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unlocked her car and standing close to him she looked into his eyes.
He kissed her lightly on the forehead. “We met here yesterday when she was applying for the job. That’s all. Chill out.”
Norma’s heart raced. Staring at his lips she considered kissing him back and finally let her lips graze the corner of his mouth. “Good luck today. Call me later.”
The soft scent of her perfume filled his head. “I would if I had your number.” His voice had grown husky and the timber made goosebumps rise on Norma’s arms. Digging around in her purse she pulled her out business cards and handed him one. “Get a cell phone. Then I can call you.”
“The house number hasn’t changed.” He shoved the card into his wallet.
Norma shook her head. “I don’t want to talk to your mother. She never liked me before and I doubt that has changed very much.” Wrinkling her nose she said “Oh Norma. How nice of you to call,” she said in a funny high voice.
Kort shook his head and gave her a quick hug. “I’d better get going. I’ll talk to you later.”
“You better!” she called after him. Watching him climb into his truck she felt a shiver of excitement. She was wondering if there was a chance for them as Grace came dashing out of the diner and headed across the parking lot toward the service station. A small frown creased her forehead as she got into her car. “She’s nobody,” she muttered under her breath. But as she drove past the station she strained to see where the young woman had gone. “She’s nothing.”
Chapter 10
Kort pulled past the fence and into the dusty parking lot in front of Riddle Construction. Several pick-up trucks and cars were parked to the side of a trailer. A large sign stretched across the front of the trailer heralding the company name and contact information as well as the owner’s name, Chad Stewart. Kort sat for a moment remembering how Chad had looked in high school. Neither a jock nor a hood Chad had fallen somewhere in the middle. Not a genius and far from slow he seemed to get along with everyone. Chad had been there the day the sheriff had walked into homeroom and placed the handcuffs on Kort’s wrists. His eyes betrayed no shock or surprise, he simply watched as Kort was led from the classroom, down the halls, and out to the waiting sheriff’s car.
The door to the trailer opened and two middle aged men wearing bright yellow hard hats emerged. Kort waited until they got into a pick-up with the company logo displayed on the side before getting out of his truck and heading to the trailer. The air smelled of cement and plaster and other familiar new construction scents. Kort was just reaching for the door knob when the door swung open and another middle aged man moved aside to let him enter.
Chad was sitting on the corner of a desk at the far end of the trailer and his face broke into a smile when he saw Kort. Rising he extended his hand, “Kort Eriksen! You’ve grown a few inches.”
Shaking his hand Kort grinned. “You’re not exactly short yourself Chad.” Chad had in fact grown a few inches but he was still three inches shorter than Kort. “You’ve done a good job here,” Kort commented, gesturing at the office. “And I appreciate the opportunity.”
Chad nodded slowly. “You know Kort I never believed you were guilty. A lot of us guys figured you were just an easy target.”
Smiling wryly Kort nodded back. “Unfortunately I couldn’t prove I was innocent.” Taking a deep breath he continued. “But what’s done is done. I have to move forward. Like I said, I appreciate what you’re doing.”
“Come on and have a seat.” Chad took his chair behind the desk and Kort sat down across from him. Pulling his resume from the manila envelope he slid it across the desk toward Chad.
Without looking at it Chad spoke softly. “I’ve already seen it Kort. But to tell you the truth I would have hired you anyway. I’ve always been a little guilty about
He kissed her lightly on the forehead. “We met here yesterday when she was applying for the job. That’s all. Chill out.”
Norma’s heart raced. Staring at his lips she considered kissing him back and finally let her lips graze the corner of his mouth. “Good luck today. Call me later.”
The soft scent of her perfume filled his head. “I would if I had your number.” His voice had grown husky and the timber made goosebumps rise on Norma’s arms. Digging around in her purse she pulled her out business cards and handed him one. “Get a cell phone. Then I can call you.”
“The house number hasn’t changed.” He shoved the card into his wallet.
Norma shook her head. “I don’t want to talk to your mother. She never liked me before and I doubt that has changed very much.” Wrinkling her nose she said “Oh Norma. How nice of you to call,” she said in a funny high voice.
Kort shook his head and gave her a quick hug. “I’d better get going. I’ll talk to you later.”
“You better!” she called after him. Watching him climb into his truck she felt a shiver of excitement. She was wondering if there was a chance for them as Grace came dashing out of the diner and headed across the parking lot toward the service station. A small frown creased her forehead as she got into her car. “She’s nobody,” she muttered under her breath. But as she drove past the station she strained to see where the young woman had gone. “She’s nothing.”
Chapter 10
Kort pulled past the fence and into the dusty parking lot in front of Riddle Construction. Several pick-up trucks and cars were parked to the side of a trailer. A large sign stretched across the front of the trailer heralding the company name and contact information as well as the owner’s name, Chad Stewart. Kort sat for a moment remembering how Chad had looked in high school. Neither a jock nor a hood Chad had fallen somewhere in the middle. Not a genius and far from slow he seemed to get along with everyone. Chad had been there the day the sheriff had walked into homeroom and placed the handcuffs on Kort’s wrists. His eyes betrayed no shock or surprise, he simply watched as Kort was led from the classroom, down the halls, and out to the waiting sheriff’s car.
The door to the trailer opened and two middle aged men wearing bright yellow hard hats emerged. Kort waited until they got into a pick-up with the company logo displayed on the side before getting out of his truck and heading to the trailer. The air smelled of cement and plaster and other familiar new construction scents. Kort was just reaching for the door knob when the door swung open and another middle aged man moved aside to let him enter.
Chad was sitting on the corner of a desk at the far end of the trailer and his face broke into a smile when he saw Kort. Rising he extended his hand, “Kort Eriksen! You’ve grown a few inches.”
Shaking his hand Kort grinned. “You’re not exactly short yourself Chad.” Chad had in fact grown a few inches but he was still three inches shorter than Kort. “You’ve done a good job here,” Kort commented, gesturing at the office. “And I appreciate the opportunity.”
Chad nodded slowly. “You know Kort I never believed you were guilty. A lot of us guys figured you were just an easy target.”
Smiling wryly Kort nodded back. “Unfortunately I couldn’t prove I was innocent.” Taking a deep breath he continued. “But what’s done is done. I have to move forward. Like I said, I appreciate what you’re doing.”
“Come on and have a seat.” Chad took his chair behind the desk and Kort sat down across from him. Pulling his resume from the manila envelope he slid it across the desk toward Chad.
Without looking at it Chad spoke softly. “I’ve already seen it Kort. But to tell you the truth I would have hired you anyway. I’ve always been a little guilty about
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