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Authors: Cynthia MacGregor
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gadabout. He had no other lady in his life right now, and with his thoughts very much centered on Kari, he wasn’t looking to invest his emotional energy anywhere else.
In fact, when one of the regular cashiers got into conversation with him as she rang up his purchases, his thoughts turned, yet again, to Kari. This checker had a figure most women would kill for, though she had all the personality of a haddock in spite of a pleasant enough demeanor.
As Max exchanged the usual small talk with her, he compared her face with the photo of Kari’s face, scanned her body, and thought, She’s got very impressive looks, but what good is that when there’s no sparkle? Now, if she had Kari’s personality....
Which led him to wonder about Kari below the neck. What did the rest of her look like? From her facial photo, he suspected she might be a tad overweight, but he couldn’t be sure.
Paying for his purchases, he scooped up his two bags and left the store, driving to the bank a block away. There was an ice cream store in the same shopping plaza as the bank, and he decided to indulge. A banana split seemed very enticing.
He wasn’t the only one with ice cream concoctions in mind. As he walked to the ice cream store from the bank, a rather fat woman was standing outside the store, eating a strawberry royale. Max slowed his steps as he caught sight of the generously proportioned woman.
His eyes took in every visible inch from head to toe, and a huge shudder passed through him. Then, he turned abruptly around and headed back to his car. Maybe he’d skip the ice cream after all. He took one last look over his shoulder as he walked away, and his lip curled up in disgust.
Chapter 7
Work was a bitch on Tuesday. A press release had an error in it—not Kari’s fault, but it still made her look bad. A crisis arose in Accounting that involved her department, and she got dragged into it. The woman who usually answered the phones over lunch was out sick, two secretaries were out sick, and Kari got dragooned into fielding the phones for an hour. Some information she needed for a report she was working on wasn’t available.
Worst of all, she was getting stage fright about her weekend with Max. What if they didn’t hit it off as well in person as they had by email? What if they found that, in person, they sat staring at each other and had nothing to say? What if he canceled...it wasn’t definite, after all.
Or what if she fell seriously in love and began a long distance affair? Could he, would he, come see her every weekend? Would that even be enough? Ultimately, would he be willing to move to Jeffersonville? If not, would she be willing to move to Elm Ridge, giving up her job, selling her house, pulling up roots? If Max had been raised in his house, he might not be willing to pull up stakes so easily. But could she?
By mid afternoon, she’d developed a headache. She reached for an emergency Snickers bar from her desk drawer, but it didn’t help anything—the headache, the worries, or the business problems.
At 5:00, she felt like just going home, having dinner, and curling up in bed with a good novel. But, of course, she had committed to helping with the mailing at Larrimore HQ. Resolutely, she headed around the corner to China Xpress, whose motto was “Food on your table in ten minutes, or dinner’s on us.”
In fact, it took eleven minutes for her to be served, which Kari was not at all reticent to point out to her waiter. She ate her egg roll, Szechuan pork, and House Special fried rice—combination platter number six—with extra enjoyment, knowing all it would cost her was the tip. Then, fastidiously dabbing at her mouth, she rose from the table and exited the restaurant.
It was growing quite chilly. Kari hurried to the warmth of her car and pulled out into traffic, heading for the campaign’s storefront. When she got there, things were in a worse uproar than they’d been at her office
In fact, when one of the regular cashiers got into conversation with him as she rang up his purchases, his thoughts turned, yet again, to Kari. This checker had a figure most women would kill for, though she had all the personality of a haddock in spite of a pleasant enough demeanor.
As Max exchanged the usual small talk with her, he compared her face with the photo of Kari’s face, scanned her body, and thought, She’s got very impressive looks, but what good is that when there’s no sparkle? Now, if she had Kari’s personality....
Which led him to wonder about Kari below the neck. What did the rest of her look like? From her facial photo, he suspected she might be a tad overweight, but he couldn’t be sure.
Paying for his purchases, he scooped up his two bags and left the store, driving to the bank a block away. There was an ice cream store in the same shopping plaza as the bank, and he decided to indulge. A banana split seemed very enticing.
He wasn’t the only one with ice cream concoctions in mind. As he walked to the ice cream store from the bank, a rather fat woman was standing outside the store, eating a strawberry royale. Max slowed his steps as he caught sight of the generously proportioned woman.
His eyes took in every visible inch from head to toe, and a huge shudder passed through him. Then, he turned abruptly around and headed back to his car. Maybe he’d skip the ice cream after all. He took one last look over his shoulder as he walked away, and his lip curled up in disgust.
Chapter 7
Work was a bitch on Tuesday. A press release had an error in it—not Kari’s fault, but it still made her look bad. A crisis arose in Accounting that involved her department, and she got dragged into it. The woman who usually answered the phones over lunch was out sick, two secretaries were out sick, and Kari got dragooned into fielding the phones for an hour. Some information she needed for a report she was working on wasn’t available.
Worst of all, she was getting stage fright about her weekend with Max. What if they didn’t hit it off as well in person as they had by email? What if they found that, in person, they sat staring at each other and had nothing to say? What if he canceled...it wasn’t definite, after all.
Or what if she fell seriously in love and began a long distance affair? Could he, would he, come see her every weekend? Would that even be enough? Ultimately, would he be willing to move to Jeffersonville? If not, would she be willing to move to Elm Ridge, giving up her job, selling her house, pulling up roots? If Max had been raised in his house, he might not be willing to pull up stakes so easily. But could she?
By mid afternoon, she’d developed a headache. She reached for an emergency Snickers bar from her desk drawer, but it didn’t help anything—the headache, the worries, or the business problems.
At 5:00, she felt like just going home, having dinner, and curling up in bed with a good novel. But, of course, she had committed to helping with the mailing at Larrimore HQ. Resolutely, she headed around the corner to China Xpress, whose motto was “Food on your table in ten minutes, or dinner’s on us.”
In fact, it took eleven minutes for her to be served, which Kari was not at all reticent to point out to her waiter. She ate her egg roll, Szechuan pork, and House Special fried rice—combination platter number six—with extra enjoyment, knowing all it would cost her was the tip. Then, fastidiously dabbing at her mouth, she rose from the table and exited the restaurant.
It was growing quite chilly. Kari hurried to the warmth of her car and pulled out into traffic, heading for the campaign’s storefront. When she got there, things were in a worse uproar than they’d been at her office
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