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robbed her of her sexual self-confidence.
She let the sun pound down on her face and allowed herself to just…feel bad. It was a relatively new practice, and one she hadn’t quite mastered. She was anxious for the sauna to be ready so she could sweat all these damn emotions right out of her.
It took five days before Finn called. Five excruciating days for Lizzie, wondering whether her plan was dead before it had even truly begun. Wondering if she should call him. If she could call h im. It had taken her thirty- five years to ask a man out, where would calling someone who hadn’t called you after a date fit in with that timetable?
When he did call the following Monday, it wasn’t with explanations or apologies, just an invitation for her to join him Saturday at his strawberry farm. They agreed on late afternoon and he said he’d do something on the grill for dinner.
“This is it, I can feel it,” she told her friends. “Dinner at his place, it’s going to happen Saturday.”
“What about the son? How does he play into all this?” Katie asked.
She’d thought about that of course, wondered if the son would impede her plan. But Finn ’s asking her to his place could only mean one thing. And she was certain he wouldn’t want his son around for that. “Maybe the mom has him most of the time. Or maybe she has him on the weekends and Finn has him during the week.” She shrugged and pulled her tablet from her bag. “I don’t know, but I’m sure he won’t be in the picture Saturday night.” She flipped the pages until she came to the checklist she’d started when Finn had called. “I scheduled manicure and pedicure appointments already. Is there any place around here I can get a bikini wax?”
She spent her time until Saturday hanging out with her mom and dad, who were still waiting by the phone for word to come about Zeke’s squadron arriving.
Afternoons were spent at Alison’s place trying to get more sun on her Michigan winter-white body. “I know it doesn’t cover up the stretch marks, but they don’t seem to glow as much when they’re tan.”
“Oh, Lizard, they’re not that bad,” was Alison’s weak reply.
“You’d think that when you lost weight the stretch marks you got when you gained weight would go away, like it was reducing itself or something. Some kind of karmic reward. But nooooo, I get them when I gain and I get them when I lose. It’s a double dose.”
Her office was running smoothly, with the exception of one of her clients being pulled over and being charged with a DUI. At Lizzie’s insistence that she fly back to Detroit to handle it, she was met with a strong refusal from the account executive who handled the client.
“ I’ve got it under control. I need to handle this so that LeVar and my other clients know they’re in good hands with me.”
“Okay, James, you’re right, it’s your show to run. Just remember, the public will forgive a sinner as long as he admits he sinned. I have a file of already prepared statements for something like this. Cybil knows where it is if you need help with it. ”
“Oh that’s right. The file of prepared statements for events you have no idea are going to happen?” James teased.
“Don’t laugh, you’re using it now, aren’t you?”
James laughed. “You got me there.”
James had worked for her from the start and was just as good at the nuts and the bolts of the business as she was. Her forte was, as it always had been, just plain being nice. She had a winning way with people and when she decided to woo a client, it was really no harder than shooting fish in a barrel.
In fields such as politics and professional athletics, filled with barracudas and back-stabbers, her genuine congeniality was a breath of fresh air. Besides, she’d always been a firm believer that you ca ught more flies with honey than vinegar.
The next day, when she read the write up in the papers and online, and saw the coverage on Sports Center
She let the sun pound down on her face and allowed herself to just…feel bad. It was a relatively new practice, and one she hadn’t quite mastered. She was anxious for the sauna to be ready so she could sweat all these damn emotions right out of her.
It took five days before Finn called. Five excruciating days for Lizzie, wondering whether her plan was dead before it had even truly begun. Wondering if she should call him. If she could call h im. It had taken her thirty- five years to ask a man out, where would calling someone who hadn’t called you after a date fit in with that timetable?
When he did call the following Monday, it wasn’t with explanations or apologies, just an invitation for her to join him Saturday at his strawberry farm. They agreed on late afternoon and he said he’d do something on the grill for dinner.
“This is it, I can feel it,” she told her friends. “Dinner at his place, it’s going to happen Saturday.”
“What about the son? How does he play into all this?” Katie asked.
She’d thought about that of course, wondered if the son would impede her plan. But Finn ’s asking her to his place could only mean one thing. And she was certain he wouldn’t want his son around for that. “Maybe the mom has him most of the time. Or maybe she has him on the weekends and Finn has him during the week.” She shrugged and pulled her tablet from her bag. “I don’t know, but I’m sure he won’t be in the picture Saturday night.” She flipped the pages until she came to the checklist she’d started when Finn had called. “I scheduled manicure and pedicure appointments already. Is there any place around here I can get a bikini wax?”
She spent her time until Saturday hanging out with her mom and dad, who were still waiting by the phone for word to come about Zeke’s squadron arriving.
Afternoons were spent at Alison’s place trying to get more sun on her Michigan winter-white body. “I know it doesn’t cover up the stretch marks, but they don’t seem to glow as much when they’re tan.”
“Oh, Lizard, they’re not that bad,” was Alison’s weak reply.
“You’d think that when you lost weight the stretch marks you got when you gained weight would go away, like it was reducing itself or something. Some kind of karmic reward. But nooooo, I get them when I gain and I get them when I lose. It’s a double dose.”
Her office was running smoothly, with the exception of one of her clients being pulled over and being charged with a DUI. At Lizzie’s insistence that she fly back to Detroit to handle it, she was met with a strong refusal from the account executive who handled the client.
“ I’ve got it under control. I need to handle this so that LeVar and my other clients know they’re in good hands with me.”
“Okay, James, you’re right, it’s your show to run. Just remember, the public will forgive a sinner as long as he admits he sinned. I have a file of already prepared statements for something like this. Cybil knows where it is if you need help with it. ”
“Oh that’s right. The file of prepared statements for events you have no idea are going to happen?” James teased.
“Don’t laugh, you’re using it now, aren’t you?”
James laughed. “You got me there.”
James had worked for her from the start and was just as good at the nuts and the bolts of the business as she was. Her forte was, as it always had been, just plain being nice. She had a winning way with people and when she decided to woo a client, it was really no harder than shooting fish in a barrel.
In fields such as politics and professional athletics, filled with barracudas and back-stabbers, her genuine congeniality was a breath of fresh air. Besides, she’d always been a firm believer that you ca ught more flies with honey than vinegar.
The next day, when she read the write up in the papers and online, and saw the coverage on Sports Center
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