise. Chez BMW, la recette est connue avec du dynamisme et des prestations dignes du statut de la marque. La berline française ne manque donc pas d'arguments, mais laquelle suscitera le plus d'engouement auprès de la clientèle.
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Dodgers: Andrew Friedman Encourages His Free Agents to Seek Out What is Best For Them
Some unexpected advice from the Dodgers President of Baseball Operations.
by Brook Smith 11/28/2020, 10:00 AM
The Dodgers have 7 key free agents from the World Series team set to hit the market. While they may retain a few, it wouldn't be a stretch to say that most would be on their way to a different team.
Dodgers President of Baseball Operations recently made an appearance on am570 to discuss those free agents. In his mind, he wants to make sure that they do what is best for their careers and their family's in terms of seeking out contracts.
All of our guys that are free agents right now have earned that right. And they've gotten to this point in their career, and so for them, it's about going out and seeing if there's a better opportunity in terms of more playing time…We've reached out to each of our guys individually just to share the mindset and also to encourage them to do that…We're allowing them some time to go through it and figure out what's best for them and their family. If it happens to be somewhere else that stinks and its the end of that chapter, but we'll wish them nothing the best.
It really speaks to the mindset and the atmosphere surrounding the Dodgers. For years, we've heard players and ex-players talk about the organization as a place where they felt they were important. Friedman's words about his potential free agents would certainly exemplify that.
Justin Turner, Alex Wood, Blake Treinen, Enrique Hernandez, Joc Pederson, Jake McGee, and Pedro Baez are all current free agents. The Dodgers will likely make a push to retain Turner and maybe 1 of those pitchers.
It's truly unlike anything you will ever hear from any MLB general manager or front office executive. But the Dodgers aren't like any other organization in baseball.
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Brook is the Senior Editor of Dodgers Nation, with several years of experience in sports journalism. He is an avid Dodgers and Lakers fan, and can be spotted fairly often at Dodger Stadium and Staples Center.
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rainbirdmuse says:
In the last couple of years, the Dodgers have made efforts to "do right" for certain players by sending them to places they could get more playing time. Sure, they have tried to get decent value in return, but you sense that is not always the primary motive. This is in keeping with that and will probably earn the Dodgers more player goodwill in the future than simply making completely "business" decisions.
Tmaxster says:
I agree Kasten and Friedman are running a class organization that players rave about. Gray's comment on the difference between going from the Reds to the Dodgers is an example of what is heard from players.
Karma usually will help or hinder a person or an organization eventually.
You want players to be happy about the organization they play for.
Where you work matters…it's not about how fancy the locker rooms are…it's about a sense of culture, which is something that always begins at the top, and is reflected in each hire all the way down. My 16 year-old works at TJ's a few days a week, and is proud to work there, as are the other employees…many are long-term…Culture is unique…you can't touch it, yet it's palpable. Andrew Friedman is the linchpin….his set of beliefs about people are reflected all the way down, and yes, in addition to being in LA…It's a big attraction…I would imagine all the big clubs are aware, and perhaps looking inward as a result.


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Samsung Galaxy Note 5 review: the same but an awful lot better
Take Note - we love this phone
Good S Pen use
Only as powerful as S6
Battery life lower
By T3 Online 2016-05-01T15:00:00.121Z
The Samsung Galaxy Note 5 is a phone (well, a phablet) that's much more iterative than we were expecting. It's the same phone as last year, in many ways, but with a new design that keeps it more in line with the all-conquering Galaxy S6 range from earlier in the year.
Spec-wise we're not seeing a huge jump - and internally it's very similar too. Apart from 4GB of RAM and the two size options (32GB or 64GB) there's not a lot different in terms of raw power than we saw on the Samsung Galaxy S6.
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The screen is obviously larger at 5.7 inches, helping keep the Note 5 firmly in phablet territory, and of course the S Pen is still present and correct.
Unlike in previous years Samsung hasn't imbued the Note 5 with new stylus-based powers, with the same line-up of Air View, Screen Write and more available when you hover the nib over the screen.
One awesome change is the way you get the S Pen out of its housing in the chassis of the Note 5: a little push will see the stylus (yes, Samsung, that's what it is, no matter what you say) click out in a really satisfying way.
While it sounds like I was unimpressed by the lack of changes bar the design, that's not really the case. Firstly, the design is really rather nice, curving away on the back at the edges to help the Note 5 sit more nicely in the hand.
Given this is a large phone already, little tweaks like this to make it more ergonomic really do help when trying to cradle your new phablet.
The metallic rim, the same style used on the S6 and S6 Edge pairing, is improved to used series 7000 aluminium, making it lighter and more durable.
The screen, while 'still' QHD resolution, is pin sharp as ever, with the Super AMOLED technology making everything look colourful and vivid. Watching movies on the Note 5 - let's not forget this thing has more pixels than most 50-inch TVs - is a simply brilliant experience.
Some will still dislike the fact TouchWiz is onboard, with the Note 5 not looking a lot different to the predecessor apart from the new flatter interface.
However, the speed under the finger is more than good enough, and once you get settled with what goes where in Samsung's UI, there's very little that causes consternation.
The camera, once again, is improved to include things like RAW support for the snapping fiends, and you can also start a live-streamed YouTube video that you can share privately to friends.
A simple text message will get them into your portal, so you can recreate Wayne's World to your heart's content.
The battery life on the Note 5, often one of the selling points for Samsung's range of phablets, looks to be pretty solid again. The dual wireless charging is present and correct, but the smaller 3000mAh battery (down from 3220mAh power pack from last year) is a bit of a worry. Samsung seems to have placed design over battery life again, which is a worrying trend we hope it drops soon.
In fact, Samsung has even added in the ability to charge the Note 5 faster than ever before, so you won't need to worry about being tethered to a charger for long.
Early verdict
The Note 5, while not bringing a huge amount new to the table, is still an excellent device and one that 'power users' will be undoubtedly lusting over, should they be able to get their hands on one.
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TJ Maloney: The Man With A Plan
After reading an article that relates to a Q&A with TJ Maloney, there have been many interesting facts about him. He is currently the main man behind Lincolnshire Management. This company is one of those private equity firms in the great city of New York that focuses on investing their profits to multiple middle-class market businesses.
The article mentioned that growing up, TJ Maloney studied, multiple laws relating to acquisitions, security measures, and merging processes as well.
This company started back in 1986 and seven years later, TJ Maloney joined the team and focused on the company's investment portfolio at that time. Ever since then, TJ Maloney maintains the company's primary goal, which is to ensure growth in their daily operational growth.
Looking back on his life before becoming a CEO, TJ Maloney was the former leader of the Boston College Wall Street Council. He also represented the Board of Trustees at Fordham University, Boston College, and Tilton School. Before that, he was a representative for the Board of Directors and was part of the Executive Team for the English Speaking Union of the United States of America.
After earning his Bachelor's Degree at Boston College, TJ Maloney also earned his Juris Doctor Degree at Fordham Law School. By 2007, he earned the Richard J. Bennett Memorial Award while working on his Juris Doctor Degree.
Outside of business, he enjoys being with his beloved family, he likes to read books, he loves to play golf, and go for a swim.
To conclude, TJ Maloney has taken Lincolnshire Management by storm while being part of many committee teams and boards. He has earned respect from his college peers. He has earned a great award while during his college studies. He has helped build a foundation for a private equity firm.
And let us not forget to mention that he still takes the time to be around his family and have other hobbies. This man with a plan has not stopped producing the best outcomes and the best for him is yet to come. We will be looking forward to what other accomplishments he or his company may achieve next.
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Nitin Khanna Builds HIs Life And Career From Portland. Oregon
The path to entrepreneurial success usually takes us out of our comfort zone, a statement proven by the career of Indian-born entrepreneur Nitin Khanna. Born and raised in India, Khanna comes from a family where business and academic success was expected from a young age. At 17, Nitin Khanna was given the chance to attend Purdue Unversity in Indiana leaving his family behind to pursue a new life in the U.S. Eventually, Nitin Khanna completed his studies at Purdue with a Masters in Civil Engineering.
After working at a paper manufacturing company and Oracle, the pull of working as an entrepreneur proved to string for Nitin Khanna to ignore. Nitin Khanna joined his brother in the establishment of Saber Software in Portland, Oregon in 1999 as the chaos of the 2000 Presidential elections between President George W. Bush and Vice-president Al Gore. The battle in Florida over the legality of the Presidential vote gave the Khanna brothers their entry into the big leagues of the software industry.
Basing Saber Software in Portland, Oregon proved a fortuitous move for Nitin Khanna as the state was the first to act upon a congressional requirement to update the voting software used in state elections. The state of Oregon awarded the contract to Saber Software and helped launch the career of Nitin Khanna as an entrepreneur who was destined for the top of various industries. By 2008, Saber Software was providing its skills in updating the election software used in all elections to 21 states in the U.S. and was having a global impact on this industrial sector. Nitin Khanna would eventually employ more than 1,500 people at Saber Software producing annual revenues of $300 million. The sale of Saber to EDS for $1,200 million led to Khanna becoming one of the leading figures in the mergers and acquisitions sector of the U.S. economy.
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TJ Maloney, Leading the Lincolnshire Team to Great Investments
Lincolnshire Management is a private equity firm that invests in mid-market companies in a wide range of industries. The firm is based in New York City and lead by chairman and CEO TJ Maloney. Lincolnshire Management was started in 1986. The firm uses extensive research with a collaborative effort from its team to invest in private equities.
TJ Maloney started with Lincolnshire in 1993. He has served on its investment committee and he is actively involved with the companies in the portfolio. Before TJ Maloney joined Lincolnshire, he was a lawyer, practicing acquisition, merger and securities law. He was also a chairperson of the Boston College Wall Street Council. At Boston College and Fordham University, he served on the board of Trustees. He has also lectured at multiple universities on law and private equities.
TJ Maloney also received the 2007 Richard J. Bennett Memorial Award, which recognizes corporate leaders with high moral standards. Maloney has served on multiple other boards and executive committees for foundations and schools. He graduated with a bachelor's degree from Boston College and also earned a degree from Fordham Law School.
Since TJ Maloney has been at Lincolnshire, he has served on many different boards such as Credentials Services International, Wabash, and Polaris Pool Systems. Maloney has also been involved in bringing great new additions to the team at Lincolnshire. He is happy to have members with strong commitment and who are talented professionals who have a hands-on investing approach.
The Lincolnshire team looks for new investment opportunities that will drive investment growth. They have done multiple transactions with companies such as Transcraft Corp., PADI, AMPORTS, Credentials Services International, Prince Sports, Cybergenics Corp., Component InterTechnologies Inc., and Kathryn Beich. The Lincolnshire team, with the leadership of Maloney, continues to create great investment opportunities for their clients.
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Robert Deignan: Establish an ideal Relationship with Technology
Decades ago, scientists discovered technology. Over the years, several advancements have taken place, bringing wonders in almost all departments. New industries have emerged because of technology. People like Robert Deignan are in the business industry because of technology. His organization, ATS Digital Services, is widespread in the global community, and it has influenced many lives. The platform helps its clients to solve a wide range of technical issues with ease. ATS Digital services, according to its founder, have significantly changed because of using technology. The organization has improved its services because of the advancements taking place. The unique feature about the institution is the fact that it utilizes sophisticated remote to solve all its client issues. The millions of customers who depend on the organization are content and happy all the time.
Robert Deignan loves technology and the positive changes it is making in the global community. The business leader, however, believes that this platform has introduced some adverse effects among people. When you are walking around, you will realize how people are addicted to technology. When people are walking or driving, they will all have one thing in common. Most of them will stick to their phones, regardless of the danger around them. Working in offices does not make the situation better. These same people will need a computer for more than eight hours a day. This means that the younger generation spends most of their time looking at different screens.
Robert Deigan wants this culture to change. According to the executive, everything needs to happen in moderation. When you take in something in excessive quantities, the result is not good. Too much technology will bring you destruction in life. Robert Deignan advice his followers to establish a great relationship with technology because this is the best way they will use the platform to improve lives. Your phone is an important communication tool, but it should not get into the habit of your productive life. Do not focus on using the phone to text or get into social media when you are driving or walking along the streets. Most accidents in the global community happen because of careless use of phones.
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Noticias / The Puerto Deseado Oceanographic Vessel completed the first phase of its campaign
OCEANOGRAPHIC CAMPAIGN
The Puerto Deseado Oceanographic Vessel completed the first phase of its campaign
During this stage of the expedition 1,450 specimens of fish from 35 different species were collected.
Publicado el 11 de febrero de 2014
The Puerto Deseado Oceanographic Vessel Photo: CONICET Photography.
On February 3rd concluded the first phase of the oceanographic campaign (included in the Annual Antarctic Plan) jointly developed between the National Scientific and Technical Research Council (CONICET), the National Direction of the Antarctic (DNA) and the Argentine Hydrographic Service (SHN). Juan Martín Díaz de Astarloa, senior researcher at CONICET, was the scientific coordinator of this first stage.
During the beginning of the mission, the team performed 24 casts up to 1.000 meters deep and collected 1,450 specimens from 35 species. In some of those cases, researchers must confirm the genetic barcode to identify them.
Then, in the most southern oceanographic station, thirty minutes away from the Antarctic Circle, the team obtained information regarding temperature and salinity for the confirm data from different water masses of the Belingshaussen sea. Specific equipment was used in order to collect physical data.
From that part on, the vessel turned and headed north, crossed the Strait of Bismarck and the Gerlache Channel, places where an intense activity of marine mammals such as the killer whale and other types of whales were glimpsed.
In the Gerlache Strait, although the sea conditions were not good for the use of fishing nets, researchers performed three catches at different depths. Among the specimens collected, there were ice-fish of four different species: zoarcidae (also known as eelpout) liparidae (commonly known as snailfish or seasnails); and a number of invertebrates such as mollusks, ophiuroids, asteroidea, nemertea, sponges, ascidias and more.
By the end of the first phase of the expedition at the Drake Passage, with depths up to 3800 metres, the vessel will return to the city of Ushuaia on February 5th to change the scientific and technical staff. From there, the second part of the mission will start and the team will explore the southern area of the Orcadas islands with Dr. Enrique Marschoff, researcher of the Argentine Antarctic Institute, as a coordinartor.
The Puerto Deseado Oceanographic Vessel of the CONICET and the Comodoro Rivadavia coastal oceanographic Vessel together form the Hydro Oceanographic Research Unit (UNHIDO), which is administered by the CONICET and the Argentine Ministry of Defense.
All the samples collected are going to be part of the biological collections of diverse research institutes such as the Marine and Coastal Research Institute IIMyC-CONICET, the National University of Mar del Plata or the Bernardino Rivadavia Natural Sciences Museum of CONICET and they are the National System of Biological Data conducted by the Ministry of Science, Technology and Productive Innovation of Argentina.


Iannis Xenakis (1922-2001) – composer, architect, boffin. Fearsomely experimental, he linked his disciplines by writing and designing co-dependent music and listening spaces. He arguably laid the foundations for modern electronica. And he was one of the first composers to use mathematical theory in creating music.
Why does Xenakis belong in a pianist's alphabet? Because his first longer-form work for the instrument has been called 'the most difficult piano piece ever written'. Clearly seeing this as underperformance of some sort, 12 years later he produced a second piece for solo piano that is, strictly speaking, 'impossible'. What's not to like?
In both pieces, Xenakis uses certain mathematical techniques or theories to shape and generate the music. When I heard about this kind of composition in my teenage years, I was suspicious in my ignorance. 1: If it was all down to maths, was it really composition at all, or just some kind of automated exercise? And contrarily, 2: Surely all music – including the really tuneful, harmonious stuff – has mathematical perfection at its root… so why does THIS have to sound so deranged?
I recently decided to go back to Xenakis's piano music, purely as a listener. I wanted to satisfy myself that without considering ANY of the scientific background – deploying my ear over my brain – it still worked for me, had something non-clinical to offer.
I was genuinely surprised by some of my reactions.
* I found both pieces enjoyable and invigorating – but I wasn't expecting to hear such a world of difference between the two. I think in 'Herma' you hear the maths, and in 'Evryali' you hear the music.
* The unpredictable dance to the extremes of the keyboard in 'Herma' make it feel like performance art – raindrops one minute, rubble the next. As a result, the piece attains a kind of spiky ambience.
* In 'Evryali', however, I think the sweeping curves in the structure are audible, the notes – however dissonant – seem to belong together, journey with each other. The images it conjures up in my head are geometric, symmetrical – spirals, waves.
There's a twist in the tale, however. 'Evryali' is 'impossible' partly because in places it's written using more than two staves (as you can see on the YouTube video). The pianist must create their own version based on which notes they want to cover and which they can live with leaving out.
Of all things, this reminds me of jazz. Jazz has very little to do with mayhem; rather it is (as the critic Whitney Balliett put it) 'the sound of surprise' – the unexpected choices players make within the established parameters. With 'Evryali', we seem to have a truly original hybrid: a composed framework through which the pianist can follow their own unique path. I love the idea that from mathematical principles, Xenakis has created a piece dependent, like so much other music, on flexibility, spontaneity and feel.
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Large scale mullet (Liza grandisquamis, Valenciennces 1836) samples were taken from Escravos and Forcados rivers. Detection of lead in tissue using atomic absorption spectrophotometer (AAS) varied depending on body weights, gender and the two rivers had different levels of lead in tissues. The detection percentage trend was muscle > kidney > gonad > brain > fin. In both rivers, the muscles consistently had the lowest concentration of lead, and there was no significant correlation between the body weight and concentration of lead in all tissues examined. The results suggests the possibility of using fish tissues such as the muscles, kidney, gonad, brain or fin of Liza grandisquamis between body weight of 28.00 g and 39.00 g and the muscle of female Liza grandisquamis between the body weight of 48.00 g and 113.00 g for Liza grandisquamis, as a good bioassay indicator for detecting and comparing the impact of lead aquatic pollution and long term biomonitoring of the freshwater and marine ecosystem.
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Die Himmelhunde von Boragora (Originaltitel: Tales of the Gold Monkey) ist eine US-amerikanische Action-, Spionage- und Abenteuerserie. Sie wurde von Universal Television für den US-Sender ABC produziert und umfasst eine Staffel mit 22 Episoden.

Handlung
Jake Cutter ist ein ehemaliger Kampfpilot, der im Jahre 1938 eine kleine Fluglinie auf der fiktiven Insel Boragora, einem Teil der Marivella-Inselgruppe im Südpazifik, betreibt. Er trägt an seiner abgewetzten Lederjacke das Flying-Tigers-Abzeichen, ein Relikt aus seiner Vergangenheit als Söldner.

Seine Partner sind sein bester Freund Corky und der einäugige Jack Russell Terrier Jack, dessen juwelenbesetztes Auge Jake bei einem Spiel verloren hat und der deshalb eine Augenklappe tragen muss. Mit seinem Flugzeug Grumman Goose transportiert er Schmuggelgut von Insel zu Insel oder rettet entführte Reisende. Dabei kommen ihm deutsche Soldaten, japanische Spione oder auch Südseepiraten so manches Mal in die Quere.

Beliebter Treffpunkt auf Boragora ist die Monkey Bar, die im Besitz des noblen französischen Magistrat Bon Chance Louis ist. Dort singt allabendlich die hübsche Sängerin Sarah, die eigentlich eine US-amerikanische Spionin ist. Jack, der oberhalb der Bar in einem kleinen Zimmer wohnt, weiß als einziger von ihrer wahren Identität.

Ausstrahlung
In den Vereinigten Staaten begann die Ausstrahlung der Serie am 22. September 1982 auf ABC mit dem zweistündigen Pilotfilm Tales of the Gold Monkey. Die regelmäßige Ausstrahlung begann eine Woche später am 29. September 1982 und endete am 8. April 1983 nach insgesamt 21 Episoden. Allerdings wurde knapp zwei Monate später am 1. Juni noch die letzte Episode gezeigt. Da die Einschaltquoten der Serie die hohen Produktionskosten nicht decken konnten, wurde die Serie nach einer Staffel eingestellt.

Erst acht Jahre nach der US-Erstausstrahlung nahm der deutsche Privatsender RTLplus die Serie ins Programm. Nachdem der Pilotfilm am 17. September 1990 ausgestrahlt wurde, erfolgte die Ausstrahlung der restlichen Episoden ab dem 21. September jeweils freitags. Der Sender achtete dabei allerdings nicht auf die Produktionsreihenfolge, sodass z. B. nach dem Pilotfilm zunächst die zehnte Episode, dann die vierte Episode und danach erst die reguläre zweite Episode gezeigt wurde. Seit der kompletten Wiederholung von September 1992 bis Januar 1993 wurde die Serie nicht wieder im deutschen Fernsehen gezeigt.

Episodenliste

Wissenswertes
 Die Serie entstand – genau wie Frank Buck – Abenteuer in Malaysia – im Fahrwasser der äußerst erfolgreichen Indiana-Jones-Kinofilmreihe, konnte jedoch nicht an deren Erfolg anknüpfen, weshalb sie bereits nach nur einer Staffel abgesetzt wurde.
 Jakes Flugzeug ist eine rot-weiße Grumman G-21.
 Es gibt einige Parallelen zu Handlung und Figuren der Disney-Serie Käpt'n Balu und seine tollkühne Crew.

Auszeichnungen
1983 erhielt die Serie den Emmy in der Sparte Outstanding Art Direction for a Series. Zudem wurde sie im gleichen Jahr für den Emmy für Kostümdesign (Outstanding Costume Design for a Series), Sounddesign (Outstanding Film Sound Editing for a Series) und Soundmix (Outstanding Film Sound Mixing for a Series) nominiert.

Weblinks

 Tales of the Gold Monkey bei EpGuides.com

Einzelnachweise

Fernsehserie (Vereinigte Staaten)
Fernsehserie der 1980er Jahre
Abenteuer-Fernsehserie
Actionfernsehserie
Fernsehserie (American Broadcasting Company)

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