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Laura picked up
the phone. “That’s right, Mr. Gladstone, I’m going to New York City for Christmas.
Can you please fill the bird feeders while I'm gone?”
“Of course, Miss
Fleming. No problem. Key still under the mat?”
She smiled. “Of
course.”
“Have a great time. Merry Christmas, Laura.”
“Merry Christmas.”
Laura packed a bag
with enough clothes for three days and crammed in her gifts for Craig and George. Peeking out her bedroom window,
she spied gray, roiling clouds.
Placing her palm
on the window, she noted the cold. Hmm, snow had been forecast. Checking
her watch, she didn’t have time to call a taxi to get to the bus station.
She’d walk. It wasn’t far. Grabbing her wool coat, she skipped down the
stairs.
The temperature
had dropped and she’d forgotten to put on boots. When she arrived at the bus
station, her toes were frozen. She bought her ticket and hopped on the bus. This would be a good Christmas after all, even
if she had to travel to Manhattan. She slipped off
her shoes and rubbed her feet. The door of the bus closed, and headed for
the highway. Perfect time for a nap. She sat back and closed her eyes,
knowing the sway of the bus would lull her to sleep.
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West
81st Street, New York City
“George, did you
call to have the car brought around?”
“I did, sir, but
they are very busy. Holiday and all.”
“We’re not
in a hurry, are we?”
“Not really. Have
you called Miss Laura to tell her we’re coming out tonight?”
“Damn! I knew I
forgot something!” Craig ripped his cell phone from his breast pocket. He
dialed, but it went to voicemail. “Shit! She’s probably out celebrating with
some lumberjack.” He grumbled, shoving his phone in his back pocket.
“I seriously doubt
that, Sir. Miss Fleming is loyal to you.”
“You think so?”
“I’d put money on
it.”
Craig sank down in
his chair. “You’re probably right. So where is she?”
George shook his
head. “Did you ever clear up with her that we planned to join her for the
holiday?”
“I meant to. But
with all the business crap we had to tie up before going, it slipped my mind.
Guess I figured she’d have figured out that I’d come around. You know how I am.”
“I do, indeed,
sir. But I’m not sure Miss Laura is as up-to-speed about you yet.”
“So where is she?”
There was a plaintive note in his voice.
“I don’t know,
sir. I just hope she’s not on her way here.”
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Uhoh! It looks like they're going to cross paths! I can't wait to see what happens when they get to each of their destinations. Great job!
ReplyDeleteIsn't it just like a man to assume a woman can read his mind? Great way to add spice to the plot. Looking forward to whatever happens next.
ReplyDeleteooh la la. I like that we had two partial scenes and I hope she is def on the bus on the way!!
ReplyDeleteOh dear! The plot has certainly thickened and twisted. It looks like more complications are in their way before they get things resolved.
ReplyDeleteOh boy! Way to entice! I SO want to know what happens next.
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