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Authors: Clarice Wynter
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worked, offered a senior citizen dinner on Thursday nights in the winter. The menu always included chicken soup, hearty stew, overstuffed sandwiches, and an assortment of pastries for dessert. All were welcome, but anyone over the age of sixty-five got to eat for free, compliments of a number of town organizations.
Some volunteers now even brought meals to shut-ins, a project Harper had spearheaded this month since she spent most of her off hours at TF now. “So you’re going over to his apartment to play doctor?” Her giggle sounded far too maniacal to Audrey.
“Down girl. You’re enjoying this too much. No, I’m not playing doctor.” Audrey fished her wallet out of her purse. “I’m…” What was she doing? Some small part of her worried about Max. Soft tissue injuries didn’t often show up on X-rays and…and he wasn’t her patient. Another part of her refused to admit she’d been thinking about him since he’d been wheeled out of the hospital the other night.
“Next week is Valentine’s Day,” Harper said as they made their way down the hall toward the lobby. She put a hand on Audrey’s arm. “Dinner’s on me tonight. In exchange for details.”
“Don’t try to bribe me.”
“It’s not a bribe. It’s an open-faced, aboveboard payment for information. This guy has you tied up in knots. You’ve been on Mars since you met him. I don’t see why you don’t call Cassandra and tell her she didn’t screw up. Make an official date with him. Obviously he’s interested.”
“He irks me.” So much so she was running to his apartment to feed him chicken soup. What was wrong with her?
Harper laughed. “Then why are you seeing him tonight?”
“I’m not seeing him. I’m bringing him soup.”
“And you came here to get it, so now I know about it, which means you either want to talk about it or you want me to stop you.”
“Stop me, please. Stop me.”
“No way in hell. He’s cute. You’re wearing your favorite lipstick. Clearly you don’t want to be stopped. So I guess you want to talk.” Harper whispered in her ear, “And I know you. You’ll talk for free.”
“Shut up.”
“I’d invite you guys to the Valentine’s Day dance here, but it’s for singles, and by then…”
“By then I’ll be seeking therapy to find out why I can’t ignore this guy.”
“Because you like him.” Harper sang the words, which made Audrey a little queasy. Not that Harper couldn’t sing, but the whole scenario made her feel completely out of control.
“I’m bringing him soup, that’s all.”
“Call me in the morning.” Harper blew a kiss as Audrey left TF, her mind whirling. She had to get Max Shannon out of her system or she was going to lose her mind.
Chapter Eight
“Hey, I’m going for pizza. Want to come along?” Jared tapped Max’s foot as he breezed by the couch in their apartment.
“No. I’m just going to wallow.”
“So the girl doesn’t like you. Get a grip, man.”
“It’s not that. I’m just bored, lying here doing nothing.”
“So get out and do something. Stop acting like an old man. Haven’t you ever had sore muscles before?”
“Sure, but today I feel like a truck hit me.”
“I thought it was a Buick.”
“Ha, ha. Bring me a slice, would you?”
“Can’t. After I eat, I’ve got to get back to the office. I’ve got to have this presentation ready for the Expo. I just came home to grab a clean shirt for the meeting tonight.”
“They’re working you to death, dude.”
Jared laughed as he slipped on his coat. “But the overtime is sweet, and if I nail this campaign, I get an office.”
“For all these hours, they should give you the penthouse suite.”
“That’s next on my list.” Jared swung the door open, and Max almost fell off the couch. Audrey stood in the narrow hallway outside the apartment, her arms wrapped around an overstuffed paper bag. She looked amazing with her face framed by her shiny dark hair, a fluffy
Some volunteers now even brought meals to shut-ins, a project Harper had spearheaded this month since she spent most of her off hours at TF now. “So you’re going over to his apartment to play doctor?” Her giggle sounded far too maniacal to Audrey.
“Down girl. You’re enjoying this too much. No, I’m not playing doctor.” Audrey fished her wallet out of her purse. “I’m…” What was she doing? Some small part of her worried about Max. Soft tissue injuries didn’t often show up on X-rays and…and he wasn’t her patient. Another part of her refused to admit she’d been thinking about him since he’d been wheeled out of the hospital the other night.
“Next week is Valentine’s Day,” Harper said as they made their way down the hall toward the lobby. She put a hand on Audrey’s arm. “Dinner’s on me tonight. In exchange for details.”
“Don’t try to bribe me.”
“It’s not a bribe. It’s an open-faced, aboveboard payment for information. This guy has you tied up in knots. You’ve been on Mars since you met him. I don’t see why you don’t call Cassandra and tell her she didn’t screw up. Make an official date with him. Obviously he’s interested.”
“He irks me.” So much so she was running to his apartment to feed him chicken soup. What was wrong with her?
Harper laughed. “Then why are you seeing him tonight?”
“I’m not seeing him. I’m bringing him soup.”
“And you came here to get it, so now I know about it, which means you either want to talk about it or you want me to stop you.”
“Stop me, please. Stop me.”
“No way in hell. He’s cute. You’re wearing your favorite lipstick. Clearly you don’t want to be stopped. So I guess you want to talk.” Harper whispered in her ear, “And I know you. You’ll talk for free.”
“Shut up.”
“I’d invite you guys to the Valentine’s Day dance here, but it’s for singles, and by then…”
“By then I’ll be seeking therapy to find out why I can’t ignore this guy.”
“Because you like him.” Harper sang the words, which made Audrey a little queasy. Not that Harper couldn’t sing, but the whole scenario made her feel completely out of control.
“I’m bringing him soup, that’s all.”
“Call me in the morning.” Harper blew a kiss as Audrey left TF, her mind whirling. She had to get Max Shannon out of her system or she was going to lose her mind.
Chapter Eight
“Hey, I’m going for pizza. Want to come along?” Jared tapped Max’s foot as he breezed by the couch in their apartment.
“No. I’m just going to wallow.”
“So the girl doesn’t like you. Get a grip, man.”
“It’s not that. I’m just bored, lying here doing nothing.”
“So get out and do something. Stop acting like an old man. Haven’t you ever had sore muscles before?”
“Sure, but today I feel like a truck hit me.”
“I thought it was a Buick.”
“Ha, ha. Bring me a slice, would you?”
“Can’t. After I eat, I’ve got to get back to the office. I’ve got to have this presentation ready for the Expo. I just came home to grab a clean shirt for the meeting tonight.”
“They’re working you to death, dude.”
Jared laughed as he slipped on his coat. “But the overtime is sweet, and if I nail this campaign, I get an office.”
“For all these hours, they should give you the penthouse suite.”
“That’s next on my list.” Jared swung the door open, and Max almost fell off the couch. Audrey stood in the narrow hallway outside the apartment, her arms wrapped around an overstuffed paper bag. She looked amazing with her face framed by her shiny dark hair, a fluffy
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