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Authors: Kitty Bucholtz
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together, arguing and muttering like people who’ve known and loved each other for a long time. Half way through, it became obvious they were putting on a show for our amusement.
The men hugged and kissed Patty goodbye, and shook hands with the other women. Ted’s handshake and smile conveyed a warmth I’d sensed in Matt. It must be a family trait. I added that to my mental list of what to look for in a man.
Don’t make that list too lon g , grumbled Sergeant Pride.
Gotta start somewhere, right?
When Matt shook my hand, I got that 9-volt-battery-on-your-tongue feeling again. That was definitely going on the list.
“I’m glad you enjoyed Abundance Creek,” he said. His dimple appeared as his smile widened. “Of course, you quite literally experienced the creek.” He squeezed my hand.
I laughed. “Thanks for saving me.”
He still had my hand in his, which was doing funny things to my insides. Heck, I was never going to see him again; I’d let him hold my hand as long as he wanted. His hands were rough and calloused, and his thumb traced little circles on my skin. When I got home, I was going to have to have tests done for nerve damage. ’Cause every nerve ending in my arm was firing.
Can we take him home with u s , asked Lovesick with a sigh.
I tried to think of something to say before I embarrassed myself. After all, there were ten other people standing around talking. Someone was going to notice Matt and I staring at each other wordlessly.
“Thanks for the lessons,” I said.
“If you wanted,” Matt paused, cleared his throat, continued, “we could exchange phone numbers.”
A thousand Voices created a cacophony of sound in my head, much like the sound of rushing wind. The sound people say they hear just before they pass out.
Logic prevailed — as it does so infrequently in my life, pretty much only when I’m working. “That sounds great. If you ever want to buy a house,” I dug through my purse looking for my cards, “give me a call.” I found a card and handed it over.
I couldn’t read his expression. “Right. Exactly,” he said as he squeezed my hand one last time and released it. He pulled a card out of his wallet and gave it to me. I was too nervous to do anything but shove it in my purse and smile.
As he walked away, I wished I knew what he was thinking. Emily sidled up next to me and whispered, “Oh. My. Gosh.”
“Shh!” I whispered. She giggled as we got in the van.
I tried to resist, but as we pulled away, I looked out the window. Matt and Ted stood watching us. Matt raised his hand and smiled. At me. I couldn’t help it. I grinned like the Cheshire cat and waved back.
“So, did you give Matt your phone number?” Patty turned in the front passenger seat to smile broadly at me.
I kept my tone light. “We exchanged business cards, but I came up here to learn to fish and I did. Now it’s back to the real world.”
Patty gave me a funny look. “I thought you two were getting along pretty well. Don’t you want to see him again?”
I laughed and shook my head. No need for matchmaking. I’d started a list of qualities I wanted to find in Mr. Right. Heartbreak had its moment. Now it was time for me to move on. When I got home, well, maybe I’d look around a little.
CHAPTER 7
WHEN Monday dawned, I was ready to go again. I came to work early, determined to catch up on anything on my desk by noon. My Starbucks iced mocha with whipped cream (yes, suga r an d caffeine) rested on a sandstone coaster as I booted up my computer and looked over my mail.
Carmen, the office manager, stopped by with my phone messages when she came in. “Okay, girl, tell me everything.” She leaned against my desk and sipped her coffee.
“Well, let’s see. I saw a bear, fell in the river, and found out I don’t like to fish.” I laughed at Carmen’s expression. Obviously not what she was expecting.
“Sounds terrible!”
I leaned back in my chair and sipped my coffee.
The men hugged and kissed Patty goodbye, and shook hands with the other women. Ted’s handshake and smile conveyed a warmth I’d sensed in Matt. It must be a family trait. I added that to my mental list of what to look for in a man.
Don’t make that list too lon g , grumbled Sergeant Pride.
Gotta start somewhere, right?
When Matt shook my hand, I got that 9-volt-battery-on-your-tongue feeling again. That was definitely going on the list.
“I’m glad you enjoyed Abundance Creek,” he said. His dimple appeared as his smile widened. “Of course, you quite literally experienced the creek.” He squeezed my hand.
I laughed. “Thanks for saving me.”
He still had my hand in his, which was doing funny things to my insides. Heck, I was never going to see him again; I’d let him hold my hand as long as he wanted. His hands were rough and calloused, and his thumb traced little circles on my skin. When I got home, I was going to have to have tests done for nerve damage. ’Cause every nerve ending in my arm was firing.
Can we take him home with u s , asked Lovesick with a sigh.
I tried to think of something to say before I embarrassed myself. After all, there were ten other people standing around talking. Someone was going to notice Matt and I staring at each other wordlessly.
“Thanks for the lessons,” I said.
“If you wanted,” Matt paused, cleared his throat, continued, “we could exchange phone numbers.”
A thousand Voices created a cacophony of sound in my head, much like the sound of rushing wind. The sound people say they hear just before they pass out.
Logic prevailed — as it does so infrequently in my life, pretty much only when I’m working. “That sounds great. If you ever want to buy a house,” I dug through my purse looking for my cards, “give me a call.” I found a card and handed it over.
I couldn’t read his expression. “Right. Exactly,” he said as he squeezed my hand one last time and released it. He pulled a card out of his wallet and gave it to me. I was too nervous to do anything but shove it in my purse and smile.
As he walked away, I wished I knew what he was thinking. Emily sidled up next to me and whispered, “Oh. My. Gosh.”
“Shh!” I whispered. She giggled as we got in the van.
I tried to resist, but as we pulled away, I looked out the window. Matt and Ted stood watching us. Matt raised his hand and smiled. At me. I couldn’t help it. I grinned like the Cheshire cat and waved back.
“So, did you give Matt your phone number?” Patty turned in the front passenger seat to smile broadly at me.
I kept my tone light. “We exchanged business cards, but I came up here to learn to fish and I did. Now it’s back to the real world.”
Patty gave me a funny look. “I thought you two were getting along pretty well. Don’t you want to see him again?”
I laughed and shook my head. No need for matchmaking. I’d started a list of qualities I wanted to find in Mr. Right. Heartbreak had its moment. Now it was time for me to move on. When I got home, well, maybe I’d look around a little.
CHAPTER 7
WHEN Monday dawned, I was ready to go again. I came to work early, determined to catch up on anything on my desk by noon. My Starbucks iced mocha with whipped cream (yes, suga r an d caffeine) rested on a sandstone coaster as I booted up my computer and looked over my mail.
Carmen, the office manager, stopped by with my phone messages when she came in. “Okay, girl, tell me everything.” She leaned against my desk and sipped her coffee.
“Well, let’s see. I saw a bear, fell in the river, and found out I don’t like to fish.” I laughed at Carmen’s expression. Obviously not what she was expecting.
“Sounds terrible!”
I leaned back in my chair and sipped my coffee.
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