- •Reapers, Inc. - Brigit's Cross Prologue
- •1: The Day the Sky Fell
- •2: Things Broken
- •3: Stalked
- •4: Someone to Watch Over
- •5: The Bleecker Street Café
- •6: The Reaper’s Field Guide
- •7: Training Day
- •8: Explanations
- •9: Organizing the Organization
- •10: The Queen That Never Was
- •11: Bobby Hooper
- •12: Moving On
- •13: A Wish to Forget
- •14: For the Love of Dillon
- •15: Seamus Flannery
- •16: Dealings
- •17: Assigned with Seamus
- •18: Reaping the Chupacabras
- •19: Decisions
- •20: Mama Dee
- •21: Belinda Yaris
- •22: Seamus on Fire
- •23: The Reaper’s Apprentice
- •24: Mr. Blackwick’s Discoveries
- •25: Edmund j. Polly
- •26: The Confabulating Irishman
- •27: Brigit’s Side
- •28: Fascination
- •29: Mama Dee, Part II
- •30: Maggie
- •31: The Ire of Mr. Flannery
- •32: The Heaviness of it All
- •33: The Break
- •34: Back in the Swing
- •35: Hearing Matilda Sing
- •36: The State of Reapers, Inc.
28: Fascination
“Mr. Blackwick, sir?”
John started at the sound of Belinda Yaris’ voice behind him. He had been so consumed with the ideas of how he would approach Brigit that he had not heard the new girl’s entrance into his office. Looking over his shoulder, John found her standing just inside the door with the large black ledger she had been so diligently recording in held against her chest. Her eyes, so very bright blue against the pale skin and raven hair, were trained on him in a wary stare. It seemed the young woman always looked at him this way. John couldn’t tell whether it was a look of fear or deep reverence – or both.
“Miss Yaris,” John cleared his throat and tried to sound as though he were pleasantly surprised to see her. “What can I assist you with?”
“I’ve finished with this book,” Belinda declared. “I was wondering where I would find a new one.”
“Oh, yes, of course. Over to your right there, Miss Yaris, are the blanks. Completed ledgers are stored here on this wall,” John instructed with a nod of his head toward the wall of bookshelves behind him.
He stepped aside as Belinda diligently marched to the bookshelf and stored the completed tome where he had indicated before turning and marching back across the room to retrieve a fresh one. There was something about her that fascinated John when he had a moment to contemplate the new recruit. Yet, as soon as he had a thought to spare for Belinda Yaris, a different and more pressing thought would quickly follow – pushing any further musings of Belinda Yaris from his mind.
“Mr. Blackwick?”
John’s attention was returned to the young woman once more.
“Yes?”
“Is there an official policy book for the firm? I mean, you know, something that lays all the rules out?” she asked timidly.
“Not really. Why do you ask?”
“Oh, no reason, I guess,” came the reply; but John suspected there actually was a reason behind the inquiry. “I was just wondering if there were rules regarding workplace relationships.”
John studied her face for a second as he thought of how to respond. She was young enough to be the type to find infatuation with the mysterious, bad boy type. Although she had had limited interaction, John quickly came to the conclusion that Belinda Yaris may have developed a slight crush on Seamus Flannery. As John continued to ponder the right response, he noticed the newest member of the firm beginning to grow nervous with the wait.
“Well,” John finally began, “I don’t know that there’s ever been a circumstance that warranted the creation of a policy regarding that,” he mused. “However, I would have to strongly suggest that, should it occur, that both parties involved maintain their priorities regarding the firm and their duties as assigned. I should also hope, Miss Yaris, that you will use your better judgment if an opportunity should present itself.”
Belinda only nodded in response before exiting his office. He hoped she understood his warning without his having to be overly blunt. He remembered Brigit’s prediction that Seamus Flannery would one day become a problem and even though he tried hard not to dwell on it, John knew eventually her prediction would come true. The recent chain of events revealed the beginnings of that particular worry. Considering the fascination Belinda had revealed without knowing it, John suddenly hoped Seamus wouldn’t drag the young woman into the drama as well. She seemed like a good girl with a good heart. John abhorred the idea of having to mete out a dire punishment on her because of one bad choice.
Belinda returned to her desk and sighed. John had answered her question somewhat vaguely, but she had caught the warning at the end of it. She had the sense that John Blackwick suspected the object of her fascination, but Belinda was sure he was misjudging Seamus Flannery. The Irishman seemed sweet toward her during their few conversations, almost gentle, even though he pretended to be so very dangerous.
Belinda opened the fresh ledger and reached for the files Seamus had turned into her that morning. His quick recovery from his sickness had caused John to set Seamus back to work at reaping souls although they were relatively easy ones compared to what the Irish Reaper said he was used to. He had lamented his boredom with the assignments during his brief visit to her office. Belinda had merely listened, hoping he would notice that he had her full attention.
As she began to record the pertinent information, Belinda decided they were wrong about the rugged, flame haired Irishman. They didn’t see what she saw in him. They were wrong about Seamus Flannery and that was all there was to it.