Thursday, April 25, 2019

Thursday's Fourth Scene from Pursuing Dr. West #MFRWAuthor #BWLPublishing #Romance #Humor #Medical

Zelda stood at the sliding door leading to the balcony of her unit. She waited for Michael to appear on his. The summer sun brightened the grass and trees surrounding the condo complex. She swallowed a sip of white wine.
     Plans for gaining Michael’s attention fermented like the beer he favored. Some were considered. Others dismissed. She could knock on his door and welcome him to the Riverview Condos. Maybe she could faint so he had to catch her. That idea had a possibility for disaster. She could kidnap him and tie him to her bed until he declared his love. The thought made her groan. Alas, none of the plans would work until she saw his reaction to her close proximity.
     The grating of a balcony door brought her to full attention. She saw him. He held a beer in one hand and a phone in the other. His taste in beverages hadn’t changed. She hoped his taste in women had.
     Her heart thundered. Blood rushed through her and heated her intentions. He’d changed into shorts and a tank top that fit like a second skin. She admired his broad chest and muscular thighs.
     She waited until he settled on the redwood chaise. With wine glass in one hand, she stepped outside. She put the glass on a round wicker table and walked to the railing.
     “Hi,” she said.
     He jumped to his feet. Beer sprayed from his mouth. “What are you doing here? Visiting, I hope.”
     “I live here.”
     He shook his head. “You can’t. Wait a minute. Mr. Matilla owns that unit.”
     “You’re right.”
     “Then how can you live there?”
     This wasn’t going the way she’d planned. “He’s a friend of Mom and Elmer’s. He moved to Florida, but he’s not ready to sell.”
     “Why me?” He drained the bottle. His gaze settled on a spot above her head.
     “Karma.” Zelda sucked in a breath. “Want to come over for dinner? To celebrate your arrival, I made shrimp scampi. There’s beer in the fridge.”
     “I’ll pass on the scampi.”
     She turned to hide her disappointment and reached for the wine. “Why?”
     “You read my note.”
     She gulped a mouthful and nearly choked. “That was rude.”
     “Just a warning.” He grabbed the phone and bolted for the door.
     “But you love shrimp scampi.”
     “Not any longer. The hospital. The patients. That’s all we share. I mean that. My mind is set.”
     In concrete? She glared at his back. :”You’re impossible. You’ll be sorry.”
     “Do not push your luck.”



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