Steeling a Dream
Part 1: Diamonds of Steele
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Steele Holting On
Steeling a Dream
Part 1: Diamonds of Steele
Part 1: Diamonds of Steele
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Steele Holting On
Epilogue
Remington sat in his office chair with his back to the bank of windows. He held a necklace in his hand,
watching it spin as it dangled from his fingers. The jewelry artist he found had surrounded the one-and-a-
quarter caret pear-cut red diamond with blown platinum strands that made the stone look as if it were
floating in space. Wide platinum links the width of an infant’s hand made up the necklace from which
the pendant was suspended.
Laura walked in, carrying a file in her hand, putting it down when she saw what he was holding. She
rounded to his side and leaned against the desk. “What are you going to do with it?”
“I don’t know.”
The past eight weeks had not been easy ones for either of them. Laura still contended with nightmares
and was back in physical therapy for her knee. Remington struggled with his own conscience and
wondered what he should have done differently. His chest and arms were beautifully defined from all
the hours he’d spent in his friend’s boxing gym working out his anger and guilt on punching bags and in
the ring.
“Laura … why aren’t you angry with me?”
“About what?”
“This whole bloody ordeal!”
It wasn’t the first time they’d had this conversation and Laura gave him a similar answer every time.
“Rei, why is this all your fault? You didn’t book the flight to Cork. You didn’t have us kidnapped. You
did what you had to do to get us out of a terrible situation. And when you couldn’t do anymore, you put
your trust in me to finish it. What else am I supposed to ask of you?” She leaned over onto the desk
and brushed her fingers through his hair. “They didn’t break us, love. They couldn’t.”
He pulled her off the desk and into his lap, still clutching the necklace in his hand. “No, that they
didn’t.” Remington looked at the diamond again. “I can’t sell it. I don’t want the money. You--we
paid too high a price for it. I don’t want anyone else to have it; I feel as if it’s a part of us somehow.”
Laura had said she didn’t want it, but he hadn’t been able to resist seeing the stone cut properly. And
when he saw the finished gem, he found a jeweler that could turn his sketches into reality.
She picked it up and held the pendant to the light, watching it dance and sparkle as it spun. “It’s
gorgeous.” He took it from her again and with his eyebrows, he asked for permission to put it over her
head. She nodded.
The necklace itself was a long one, allowing the diamond to rest just below her sternum. Laura picked it
up again and toyed with it. “It’s incredible how something so ugly at the start can become extraordinarily
beautiful.
Remington placed his hand against the curve of her belly. “My thoughts exactly.”
27 March 2009
Remington sat in his office chair with his back to the bank of windows. He held a necklace in his hand,
watching it spin as it dangled from his fingers. The jewelry artist he found had surrounded the one-and-a-
quarter caret pear-cut red diamond with blown platinum strands that made the stone look as if it were
floating in space. Wide platinum links the width of an infant’s hand made up the necklace from which
the pendant was suspended.
Laura walked in, carrying a file in her hand, putting it down when she saw what he was holding. She
rounded to his side and leaned against the desk. “What are you going to do with it?”
“I don’t know.”
The past eight weeks had not been easy ones for either of them. Laura still contended with nightmares
and was back in physical therapy for her knee. Remington struggled with his own conscience and
wondered what he should have done differently. His chest and arms were beautifully defined from all
the hours he’d spent in his friend’s boxing gym working out his anger and guilt on punching bags and in
the ring.
“Laura … why aren’t you angry with me?”
“About what?”
“This whole bloody ordeal!”
It wasn’t the first time they’d had this conversation and Laura gave him a similar answer every time.
“Rei, why is this all your fault? You didn’t book the flight to Cork. You didn’t have us kidnapped. You
did what you had to do to get us out of a terrible situation. And when you couldn’t do anymore, you put
your trust in me to finish it. What else am I supposed to ask of you?” She leaned over onto the desk
and brushed her fingers through his hair. “They didn’t break us, love. They couldn’t.”
He pulled her off the desk and into his lap, still clutching the necklace in his hand. “No, that they
didn’t.” Remington looked at the diamond again. “I can’t sell it. I don’t want the money. You--we
paid too high a price for it. I don’t want anyone else to have it; I feel as if it’s a part of us somehow.”
Laura had said she didn’t want it, but he hadn’t been able to resist seeing the stone cut properly. And
when he saw the finished gem, he found a jeweler that could turn his sketches into reality.
She picked it up and held the pendant to the light, watching it dance and sparkle as it spun. “It’s
gorgeous.” He took it from her again and with his eyebrows, he asked for permission to put it over her
head. She nodded.
The necklace itself was a long one, allowing the diamond to rest just below her sternum. Laura picked it
up again and toyed with it. “It’s incredible how something so ugly at the start can become extraordinarily
beautiful.
Remington placed his hand against the curve of her belly. “My thoughts exactly.”
27 March 2009