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into a discussion on
either subject.
    “He wanted to point out where an addition
will go,” Betsy offered as she slipped past Mary.
    “Where you going?”
    Betsy kept moving down the steps and toward
the front door when she called back over her shoulder. “I have some
banking to do.”
    “What about Skylar? He should be here--”
    “He can leave the plans with you.”
    Whatever Mary said fell on deaf ears. Betsy
had already exited the building. She slipped down the alley that
ran along the two story structure, a shortcut to the bank, two
blocks away. She had no reason to enter the bank. She’d done her
banking on Friday.
    Betsy turned the corner onto the main street
of town. She traveled down the business district like a woman
running from a fire; a fire of desire no amount of willpower and
determination could extinguish.
    She found herself inside the corner drug
store standing at the checkout counter with a bottle of Pepto
Bismol in her hand. It was worth a try, she thought, but knew a
dose of the awful tasting liquid wasn’t going to do a thing for the
giddy sensation in the pit of her stomach. Her sickness couldn’t be
cured with any kind of over the counter medicine.
    Slowing her pace considerably, she headed
back toward the office. Hopefully enough time had passed for Skylar
to have dropped off his house plans and gone on his way. But as
Betsy approached the end of the alley, she spotted old Betsy parked
across the street. She smashed her back against the brick building
wall and froze.
    “What’s wrong with me,” she was finally able
to mutter. Just because her body responded so vibrantly in his
presence, she couldn’t spend the rest of her life hiding from the
man.
    She closed her eyes, willed herself to
concentrate, and within seconds flipped open her eyelids. Taking a
deep breath, she shoved her chin in the air and peeled her back off
the wall. As she rounded the corner of the building and headed for
the front door, she repeatedly told herself her body parts would
not begin acting up when she saw him.
    Betsy opened the door, about to forge
onward, only to be stopped in her tracks by the sight of the large
frame filling the doorway. She instantly got a whiff of the
familiar cologne. A fluttering sensation tickled the core of her
stomach. But she refused to allow this mild sensation to trigger
anything more powerful. After all, it was her body and she was in
charge of it and extremely proud of herself for not barreling smack
into him when she came in the door.
    “Finally!” declared Skylar as his eyes made
a quick sweep down Betsy’s front, lingering slightly on her breasts
before finishing the journey.
    His warm smile made her believe he was happy
to see her, but Betsy noted the hint of sarcasm in his tone and
responded in kind. “Finally? I’m very busy, Skylar. You can’t drop
by whenever the mood strikes and assume I will be here or free to
see you.”
    “Betsy!” Mary shrieked from behind her desk.
“If you’re finished, there are customers waiting to see you in your
office.”
    “And I wouldn’t think of taking up a second
more of your precious time.” Skylar brushed past her on his way out
the door.
    Betsy remained speechless and breathless as
she watched him pass. Her silence continued as he crossed the
street. By the time he reached old Betsy, panic set in. She took a
quick look at Mary and took off after him.
    “Skylar,” Betsy called out as she darted
into the street without looking.
    If it were not for the sound of tires
squealing and a horn honking, he never would’ve looked back. But he
did, just as Betsy jumped onto the curb.
    “Hey lady, you tryin’ to get yourself
killed?” A man shouted from inside the passing car.
    Betsy mouthed a sorry, then looked away from
him to see Skylar only inches away from her. His eyes, warm and
gentle, gazed down into hers. Out of the corner of her eyes, she
saw his hands coming up the side of her like he was about to put
them on her. Instead,