“Liz!”
“Sign!” She slammed a packet of papers down on his desk. They weren’t official papers, just notes from Aaron, but she wanted to make a statement.
“Can this wait?” he asked, calmly motioning to his client who was holding her hand to her chest and making a fake outraged face.
“It has waited.” Liz dug out the small box from her purse. “And here’s this.” She shoved the box into Chris’s hand and picked up her papers. “Face it. We’re done.”
“Should I step out?” his client asked. She stood to leave, but Chris took her by the wrist.
“Please stay. My ex-wife is finished here.”
“Of course I am,” Liz laughed. “Listen sweetie. Let me give you some advice. Aaron Hartley at Jameson and Midler will take care of you.”
“That’s enough.” Chris held his hand up to block Liz from moving closer to his client.
She spoke around his hand. “I can tell you like to buy the best.” Liz scanned the woman, who looked like she could easily appear on a “Housewife” show. “But you’re not getting your full money’s worth.” Liz held up her index finger and thumb, then pushed them closer together.
The woman’s mouth gaped open and Judy snickered from the door. Chris jerked Liz by the elbow. “Enough!”
“Not enough,” Liz said behind a chuckle as Chris escorted her out the door. “Trust me! Call Aaron! He’s got a full package!”
Chapter Thirteen
After leaving Chris’s office all Liz could think about was returning to the Buckeye. Her whole world had collapsed. She was a prisoner for almost another week, but she didn’t have to act like it. Maybe I’ll just teach him a lesson with a sexy bartender. Send him some pics. Show him the arms he pushed me into. The strong, muscular, oh so hard arms.
Liz shook off her thoughts by slapping her cheeks. He’s a man. A real man. Oscar Wallace exists. He’s not just a fantasy. Over the last few, stretched out months visions of a life with Oscar, the mysterious stranger gave her hope. He was a cliched dream come true. She may not fall hard for the bartender, but the sexual tension was there and she was primed for a release.
A quick stop at home, change into a sexier outfit, and she was ready to shake off Chris’s antics by giving herself to Oscar for the evening.
With plenty of spaces out front she chose instead to park in the small lot at the back of the building. She didn’t want to make a scene with her arrival, so she assumed entering through the exit might do the trick. It didn’t. With one foot in the door, she heard Mitch yell, “Liz!”
Her eyes adjusted to the dark bar and she saw Mitch turned on his barstool with open arms and a cheshire grin ready to greet her.
“You missed me.” She practically skipped over to him. Giving him a huge hug, she allowed his hands to linger on her lower back.
“Sure glad to see you, sugar.” Mitch spun her around by the waist and waved across to the trio of men by the pool table. “Pay up boys.” He rubbed his thumb and fingers together for payment. The three, shrugged and pantomimed as if they didn’t understand.
“What’s this all about?”
“They bet you wouldn’t be back, but I had my suspicions about you.”
“Suspicions?” Liz looked around, but didn’t see the man she’d come to see. In fact the trio and Mitch were the only patrons in the bar. Mitch patted the seat next to him, so she made herself comfy.
“I’m never wrong. I saw chemistry between you and a certain zombie. Reminded me of a couple of dairy farmers I once wrote about.”
“I remind you of an erotica heroine?”
“Not yet, but the night’s early.” Mitch patted her knee, his cheshire grin returned although this time it accompanied a leering look. “Kisses sugar. I know who you came to see.” He winked.
“Then where is he?” she asked, looking around. The back door swung open with her answer. There he is.
“About time you showed up,” Oscar said with a case of beer in his
“Sign!” She slammed a packet of papers down on his desk. They weren’t official papers, just notes from Aaron, but she wanted to make a statement.
“Can this wait?” he asked, calmly motioning to his client who was holding her hand to her chest and making a fake outraged face.
“It has waited.” Liz dug out the small box from her purse. “And here’s this.” She shoved the box into Chris’s hand and picked up her papers. “Face it. We’re done.”
“Should I step out?” his client asked. She stood to leave, but Chris took her by the wrist.
“Please stay. My ex-wife is finished here.”
“Of course I am,” Liz laughed. “Listen sweetie. Let me give you some advice. Aaron Hartley at Jameson and Midler will take care of you.”
“That’s enough.” Chris held his hand up to block Liz from moving closer to his client.
She spoke around his hand. “I can tell you like to buy the best.” Liz scanned the woman, who looked like she could easily appear on a “Housewife” show. “But you’re not getting your full money’s worth.” Liz held up her index finger and thumb, then pushed them closer together.
The woman’s mouth gaped open and Judy snickered from the door. Chris jerked Liz by the elbow. “Enough!”
“Not enough,” Liz said behind a chuckle as Chris escorted her out the door. “Trust me! Call Aaron! He’s got a full package!”
Chapter Thirteen
After leaving Chris’s office all Liz could think about was returning to the Buckeye. Her whole world had collapsed. She was a prisoner for almost another week, but she didn’t have to act like it. Maybe I’ll just teach him a lesson with a sexy bartender. Send him some pics. Show him the arms he pushed me into. The strong, muscular, oh so hard arms.
Liz shook off her thoughts by slapping her cheeks. He’s a man. A real man. Oscar Wallace exists. He’s not just a fantasy. Over the last few, stretched out months visions of a life with Oscar, the mysterious stranger gave her hope. He was a cliched dream come true. She may not fall hard for the bartender, but the sexual tension was there and she was primed for a release.
A quick stop at home, change into a sexier outfit, and she was ready to shake off Chris’s antics by giving herself to Oscar for the evening.
With plenty of spaces out front she chose instead to park in the small lot at the back of the building. She didn’t want to make a scene with her arrival, so she assumed entering through the exit might do the trick. It didn’t. With one foot in the door, she heard Mitch yell, “Liz!”
Her eyes adjusted to the dark bar and she saw Mitch turned on his barstool with open arms and a cheshire grin ready to greet her.
“You missed me.” She practically skipped over to him. Giving him a huge hug, she allowed his hands to linger on her lower back.
“Sure glad to see you, sugar.” Mitch spun her around by the waist and waved across to the trio of men by the pool table. “Pay up boys.” He rubbed his thumb and fingers together for payment. The three, shrugged and pantomimed as if they didn’t understand.
“What’s this all about?”
“They bet you wouldn’t be back, but I had my suspicions about you.”
“Suspicions?” Liz looked around, but didn’t see the man she’d come to see. In fact the trio and Mitch were the only patrons in the bar. Mitch patted the seat next to him, so she made herself comfy.
“I’m never wrong. I saw chemistry between you and a certain zombie. Reminded me of a couple of dairy farmers I once wrote about.”
“I remind you of an erotica heroine?”
“Not yet, but the night’s early.” Mitch patted her knee, his cheshire grin returned although this time it accompanied a leering look. “Kisses sugar. I know who you came to see.” He winked.
“Then where is he?” she asked, looking around. The back door swung open with her answer. There he is.
“About time you showed up,” Oscar said with a case of beer in his
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