Chapter 23 of Remy’s tale comes to us today from RC Bonitz, author of A LITTLE BIT OF BLACKMAIL, A BLANKET FOR HER HEART, and his latest release, A LITTLE BIT OF BABY.
Next week’s piece comes from Cathy MacKenzie. Check out her two books of poetry and three books of short stories available on Smashwords, at https://www.smashwords.com/profile/view/camack.
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Remy hated going to work in the morning. She’d been up half the night, thinking, worrying. Her mysterious caller hadn’t bothered her again, but that didn’t stop her waiting for the phone to ring any minute. And there was Jeremy, and Sam, and their love interest. If either of them really knew what love was. She wasn’t sure she did either, and she sure didn’t know what she felt about the two of them.
She could ignore Jeremy for a while this morning, letting his texts go unanswered until she wanted to reply. But Sam? He’d be there in the office, in front of her all day, or nearby at least. He’d been very professional in the office so far, but somehow she wondered if he’d keep that up.
She chuckled as she left her car and entered the office. Here she was, with two men making passes at her and she was fussing about that? A surfeit of riches and all she did was worry? Most likely nothing would come of any of it. Jeremy had his Barbara to complicate things. And Dr. Sam? That could be tricky with her job on the line and all. He seemed very serious last night. Oh my, she had to lighten up. She could find another job if she had to She grinned. Then she could hook up with Dr. Kendrick if she wanted to. A tingle of anticipation started at her toes and warmed her body at that idea.
Remy plastered a smile on her face as she entered the office. Whatever happened, she wouldn’t beat herself up about it anymore.
“You look awful happy this morning,” Irene said. “Did something special happen last night?”
“No, I just feel good this morning,” Remy murmured.
“That’s good. I’m glad somebody does.”
“What does that mean? What’s wrong?”
Irene frowned. “Dr. Kendrick’s in a mood, all grumpy.”
Remy shivered. Sam was in a bad mood, okay, so what. He could be a grouch because he got a flat tire on the way to work. Or his coffee maker broke and he didn’t get his java this morning. So why did she suspect she had anything to do with his problems? She took a deep breath. Sam’s feelings were not her concern. “Oh? That’s too bad. I guess we should stay away until he calms down, huh?”
Irene shook her head. “You are so slow. You don’t get it do you?”
Startled, Remy stared at her. “Don’t get what?”
“You saw him last night, right?”
“What? Oh yes, for a few minutes. Why?”
“What did you say to him? Did you tell him off?” Irene demanded.
“No, don’t be silly,” Remy muttered. This was not going well. Irene sounded mad. Or something. Was she the one making those strange phone calls?
Irene broke into a sly grin. “You are oblivious. What did you tell him? Come on, spill.”
“What do you mean, I’m oblivious?” Remy whispered, her heartbeat picking up a bit.
“The man adores you, Remy. Haven’t you seen the way he looks at you? How he drops things and forgets what he’s talking about?”
“So, he’s a little clumsy and forgetful. That doesn’t mean anything.” She couldn’t get involved with her boss. That would be unprofessional. Her pulse was pounding now though, all the way from her toes to the top of her head.
Irene laughed. “So, he’s clumsy is he? News flash! That’s only been since you came to work here. And only when you’re around. Dr. Sam is in love my friend. With you!”
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