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Authors: Leighann Dobbs
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accused herself of being.
She paused on her way out, fingers curled around her car keys. "Or is it the other way around? If I go to the gym to see if he's there..."
Sighing forcefully, she shook her head. "What does it matter? No one has to know why you're there."
Her decision made, Olivia shut and locked the front door and made her way along the gravel path to her car.
* * *
"Have you seen Jordan today, Vivian?"
Vivian tied her designer running shoe carefully, and stood. "We've all seen Jordan today, Olivia. Did you forget our ten o'clock session?"
"Oh, right. Ten o'clock. Yes."
Vivian laughed. "Of course I'll see him tomorrow, but at the moment he is probably off with Jenna or Lynn. Or Martha you know, I'm sure she could lose the pounds she keeps complaining about if she didn't substitute a candy bar for attention every time Jordan leaves her to her routine."
Olivia tried to ignore her meanness. Really, she did. She walked away, but the irritation Vivian's words evoked would not be denied.
Turning back inside, she said, "Yes, and I'm sure you could complete a routine for once if you didn't need Jordan to hold your hand so you won't break a nail every time you switch stations, Vivian. But I don't suppose that will happen anytime soon either."
She didn't wait for a response.
Back at her car, she slammed the door, smacked her hands on the steering wheel and sighed. Head back against the seat, she decided Jordan's not calling was probably for the best.
Thinking she might as well forget about Jordan Waycross altogether, she dug in her bag for her keys and her shopping list.
Dani would be home soon, and the fridge needed to be restocked. She needed to stop at the supermarket on her way home, but she never expected to run into Jordan there until a familiar voice confessed from behind...
"Those cereal are loaded with sugar. I love them."
Chapter Three
Turning, her gaze met Jordan's smiling eyes, and she looked away. "They're not for me."
He pushed his cart up beside hers, and propped against the shelving in front of her. "Got a hot breakfast date?"
She pretended to read the cereal box. "I might have had, but he never called."
Stealing a quick peek at him from beneath her lashes, she noticed his gaze had gone serious, the usual spark quelled.
"Olivia," he said, crossing his arms over his chest. "I'd love to say I tried to call, but we both know I would be lying because I forgot to get your number."
Olivia peered at him from behind a look of cool reserve. He crossed his legs casually at his ankles, his gaze focused anywhere but on her.
Was he blushing?
Her mind drifted back to their date, to those minutes before they'd parted company outside the gym to the kiss the two of them had shared.
"I was distracted," he finally offered by way of apology. "You're such a good kisser it never occurred to me I hadn't gotten your number until after I got home and wanted to call and ask you out again."
He shook his head, a rueful smile turning up the corners of his lips. "Definite fail on my part."
Olivia couldn't keep the silly grin off her face. He had wanted to ask her out again, but couldn't because he didn't have her number. She shook her head. How simple a dilemma, and here she had been imagining all sorts of things. Well, mostly him with Vivian, but
"So. Can we try this dating thing again, do you think? Or are you only allowing one fail per lame-but-seriously-apologetic-lonely-guy per month?"
He grinned, and she still had a suspicion the color on his cheeks was the flush of embarrassment. She couldn't hold the laughter in anymore. "In your case, I think I'll make an exception. I'd really like to see you again, Jordan."
Was it her imagination, or had he just breathed a sigh of relief?
"Great! Ahh can I please have your number, Olivia?"
"I'll do you one better," she said. Still chuckling, she fished in her purse for pen and paper. Penning the necessary details, she handed it over. "There. My cell and
She paused on her way out, fingers curled around her car keys. "Or is it the other way around? If I go to the gym to see if he's there..."
Sighing forcefully, she shook her head. "What does it matter? No one has to know why you're there."
Her decision made, Olivia shut and locked the front door and made her way along the gravel path to her car.
* * *
"Have you seen Jordan today, Vivian?"
Vivian tied her designer running shoe carefully, and stood. "We've all seen Jordan today, Olivia. Did you forget our ten o'clock session?"
"Oh, right. Ten o'clock. Yes."
Vivian laughed. "Of course I'll see him tomorrow, but at the moment he is probably off with Jenna or Lynn. Or Martha you know, I'm sure she could lose the pounds she keeps complaining about if she didn't substitute a candy bar for attention every time Jordan leaves her to her routine."
Olivia tried to ignore her meanness. Really, she did. She walked away, but the irritation Vivian's words evoked would not be denied.
Turning back inside, she said, "Yes, and I'm sure you could complete a routine for once if you didn't need Jordan to hold your hand so you won't break a nail every time you switch stations, Vivian. But I don't suppose that will happen anytime soon either."
She didn't wait for a response.
Back at her car, she slammed the door, smacked her hands on the steering wheel and sighed. Head back against the seat, she decided Jordan's not calling was probably for the best.
Thinking she might as well forget about Jordan Waycross altogether, she dug in her bag for her keys and her shopping list.
Dani would be home soon, and the fridge needed to be restocked. She needed to stop at the supermarket on her way home, but she never expected to run into Jordan there until a familiar voice confessed from behind...
"Those cereal are loaded with sugar. I love them."
Chapter Three
Turning, her gaze met Jordan's smiling eyes, and she looked away. "They're not for me."
He pushed his cart up beside hers, and propped against the shelving in front of her. "Got a hot breakfast date?"
She pretended to read the cereal box. "I might have had, but he never called."
Stealing a quick peek at him from beneath her lashes, she noticed his gaze had gone serious, the usual spark quelled.
"Olivia," he said, crossing his arms over his chest. "I'd love to say I tried to call, but we both know I would be lying because I forgot to get your number."
Olivia peered at him from behind a look of cool reserve. He crossed his legs casually at his ankles, his gaze focused anywhere but on her.
Was he blushing?
Her mind drifted back to their date, to those minutes before they'd parted company outside the gym to the kiss the two of them had shared.
"I was distracted," he finally offered by way of apology. "You're such a good kisser it never occurred to me I hadn't gotten your number until after I got home and wanted to call and ask you out again."
He shook his head, a rueful smile turning up the corners of his lips. "Definite fail on my part."
Olivia couldn't keep the silly grin off her face. He had wanted to ask her out again, but couldn't because he didn't have her number. She shook her head. How simple a dilemma, and here she had been imagining all sorts of things. Well, mostly him with Vivian, but
"So. Can we try this dating thing again, do you think? Or are you only allowing one fail per lame-but-seriously-apologetic-lonely-guy per month?"
He grinned, and she still had a suspicion the color on his cheeks was the flush of embarrassment. She couldn't hold the laughter in anymore. "In your case, I think I'll make an exception. I'd really like to see you again, Jordan."
Was it her imagination, or had he just breathed a sigh of relief?
"Great! Ahh can I please have your number, Olivia?"
"I'll do you one better," she said. Still chuckling, she fished in her purse for pen and paper. Penning the necessary details, she handed it over. "There. My cell and
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