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the more reserved, crafty one. They were at the complete opposite ends of the spectrum from each other, all the way down to looks. Kristen was taller, aroun d 5’8 ” and built like Marilyn Monroe – all curves and sex appeal with golden hair that hung down her back and big smoky blue eyes. She laughed loudly, went for everything with gusto, and was loyal to a fault.
Tabitha, however, faltered a bit on this scale. She was small – the smallest member of her family, standing all of 5’3” and barely filling out a size 3 jean. Even though she wasn’t completely lacking, she had no hourglass figure to boast of, in fact, when puberty had struck them (Kristen more so than Tabitha) she had borrowed Kristen’s bras to stuff. What she did have was a good dose of the family’s American Indian and Irish genes coursing through her blood blessing her with black, glistening hair and round, piercing blue eyes. Not that she paid heed to it anymore, but it usually brought her more than enough attention in the absence of a long pair of legs .
Kristen popped up alongside her, hoisting the large black bear further up on her hip. “Where do you want this?”
They made their way into the house and deposited the plants and animals in the guest bedroom. Kristen raised the blinds covering one of the windows and they both stared out at the man playing catch with Sam.
“Jesus, he is beautiful, isn’t he?” Kristen breathed.
“You should go for him.” Tabitha turned her back on the scene and busied herself situating the stuffed animals about the room.
“Why don’t you?” Kristen flopped onto the bed, snagging Tabby’s wrist and dragging her down as well. “He seems to have an affinity for you.” She waggled her eyebrows up and down.
“Oh, please. I’m just his pet project. He probably feels sorry for me because his dog did the damage.”
“Do you really think so?”
“Yep.”
“I don’t agree. Would he really be setting you up with a place to stay and a job just because his dog attacked you?” Kristen began braiding Tabby’s hair, a habit she’d had since grade school. “The signs posted at the front of the drive definitely exonerated him from liability. You entered at your own risk.”
That was true, however Jared’s behavior reeked of guilt.
“God, I could sleep for a week on this bed.” Kristen slid down, flopping the long plait over Tabitha’s shoulder and nuzzling up next to her.
“I know. I love it.”
“How long do you think he’ll let you stay?”
“He said I’d be covering the phones while he takes the remainder of his vacation. I guess a week or two. That should be plenty of time to find a waitressing job or something.”
Kristen pointedly looked at the arm casted and hung from a s ling about Tabitha’s neck then rolled her eyes. She found the energy to remove herself from the seductive confines of the bed. “Okay, kiddo. I need to get go ing. My clients are throwing a fit at my absence this past week.”
Tabitha walked her out to the sleek black Mercedes . “Kris, you didn’t have to do this, you know.”
“I know – but you would have done the same for me. I’ll call you tomorrow. Don’t do too much.” She folded herself behind the wheel, waving behind the windshield .
“Thank you. Be careful!”
Tabitha watched her drive off then turned to the task of locating her backpack. The house seemed different somehow. S he seemed removed from it all. She shoved her unhampered hand into the pocket of the jeans Kr isten had brought up for her. In fact, s he had brought two pair up to the hospital room one night to replace the torn ones Tabitha had been wearing. Kristen was the most thoughtful, caring friend she could have ever asked for.
“You want me to put this in the bedroom for you?” Tabi tha looked up at Jared’s question and saw the backpack dangling from his hand.
“Yes, please.” She
Tabitha, however, faltered a bit on this scale. She was small – the smallest member of her family, standing all of 5’3” and barely filling out a size 3 jean. Even though she wasn’t completely lacking, she had no hourglass figure to boast of, in fact, when puberty had struck them (Kristen more so than Tabitha) she had borrowed Kristen’s bras to stuff. What she did have was a good dose of the family’s American Indian and Irish genes coursing through her blood blessing her with black, glistening hair and round, piercing blue eyes. Not that she paid heed to it anymore, but it usually brought her more than enough attention in the absence of a long pair of legs .
Kristen popped up alongside her, hoisting the large black bear further up on her hip. “Where do you want this?”
They made their way into the house and deposited the plants and animals in the guest bedroom. Kristen raised the blinds covering one of the windows and they both stared out at the man playing catch with Sam.
“Jesus, he is beautiful, isn’t he?” Kristen breathed.
“You should go for him.” Tabitha turned her back on the scene and busied herself situating the stuffed animals about the room.
“Why don’t you?” Kristen flopped onto the bed, snagging Tabby’s wrist and dragging her down as well. “He seems to have an affinity for you.” She waggled her eyebrows up and down.
“Oh, please. I’m just his pet project. He probably feels sorry for me because his dog did the damage.”
“Do you really think so?”
“Yep.”
“I don’t agree. Would he really be setting you up with a place to stay and a job just because his dog attacked you?” Kristen began braiding Tabby’s hair, a habit she’d had since grade school. “The signs posted at the front of the drive definitely exonerated him from liability. You entered at your own risk.”
That was true, however Jared’s behavior reeked of guilt.
“God, I could sleep for a week on this bed.” Kristen slid down, flopping the long plait over Tabitha’s shoulder and nuzzling up next to her.
“I know. I love it.”
“How long do you think he’ll let you stay?”
“He said I’d be covering the phones while he takes the remainder of his vacation. I guess a week or two. That should be plenty of time to find a waitressing job or something.”
Kristen pointedly looked at the arm casted and hung from a s ling about Tabitha’s neck then rolled her eyes. She found the energy to remove herself from the seductive confines of the bed. “Okay, kiddo. I need to get go ing. My clients are throwing a fit at my absence this past week.”
Tabitha walked her out to the sleek black Mercedes . “Kris, you didn’t have to do this, you know.”
“I know – but you would have done the same for me. I’ll call you tomorrow. Don’t do too much.” She folded herself behind the wheel, waving behind the windshield .
“Thank you. Be careful!”
Tabitha watched her drive off then turned to the task of locating her backpack. The house seemed different somehow. S he seemed removed from it all. She shoved her unhampered hand into the pocket of the jeans Kr isten had brought up for her. In fact, s he had brought two pair up to the hospital room one night to replace the torn ones Tabitha had been wearing. Kristen was the most thoughtful, caring friend she could have ever asked for.
“You want me to put this in the bedroom for you?” Tabi tha looked up at Jared’s question and saw the backpack dangling from his hand.
“Yes, please.” She
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