Sparks Fly
corporate issue, Joyce developed a plan.
    Later that day, happily settled back at home with her paints and canvas, shee sent Will off to the grocery store and put her plan into action.
    She picked up the phone and dialed information. “I’d like the number for Angelina Morgan please.”
    Five minutes later, Joyce called the airlines and charged one first class plane ticket to her infrequently-used credit card. She was happy that some of the money Will insisted on depositing into her saving account each month was finally being put to good use.

    * * *
    Angelina still wasn’t exactly sure what had happened. One minute she was being clear-headed and firm with Will’s mother—explaining how it was impossible for her to rearrange her schedule to fly to New York for a consultation and that she was happy to give her the number of an excellent consultant in New York, not mention the fact that $5000 really was far too much money to pay for her services—and the next minute she was in her bedroom packing because an airport limo was parked in her driveway.
    On the drive to the airport she wondered what the real story was behind the out-of-the-blue phone call. She didn’t believe for one minute that Will’s mother desperately needed her expertise. But since it would be several more hours before she could get any answers, she tried to relax and enjoy the new experience of flying first-class.
    It really was very nice, she admitted as she chose Breakfast at Tiffany’s to watch on the personal DVD player the flight attendant gave her. She couldn’t help but enjoy the gourmet meal they laid across her tray table.
    Kicking out the footrest, she accepted the glass of champagne the stewardess offered her at the end of the movie and closed her eyes. Tonight would be soon enough to unravel everything. Right now she was going to concentrate on savoring this small taste of the good life.

    * * *
    Joyce looked up at the clock. 9 p.m.. “Honey, I’m going to turn in now.”
    Will looked up from his laptop. “Do you need help with anything?”
    She wheeled over to him in her on-loan wheelchair. “Just give me a kiss on the cheek and I’ll roll away.”
    Will chuckled. “You’re pretty good at that thing. Where’d you learn to maneuver it so well?”
    His mother winked at him. “I’d tell you, but then I’d have to run over your toes.” She paused, her smile softening. “It really is nice to have you home for a few days.”
    “Next time you don’t have to throw yourself off a ladder to get me here.”
    Joyce was laughing as she wheeled off out of the living room, leaving Will alone with his thoughts. All day, he’d been calling Angelina, but every time her voice mail picked up.
    Whenever he'd had a problem, he'd always found a good solution. But he was floored by his continuing ineptitude in dealing with Angelina.
    A knock sounded on the door. He prayed that it wasn’t another young woman sent over by her parents to meet him. He opened the door slowly, expecting the worst. He couldn’t believe his eyes.
    “Angelina?”
    “Will? What's going on?”
    Angelina looked even better in real life than she did in his dreams. Her clothes were slightly rumpled from the flight. Rumpled looked amazing on her.
    “I’ve just flown all the way across the country and all you can do is stand there gaping at me?”
    Will wasn’t sure what possessed him just then. He knew he should have had better control over his baser urges, but he just didn’t.
    “I should have done this instead.” He reached for the woman he hadn't been able to stop thinking about.
    And kissed her.

    * * *
    Angelina was so surprised by Will’s kiss that she kissed him back.
    It should be illegal for anyone to kiss as well as he did, she thought. Will deepened the kiss and Angelina whimpered in response. But when Will made a low sound of pleasure deep in his throat, Angelina immediately crashed back into the real world.
    She broke off the kiss and stumbled away from

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