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
“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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