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with staying until the New Year?”
Marcus undid the buttons on his shirt and pulled it off. “You know my rates.”
“How much more would it cost if we stayed until New Years Day?” Annie asked, mentally counting in her head. From the twenty-fourth to the first is nine days if I include both the twenty-fourth and the first. Two times nine would be eighteen hundred dollars! Way too much money, even if I wanted to stay… Annie realized suddenly that she did want to stay.
Marcus looked up at her. “I’ll tell you what,” he said as he dropped his old shirt onto the bed and picked up another one that was black, “if you could find it in your heart to iron this shirt for me, I’ll give you a special Christmas Week price.” He held out the shirt.
Annie looked at him skeptically. “Why would you do that?”
“Two reasons. The first is I really don’t enjoy ironing my shirts. Don’t ask me why, it’s one of those things. I can do it; I’m perfectly capable, but I don’t if I can find someone to do it for me.”
“What’s the second reason?” She took the shirt and looked it over.
“The second reason is, this place is nice. I kind of like it here. And I’d rather spend my New Years here getting paid than at home sitting on my butt all by myself not getting paid.” He lifted his hands and made a see saw motion. “Getting paid,” he said as one hand went high. “Not getting paid.” The ‘not getting paid’ hand was much lower.
Annie laughed at him. “I see your point. So what’s a good deal?”
Marcus held his chin as if in deep thought. “How about thirteen hundred, for the entire trip from the twenty-fourth to the first.”
Annie shook her head at him. “That’s a very good offer,” she said in mock seriousness. “Still kinda steep though. Will you knock off another hundred if I iron all your shirts for the rest of the trip?”
Marcus made a face like he was in pain. “You drive a hard bargain Miss LaFaye.”
“That’s how we country girls roll.”
Marcus laughed out loud. “Okay, you have a deal. Twelve hundred it is.” He held out his hand and Annie shook it. “Nice doing business with you.”
“You too,” she said as he let go of her hand. “Would you like those shirts done now or as you need them?”
“As I need them would be perfect.”
Annie smiled at him as she giggled. He was so close she could smell his cologne. His eyes sparkled with humor as he told her how he specifically liked his shirts ironed. “They have to be perfect or I’ll want my hundred bucks,” he said jokingly.
“I think I’ll be able to iron them to your very specific qualifications,” she teased back.
There was a silence as he looked down at her. Annie self-consciously tucked a piece of hair behind her ear as she took a step back toward the door. “Well I’ll get this done so we can be ready.”
“Thank you very much, I appreciate it.”
Annie nodded and almost walked into the door; she mentally kicked herself and then slipped out. Once out of the room she took a deep breath and put her hand on her heart, feeling the rapid motion beneath her fingertips. Something about that man made her pulse go wild. She walked down the stairs, unsure if spending another five days with Marcus was really the best thing to do, aside from the money she’d spend. She knew deep down she wanted to stay with him, but if history had taught her anything it was that usually what the heart wanted most was the one thing that could break it.
Chapter 9
That evening at the Christmas Farm Annie was able to relax and have a good time knowing she didn’t have to catch a plane in the morning. Jen and Zack were just as excited as Aunt Gabby to learn they were planning to stay to the New Year.
“It’s gonna be a great week!” Zack exclaimed.
Jen nodded in return as they rode in a white sleigh through the lights that adorned the world around them. Zack and Jen were cuddled up close on one side, with Zack
Marcus undid the buttons on his shirt and pulled it off. “You know my rates.”
“How much more would it cost if we stayed until New Years Day?” Annie asked, mentally counting in her head. From the twenty-fourth to the first is nine days if I include both the twenty-fourth and the first. Two times nine would be eighteen hundred dollars! Way too much money, even if I wanted to stay… Annie realized suddenly that she did want to stay.
Marcus looked up at her. “I’ll tell you what,” he said as he dropped his old shirt onto the bed and picked up another one that was black, “if you could find it in your heart to iron this shirt for me, I’ll give you a special Christmas Week price.” He held out the shirt.
Annie looked at him skeptically. “Why would you do that?”
“Two reasons. The first is I really don’t enjoy ironing my shirts. Don’t ask me why, it’s one of those things. I can do it; I’m perfectly capable, but I don’t if I can find someone to do it for me.”
“What’s the second reason?” She took the shirt and looked it over.
“The second reason is, this place is nice. I kind of like it here. And I’d rather spend my New Years here getting paid than at home sitting on my butt all by myself not getting paid.” He lifted his hands and made a see saw motion. “Getting paid,” he said as one hand went high. “Not getting paid.” The ‘not getting paid’ hand was much lower.
Annie laughed at him. “I see your point. So what’s a good deal?”
Marcus held his chin as if in deep thought. “How about thirteen hundred, for the entire trip from the twenty-fourth to the first.”
Annie shook her head at him. “That’s a very good offer,” she said in mock seriousness. “Still kinda steep though. Will you knock off another hundred if I iron all your shirts for the rest of the trip?”
Marcus made a face like he was in pain. “You drive a hard bargain Miss LaFaye.”
“That’s how we country girls roll.”
Marcus laughed out loud. “Okay, you have a deal. Twelve hundred it is.” He held out his hand and Annie shook it. “Nice doing business with you.”
“You too,” she said as he let go of her hand. “Would you like those shirts done now or as you need them?”
“As I need them would be perfect.”
Annie smiled at him as she giggled. He was so close she could smell his cologne. His eyes sparkled with humor as he told her how he specifically liked his shirts ironed. “They have to be perfect or I’ll want my hundred bucks,” he said jokingly.
“I think I’ll be able to iron them to your very specific qualifications,” she teased back.
There was a silence as he looked down at her. Annie self-consciously tucked a piece of hair behind her ear as she took a step back toward the door. “Well I’ll get this done so we can be ready.”
“Thank you very much, I appreciate it.”
Annie nodded and almost walked into the door; she mentally kicked herself and then slipped out. Once out of the room she took a deep breath and put her hand on her heart, feeling the rapid motion beneath her fingertips. Something about that man made her pulse go wild. She walked down the stairs, unsure if spending another five days with Marcus was really the best thing to do, aside from the money she’d spend. She knew deep down she wanted to stay with him, but if history had taught her anything it was that usually what the heart wanted most was the one thing that could break it.
Chapter 9
That evening at the Christmas Farm Annie was able to relax and have a good time knowing she didn’t have to catch a plane in the morning. Jen and Zack were just as excited as Aunt Gabby to learn they were planning to stay to the New Year.
“It’s gonna be a great week!” Zack exclaimed.
Jen nodded in return as they rode in a white sleigh through the lights that adorned the world around them. Zack and Jen were cuddled up close on one side, with Zack
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