Chapter One
Regan Jordan
slowly opened one eye, peering around the unfamiliar room as the morning sun
seeped through a chink in the otherwise tightly closed curtains to cascade over
her features. She was alone, in an unfamiliar bed. Tossing away the last
vestiges of sleep, she sat up. She was on vacation! She hugged her knees before
happily throwing herself back against the pillows of her scrumptiously soft
hotel bed. The next two weeks were hers to do as she pleased. On the nightstand
sat the two dreamed of tickets to The Lundquist Hour , her favorite TV
show of all time. They had not been easy to get, despite the fact the show
offered free tickets to all its tapings. But this one was special, this one had
her favorite star of stage and screen, Loretta Lindstrom, as today’s special
guest. And maybe if they were lucky, Loretta would sing for them. People often
said that she—Regan, sounded just like her, they were wrong of course, no one could
sing like Loretta, but even to be compared...the door burst open and in sprang
Elsie, her best friend and traveling companion. Elsie never did anything
quietly or slowly. She was like an excited, over-caffeinated jumping bean. She
been out for a run while Regan was sleeping in, hopefully she’d burned off a
little energy.
“You’re up!
Great! I’m starved. Let’s go out for breakfast...no wait, you’re not dressed!”
Elsie rolled her eyes, “Let’s order room service.”
“You order room
service while I shower and dress,” chuckled Regan. One thing Elsie was never
lacking in was enthusiasm. That’s why she was the perfect friend to spend this
much awaited vacation with. She was chipper, fun, easygoing, and a complete
optimist.
Regan whipped
off into the bathroom, for a long warm shower as Elsie picked up the phone,
grinning as she imagined what decadent culinary delights Elsie would order up
for breakfast. Elsie’s sweet tooth was legendary! They’d saved and penny
pinched for this vacation for so long, they planned to enjoy it to the fullest.
A delicious
aroma filled the air as Regan returned to the bedroom. Elsie sat at the small
dining table, staring at the breakfast spread with childlike delight.
“Fresh
strawberries, cream, warm croissants with butter and boysenberry preserves,
cafe latte, some extra espresso on the side…orange juice, and a small tray of
assorted chocolates. I restrained myself!” she grinned up at her friend.
Regan’s stomach
rumbled loudly. “Not by much!” She sat down eagerly picking up a juicy strawberry
in one hand and a croissant in the other. “That’s what I like about you, Elsie,
you know just how far to go. Though honestly… I’m not sure you need the extra
espresso!”
Elsie grinned.
She was not plump, just nicely curved. She liked to eat and managed to exercise
frequently enough not to have to worry too much about it. Fortunately, in her
enthusiasm she usually carried Regan along to the gym with her. She really
should have been a cheerleader or a work-out coach.
In appearance
they were total opposites. Elsie kept her sandy blonde hair short while Regan’s
soft brown hair was long. Elsie was petite at five feet two, Regan, though only
five feet six, appeared to tower over her tiny friend. Elsie’s eyes were brown,
and Regan’s blue. But they did have one thing in common besides their generous
but well-toned curves—a very healthy love of good food.
“We have all the
major food groups here,” Elsie informed her cheerfully, tucking into their
feast. When Regan gave her a doubtful look she counted on her small fingers,
“Dairy, fruit, carbohydrates…and caffeine.” She gave her a mischievous grin.
“We’re
practically health nuts,” Regan observed dryly.
***
Thorndike
Lundquist paced the long hallway of his TV production studio and slipped the
cell phone back into his inside pocket. Of all the days for anything to go
wrong, this was positively the worst. Lighting problems, staff shortages,
Ian Rankin
André Aciman
Stephen Knight
Sable Hunter
Raymond E. Feist, Joel Rosenberg
Jacki Delecki
Michael Jecks
Bridget Lang
John Irving
Mel Sherratt