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justify never giving anybody else my heart. I hoped it wouldn’t happen like that for her. She was too good to start to hate all men because of the actions of one.
     
    I started wondering if any of the women I had called things off with went home like this. I doubted it. I knew they didn’t want anything more than what I could do for them. They either wanted a record mixed with my music or they wanted money. Topaz wasn’t like that. She wasn’t even addicted to a “hot body” as so many women had said I had. Yeah, I workout because that’s me. I expect my women to be in shape the least I can do is keep myself in shape too. Plus I love my health and my body. Growing up Indian-Japanese and having a father who made a killing with his martial arts skills meant I learned young and I kept my studies up until I reached the same greatness. My father was the product of a Japanese father and a West Indian mother. He had the tanned complexion and the slight slant of his eyes to show for it. I took after my father. I got his height, five eleven, and his skin tone, his straight arrow nose and his hair. From my mother I’m not sure what I got. She’s shorter, but full Japanese. My sister looks more like her—shorter at five three and lighter in complexion. Nobody ever thinks she’s anything more than Japanese even though we have the same mixed blood lines. While my eyes got the slight slant hers have a full on slant. The one thing she says though is that the mix helped her get a great butt. As if I want to think about my sister and great butts in the same sentence.
     
    Topaz stirred in my arms and I knew she was awakening it was why I let her go. I let her get up and go use the bathroom, shower, wash her face to get the dried streaks of makeup off and get cleaned up. I made myself useful in the kitchen, cooking for her so she could eat. She hadn’t eaten since I brought her home and it was going on noon now so she needed to eat. Ninety-six pounds looked good on her, but it was too thin at the same time. She was still in her healthy weight range, but she was at the very bottom end of it. Two more pounds lost and she would be underweight. Topaz loved to say she was five one but really she’s five feet with a half inch. I know this because I can judge height and weight real well. I’m typically good with judging age too except Topaz looks underage still. From what my sister tells me   Topaz gets a lot of people asking her if she’s even old enough to drive. They think she’s too young in a still in junior high kind of way. To me she looks nearly sixteen, seventeen at most. I say that’s good. Looking young never killed anybody—that I know of anyway.
     
    When she emerged from seclusion she had her hair pulled back in a high ponytail and she was wearing a fitted red t-shirt and white pants. I looked her over realizing she looked pretty darn good standing there—except for that permanent depressed look on her face.
     
    “Thanks,” she whispered as she approached the breakfast bar and sat down. I slid a plate of pancakes and Turkey bacon over to her before fixing her a glass of water.
     
    “You’re welcome.”
     
    “No, I mean…well yes, for this to, but for last night. Thanks for picking me up. I didn’t want to have to walk in the rain.”
     
    “You would have had a fifteen mile walk.” I looked at her realizing she would have walked it if she felt she had to. She had actually said she would walk when I told her my sister wasn’t home and she had already left for Japan.
     
    She shrugged. “Maybe it would have done my body some good,” she mumbled as she pushed food around on her plate. There was no way in hell I was going to let her do this to herself. I was not going to let her starve herself thinking she was fat. She’s not fat.
     
    I pulled up a chair on the other side of the breakfast bar and took the fork from her hand. I had my own food to eat too, but at that moment   I was more concerned about