Diamonds soothe and cajole, and they might even get your teenager to stop swearing. –Angie Miller "Angie!" She snapped out of her fantasy of Roger getting run over by rogue reindeer and looked at Kyle. "What?" "Did you hear anything I just said?" "No." She glanced around at the crowds of holiday ice skaters, realizing that she'd totally forgotten where they were. Or maybe she'd shut it out to avoid facing the reality of her life, and the fact that the Miller holiday party was going on at that very moment in a celebration of Roger and Sheila, while she sat out in the cold, freezing her butt off. "I'm really sorry. I'll try to focus." "Angie." Kyle looked so aggravated it was almost cute. Should she clue him in that she was a hopeless cause? They'd been arguing over her story for an hour, and she knew there was no way she could give him what he wanted. Passion. Fire. Excitement. There was simply no way to turn the story she'd written into that kind of experience. But it was the couple she'd interviewed, not her inability to perform.
