第33部分(第6/7 頁)

sa　felt　the　same　way。　It　was　nine　o’clock；　but　Hollis　was　still　in　a　meeting　with　Streetscape　execs　over　distribution　for　Rowing　to　Reykjavík。　She’d　called　him　a　few　times；　but　the　phone　had　gone　straight　to　voice　mail。

Vanessa　had　hoped　they　could　spend　some　quality　time　alone；　now　that　he　was　finally　home；　but　he　had　such　a　crammed　schedule　of　meetings　and　mandatory　studio　holiday　parties　and　conference　calls　that　they’d　barely　spent　any　time　together。　In　fact；　they　hadn’t　even　exchanged　Christmas　presents　yet—unless　you　counted　the　several　pairs　of　ugly　wool　socks　he’d　presented　to　her　his　first　night　back。　He　said　that　they　were　the　only　thing　that　kept　him　warm　in　Iceland。　Vanessa　was　planning　on　giving　him　a　framed　photo　of　the　dilapidated　picnic　table　on　his　old　roof。　She’d　begged　his　old　roommates　for　access；　and　had　spent　one　chilly　afternoon　shooting　it；　recalling　their　first　kiss。　But　she　hadn’t　even　had　the　chance　to　give　it　to　him。　It　felt　like　he’d　only　e　into　the　apartment　to　dump　his　stuff　and　then　leave　again。　A　collection　of　gray　wool　socks　were　balled　up　under　the　glass　coffee　table　like　nesting　chinchillas；　and　a　collection　of　coffee　mugs　were　in　a　Stonehenge…like　formation　around　the　sink。　Huge　stills　from　Rowing　to　Reykjavík　were　lined　up　along　the　hallway；　blocking　the　way　as　they　waited　to　be　hung。

The　elevator　door　finally　slid　open。　“Hey　babe！”　Hollis　yelled　happily。

“Hey！”　she　called　out。　She　tried　not　to　let　her　annoyance　show　when　she　noticed　the　two　skinny；　goateed　guys　trailing　behind　Hollis。

“These　are　two　Streetscape　interns。　Josh；　Randy；　this　is　Vanessa。”　The　two　guys　trailed　Hollis　into　the　kitchen　and　stood　there；　not　taking　off　their　shoes　or　coats。　Instead　of　handshakes；　they　each　offered　Vanessa　a　limp　w