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heard of anyone coming in a dream … wow, Liz, this Limo Man is really messing with your head.''
Elizabeth shrugged, not willing to tell her best friend that it wasn't only her head he was messing with. Her body ached and her heart pounded every time she thought of him. ''Limo Man?'' Elizabeth said, attempting to add some humor to the conversation. ''I guess that's a better way to think of him, if he shows up in my dreams again. I've been calling him Ma … Mystery Man.''
Nancy looked at her, her eyes betraying that she had, indeed, caught the slip. ''While I am praying that you do find a man that you wish to call Master and find the happiness and love that I have with Jason,'' Nancy said, as they pulled up to the office, ''I don't want you to lose any sleep over some mystery Limo Man. Agreed?''
Elizabeth nodded, as she unlocked their office door. ''Agreed. Besides we are going to be way too busy to be fantasizing about anything but this project.'' Nancy flipped on their computers and did not bother pointing out that Liz had used the word "fantasizing" rather than "dreaming."
The next week flew. The women worked long hours and would have missed many meals if not for Jason. He knew very well how intensely they buried themselves in their work. He also knew the timing could have been better; Elizabeth would be swamped while he and Nancy were on their honeymoon. Elizabeth would never complain, but Jason did all he could to make this week easier by preparing dinner every evening, keeping it warm in the oven or waiting in their refrigerator, with easy instructions on warming it up whenever they finally dragged themselves home.
The entire team met at the Dietrich home on Friday morning. Benjamin and Helen welcomed them all and accepted their thanks with a graciousness that proved why so many firms wished to work with them. Their house was a large mansion in the very wealthy River Oaks neighborhood. Though other neighborhoods had grown up outside the Houston city limits that offered larger homes, the homes in River Oaks offered a stately, elegant charm that the others could not copy.
Nancy and Elizabeth watched as the last of the furnishings and accessories that were not in their final design were packed up and taken to storage. They were keeping the antique bedroom set, both agreeing the bed was not only a better quality than a great deal of the furniture available today, it was romantic. It had been in Benjamin's family for years and hopefully would continue to be passed down the family line.
Nancy said, ''Liz, are you sure you don't want to wait for me to help? I feel like I am abandoning you. You've got so much still to coordinate. I know my people aren't scheduled until after next week, but those are just the final things. In the meantime, you are going to be stuck supervising all of this!'' Nancy said.
They left the bedroom and entered the adjoining bathroom. It was being enlarged and updated, and had already been gutted, the plumbing moved to allow for a huge shower, a much larger double-sink vanity and a claw-foot tub that Elizabeth had found and was currently being restored. ''I'm sure, Nancy,'' Elizabeth assured her. ''The shower will be in by Sunday, and I can spend several days next week working on the mosaic. It will be fine, I promise. Everything is under control. I don't want you worrying about anything. You are getting married tomorrow,'' Elizabeth continued, with a smile. ''I love you, girl, and as you so wisely said not too long ago, this project is not what life is about. Now, relax and think about how Jason is going to look when he sees you walking down the aisle.''
Nancy threw her arms around Elizabeth. ''I love you, too,'' she said and visibly relaxed. Elizabeth grinned, knowing Nancy's mind was no longer just fixated on the project; it was on the love of her life.
The Dietrichs left when the teams did. Until the house was finished, they would
Elizabeth shrugged, not willing to tell her best friend that it wasn't only her head he was messing with. Her body ached and her heart pounded every time she thought of him. ''Limo Man?'' Elizabeth said, attempting to add some humor to the conversation. ''I guess that's a better way to think of him, if he shows up in my dreams again. I've been calling him Ma … Mystery Man.''
Nancy looked at her, her eyes betraying that she had, indeed, caught the slip. ''While I am praying that you do find a man that you wish to call Master and find the happiness and love that I have with Jason,'' Nancy said, as they pulled up to the office, ''I don't want you to lose any sleep over some mystery Limo Man. Agreed?''
Elizabeth nodded, as she unlocked their office door. ''Agreed. Besides we are going to be way too busy to be fantasizing about anything but this project.'' Nancy flipped on their computers and did not bother pointing out that Liz had used the word "fantasizing" rather than "dreaming."
The next week flew. The women worked long hours and would have missed many meals if not for Jason. He knew very well how intensely they buried themselves in their work. He also knew the timing could have been better; Elizabeth would be swamped while he and Nancy were on their honeymoon. Elizabeth would never complain, but Jason did all he could to make this week easier by preparing dinner every evening, keeping it warm in the oven or waiting in their refrigerator, with easy instructions on warming it up whenever they finally dragged themselves home.
The entire team met at the Dietrich home on Friday morning. Benjamin and Helen welcomed them all and accepted their thanks with a graciousness that proved why so many firms wished to work with them. Their house was a large mansion in the very wealthy River Oaks neighborhood. Though other neighborhoods had grown up outside the Houston city limits that offered larger homes, the homes in River Oaks offered a stately, elegant charm that the others could not copy.
Nancy and Elizabeth watched as the last of the furnishings and accessories that were not in their final design were packed up and taken to storage. They were keeping the antique bedroom set, both agreeing the bed was not only a better quality than a great deal of the furniture available today, it was romantic. It had been in Benjamin's family for years and hopefully would continue to be passed down the family line.
Nancy said, ''Liz, are you sure you don't want to wait for me to help? I feel like I am abandoning you. You've got so much still to coordinate. I know my people aren't scheduled until after next week, but those are just the final things. In the meantime, you are going to be stuck supervising all of this!'' Nancy said.
They left the bedroom and entered the adjoining bathroom. It was being enlarged and updated, and had already been gutted, the plumbing moved to allow for a huge shower, a much larger double-sink vanity and a claw-foot tub that Elizabeth had found and was currently being restored. ''I'm sure, Nancy,'' Elizabeth assured her. ''The shower will be in by Sunday, and I can spend several days next week working on the mosaic. It will be fine, I promise. Everything is under control. I don't want you worrying about anything. You are getting married tomorrow,'' Elizabeth continued, with a smile. ''I love you, girl, and as you so wisely said not too long ago, this project is not what life is about. Now, relax and think about how Jason is going to look when he sees you walking down the aisle.''
Nancy threw her arms around Elizabeth. ''I love you, too,'' she said and visibly relaxed. Elizabeth grinned, knowing Nancy's mind was no longer just fixated on the project; it was on the love of her life.
The Dietrichs left when the teams did. Until the house was finished, they would
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