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his house.
It was still a shock. Lee could have a date every night with any woman he wanted. Handsome. Rich. Smart. Outdoorsy… was this some kind of a joke? But, he’d told her how busy he was. Maybe that was it. There wouldn’t be much time to meet anyone. He was probably as lonely as she was.
Cecilia placed the first sheet of paper to the side and read on. He’d started to fill out the first page of information with a pen in neat hand writing. She could read every word. Definitely a lawyer, not a doctor.
Height: six-foot-two. Weight: One-eighty-five. Nice. Cecilia knew the other personal facts on the sheet.
Lucky for her the first page was filled out with his password and login:
leemaxwell. porsche. Predictable. She rolled her eyes to the ceiling.
She opened the Web, found the Cupid’s Okay website, and finished the steps where he started the sign- up process. He must have gotten stuck; there was no information entered past the first page. Quickly Cecilia typed his info into the boxes.
She flipped to the next page in the folder and stopped. He’d handwritten the entire box of About Me: A little bit about me: I am a mature, self-confident man. I love travelling, camping (especially next to water) and doing anything outdoors. If you see yourself in this description, and are interested in meeting, please contact me. No pressure on any potential dates, let’s just take it easy and become friends.
Could be better, but a good start.
She flipped to the next page. What kind of women I like . Written was: Petite. Blond. Not a lot more, but she was sure that would be enough.
The last ‘date’ she remembered seeing Lee on was with a French advertising exec, Aurelie. She was everything Cecilia wasn’t. Petite, blond, AND spoke French. How could she compete with that? Computer programming language probably didn’t count as a foreign language—only to Lee.
To finish up the application, she found a photo on his desktop of Tami, Lee and her river-rafting. Dragging it into a photo editing program, she cropped herself and his sister out, then resaved the file. Cecilia reached out and touched the screen. She loved this photo. It was such a happy day. Lee’s face was tan, his eyes matched the sky, and his hair was damp and dark from the river’s spray.
This photo would have every eligible young woman from here to Portland hit right between the eyes by Cupid’s arrow.
As she clicked apply, she was confident Lee would have eensey-weensey blonds lined up down the hall and around the block. You never know . One might be a computer wiz, and then she could wash her hands of Lee Maxwell once and for all.
Chapter 2
Lee finally got Mossberg off the phone. His law partner called almost every night because they were so busy during the day, they didn’t have time to go over all the cases.
It used to bug him, but now that they’d gone into private practice, he realized he would much rather be home. He could work in his bare feet, with a glass of wine and talk to his law partner on the phone.
He spoke the saved number into his cell phone and ordered take-out. At least he had that gem of a feature figured out.
Grabbing another glass out of the wine rack, Lee filled it with a nice Cabernet and padded off down the hall. He propped a hip on the doorjamb and said, “Hey- really sorry about that. Work. But, I’m all yours now.”
There was a high blush on Cecilia’s cheeks. She pushed back from the desk, took the glass of wine and downed half of it.
“CC if I didn’t know better, I would say you were snooping through my papers while you were waiting for me to get off the phone,” he kidded.
Her blush deepened. “I was not ‘snooping’. I was trying to figure out what your stupid password was for your virus protection.” She waved a hand. “You had them written down in that little purple book your grandma gave you. I was looking for that.”
Lee grinned. This was fun. Whatever she was up to, she was
It was still a shock. Lee could have a date every night with any woman he wanted. Handsome. Rich. Smart. Outdoorsy… was this some kind of a joke? But, he’d told her how busy he was. Maybe that was it. There wouldn’t be much time to meet anyone. He was probably as lonely as she was.
Cecilia placed the first sheet of paper to the side and read on. He’d started to fill out the first page of information with a pen in neat hand writing. She could read every word. Definitely a lawyer, not a doctor.
Height: six-foot-two. Weight: One-eighty-five. Nice. Cecilia knew the other personal facts on the sheet.
Lucky for her the first page was filled out with his password and login:
leemaxwell. porsche. Predictable. She rolled her eyes to the ceiling.
She opened the Web, found the Cupid’s Okay website, and finished the steps where he started the sign- up process. He must have gotten stuck; there was no information entered past the first page. Quickly Cecilia typed his info into the boxes.
She flipped to the next page in the folder and stopped. He’d handwritten the entire box of About Me: A little bit about me: I am a mature, self-confident man. I love travelling, camping (especially next to water) and doing anything outdoors. If you see yourself in this description, and are interested in meeting, please contact me. No pressure on any potential dates, let’s just take it easy and become friends.
Could be better, but a good start.
She flipped to the next page. What kind of women I like . Written was: Petite. Blond. Not a lot more, but she was sure that would be enough.
The last ‘date’ she remembered seeing Lee on was with a French advertising exec, Aurelie. She was everything Cecilia wasn’t. Petite, blond, AND spoke French. How could she compete with that? Computer programming language probably didn’t count as a foreign language—only to Lee.
To finish up the application, she found a photo on his desktop of Tami, Lee and her river-rafting. Dragging it into a photo editing program, she cropped herself and his sister out, then resaved the file. Cecilia reached out and touched the screen. She loved this photo. It was such a happy day. Lee’s face was tan, his eyes matched the sky, and his hair was damp and dark from the river’s spray.
This photo would have every eligible young woman from here to Portland hit right between the eyes by Cupid’s arrow.
As she clicked apply, she was confident Lee would have eensey-weensey blonds lined up down the hall and around the block. You never know . One might be a computer wiz, and then she could wash her hands of Lee Maxwell once and for all.
Chapter 2
Lee finally got Mossberg off the phone. His law partner called almost every night because they were so busy during the day, they didn’t have time to go over all the cases.
It used to bug him, but now that they’d gone into private practice, he realized he would much rather be home. He could work in his bare feet, with a glass of wine and talk to his law partner on the phone.
He spoke the saved number into his cell phone and ordered take-out. At least he had that gem of a feature figured out.
Grabbing another glass out of the wine rack, Lee filled it with a nice Cabernet and padded off down the hall. He propped a hip on the doorjamb and said, “Hey- really sorry about that. Work. But, I’m all yours now.”
There was a high blush on Cecilia’s cheeks. She pushed back from the desk, took the glass of wine and downed half of it.
“CC if I didn’t know better, I would say you were snooping through my papers while you were waiting for me to get off the phone,” he kidded.
Her blush deepened. “I was not ‘snooping’. I was trying to figure out what your stupid password was for your virus protection.” She waved a hand. “You had them written down in that little purple book your grandma gave you. I was looking for that.”
Lee grinned. This was fun. Whatever she was up to, she was
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