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THE HOUSE-SITTER'S COUNTRY CHRISTMAS EPISODES 1-5

INTRODUCTION
   Laura Fleming's story began last December. It was revealed an episode a day throughout the month. Response to the story was so great, and everyone wanted to know how it ended, so it became a book.    About a month ago, Laura's story, The House-Sitter's Christmas, was published. But that wasn't good enough. People were complaining that it was too short. They wanted to know more. What happened to Laura after Christmas?    So, dear reader, I will be telling the next "episode" of Laura's life here, as The House-Sitter's Country Christmas, a sequel, an episode a day for the month of December, ending before Christmas. This time, I promise, I won't wait a year to bring out the book and reveal the ending of the story.       Until then, please tune in every day for a new episode of Laura Fleming's life. Welcome also, C.W. Craig Banley, George, and Jasper...thank you so much for your keen interest. Without you, this story would not exist. 
P.S. Please note that these episodes are not yet edited, but the book will be. Thank you for stopping by.
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THE HOUSE-SITTER’S COUNTRY CHRISTMAS
EPISODE ONE
His words rang in her ears, “Let’s go to your house over the holidays.” Laura shuddered at the memory. How could she have C.W. “Craig” Banley to her humble home in Pine Grove? Her small three-bedroom abode would never provide the comfort and luxury of Craig’s grand townhouse in New York City. They had settled into a routine of her had been visiting him two weekends a month for the past year. Gradually, he had made a place for her in his palace. At first, it was simply one drawer in the antique chest in his bedroom. Then it was one drawer and a few hangers. Now, he’d moved his off-season clothing into a cedar closet in the attic and given her half the space, plus two drawers in the chest.When he got annoyed or angry, he’d trudge up the stairs, mumbling how moving his things all over the place wasn’t worth it. Invariably, after a short cooling off period, he’d return in a conciliatory mood. The first time he lost his temper with her, he’d shut himself in his study. She’d immediately climbed the stairs and packed her bag, assuming their relationship had come to an end.  When he’d emerged to see her at the front hall closet, donning her coat, her suitcase at her side, he was horrified. Begging her forgiveness, he explained that he had a bad temper, inherited from a host of ancestors, and could she forgive him? “You mean it’s not over between us?”“Oh my God, no. Not on my part. No, no, no, and no. Please don’t leave, Laura.”Relief had soared through her veins as tears had clouded her eyes.  She’d clung to him closing her eyes, believing his words that a rich and powerful man, like him, could adore an ordinary woman like her. His cross words forgotten, he’d led her by the hand, back to the bedroom. She had managed to unpack before his eased her down on the bed and made love to her. Thinking back now, she had to chuckle. It was true what they said about make-up sex.   Laura hadn’t lived with a man since she’d been married, and that hadn’t worked out. Craig could be moody at times. Mostly he was quiet, sweet, and protective. He’d chastised her more than once for opening the front door, without checking to see who had come knocking. Laura toted her laptop with her on the bus to the City so she could continue teaching her writing classes from his house, using the guestroom as her office. Because Laura liked to cook, Craig had given Maeve the weekends off. During the week, she’d spend time at home, poring over cookbooks, searching for new recipes to seduce Craig’s taste buds. She’d command his kitchen, producing new concoctions to perfection. Tossing her head, she cleared her mind of the memories of the townhouse and stared glumly at her own place. What she had considered shabby chic, now simply appeared shabby. The living room desperately needed a new coat of paint. Her quilted bedspread had faded in the sunlight. Furnished with prized garage-sale finds, her house couldn’t compete with Craig’s, brimming with fine antiques in burnished mahogany, and emerald and ruby silks. Plopping down on her comfy, discount-store, sectional sofa, she rested her chin in her hands. How could she let Craig come to her house for Christmas? They’d miss all the beautiful and sentimental holiday celebrations in the City. What would they have in Pine Grove, a nighttime hayride? She frowned. She’d been saving her inheritance for retirement, but it looked like she’d have to dip into it now, if she wanted her home to be presentable for his majesty, C. W. Banley.  She picked up the phone and called her friend, Jess Lennox. “Hey, Jess. What’s Will doing?”“Working, I guess.”“Can he squeeze me in? I’ve got a rush job.” “What’s the job?”“Turn my shack into a palace.”Jess laughed. “I’ll tell him.”Laura hung up the phone. It was the first day of December. She still had a couple of weeks to get the place in shape. She wandered through the small dining room to the back of the house. The picture window, divided into many small panes of glass, looked out over her backyard. She owned an acre that abutted state forest land in the back. She’d spent many an hour on the small deck or standing where she was now, watching the wildlife. Bears had lumbered by. Deer silently stole through, searching for food. A wily fox would sneak across the lawn, tracking a wary squirrel and, of course, the wild turkeys –her biggest chuckle of them all. How would Craig feel about the animals? They’d have to bring Jasper with them, but what would happen if he got outside? Her brow creased at the thought of him becoming lunch for a coyote. Her phone rang. It was Will Lennox. “You wanna fix that place up, Laura?”“Yep. How fast and how much?”“Depends. I’ll be over tonight to take a look.”He hung up. She sighed and headed for the kitchen. Will loved her butter cookies. She’d whip up a batch in the hopes of softening him up. She needed expert work and quickly. Before gathering the ingredients, she gazed at the room. It would never do. A fraction of the size of Craig’s and so poorly equipped. She’d made do with second-hand gadgets, china, and utensils for so long, she’d never noticed how ramshackle everything had become. She eased down on a chair at the table. Perhaps it was time Mr. Banley got to see the real Laura Fleming. Was she like a poor, downtrodden dog or cat he’d rescued? Maybe. Would he be horrified and walk away? Would this be their last time together?
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Craig stood at the front window, coffee cup in hand. George sat on the sofa behind him. “We’re going to Pine Grove for Christmas?” George asked.“That’s right. You’ve canceled our appointments in Italy and France?”“I have. We’re rescheduled for January.”“Excellent.”“Why Pine Grove?”“It’s where Laura lives.”“Oh, of course. I forgot. You’re staying at her house?”“And you are, too. I’m looking forward to it.”“You in the country? Are you sure?”“Of course, I’m sure. Any place Laura loves must be special.”“You mean, because you love her, you’ll love whatever she loves?”“Something like that.”George snorted. Craig faced his friend and right-hand man. “You don’t agree?”“You and the country? It’s laughable.”Craig bristled. “I used to live in the country. When I was a boy. With Uncle C.W.”“How many years ago was that?”“Plenty,” Craig said turning toward the street. People bustled down 81st toward the subway. “I don’t mean to insult you, Craig, but you won’t have all the comforts of home there.”“But I’ll have Laura there.”“That you will.”“And I’ll be patient. I’ll understand. I’m not stupid. I know it’s different. I know she can’t afford a place like this. It’s okay. We’ll be roughing it for a few days. Do us both good.”“I’m not the problem. I’ve been ‘roughing it’ all my life. I’m sure the house is lovely. She has exquisite taste.”“Of course, she does. She picked me, didn’t she?”George laughed. “No one ever accused you of having low self-esteem.”“Why should I? Look what I’ve accomplished. Besides, I’m not a bad-looking fellow, reasonable sense of humor, and I’m kind to children and animals.”George laughed. “Indeed. You certainly are all those things. And more, Craig.”“And now I’m the luckiest man in the world, because I have the best woman there is.”“I’ll agree there.”Craig turned his gaze to George and wrinkled his brow. “What about you, George?”“What about me?”“You don’t have a woman.”“Are you sure about that?”“Well? Do you?”George trained his gaze on the floor before meeting Craig’s again. “No.”“Okay then. Maybe there’s a female in the country who would suit you. I’ll ask Laura.”George raised his palms. “Don’t do that! Really. I’m fine. I had the best, she died, I have my children and I’m content.”“Content, perhaps, but unfulfilled.”“Unfulfilled? With my work with you? Hardly. And we traipse all over the world, too.”“I was trying to be polite, George,” Craig said. “I know your dislike for bad language.”“Exactly what did you mean by unfulfilled?”“I meant horny, George. Horny.”“Oh, I see. Well, I guess I can’t argue with you there.”“Good. On my wish list for our country Christmas is getting you laid.”“Now wait a minute, Craig. Hold your horses.” “All I want for you is a happy holiday, George. And, believe me, some good sex in your stocking is just the gift to make you smile,” Craig said, chuckling. “You’re having fun at my expense, aren’t you?”“Have to seize the opportunity. It doesn’t happen every day.”George grinned. “True.”“If Laura found some nice older lady for you, would that be bad?”“Not too much older.”“George!”His assistant chuckled. “I’ll pick my own women. Thank you, but I don’t need any help with that.”“Really? You’re doing a lousy job.”“How can you say that?”Craig placed his hand on George’s forearm. “Because you’re alone. I want better for you.” “I thank you. But I’m okay. I’m not opposed to make a new, uh, friend. But I’m not unhappy the way I am.”“Yeah, I thought the same thing. Now look at me. I smile all the time.”“You never thought the same thing. You were miserable without a woman. And not just a one-night stand. Though Lord knows you’ve had plenty of those.”Craig laughed. “I sure have, haven’t I?”“It’s nothing to be proud of. There are words for that kind of man.”“Lucky?” Craig laughed. “Stop baiting me. We have work to do,” George said, rising.“I have to buy country clothes. Hmm. Where do I go for that?”“Not in New York City, surely. How about the L.L. Bean catalog?“Perfect! George, you’re a wonder.”“I’ll pull it up online. Best not to waste time. With it being the holidays, who knows how long it will take to get here?”“Right.”The two men refilled their mugs from the fresh pot Maeve made and adjourned to the study. George opened the laptop and brought up the catalog online. Craig stared out the window for a moment. George had hit on a sore point. Could he, Craig, the comfort king, put up with the realities of the country? He’d soon find out.


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EPISODE TWO


At five, Laura opened the door to let Will Lennox in. He wiped his shoes on the mat, then entered.“Something smells good.”“Your favorites. Butter cookies.”“Really? You made those just for me?”She nodded. He sidled up to her.“You know I’d rather have a date with you then all the cookies in the world.”She backed up. “We’ve been over that, Will. I’m too old for you and now I have a boyfriend.”“Who? That rich guy you house-sit for?”“C. W. Banley. That’s right.”“He’s pretty fancy for a country girl like you.”“Maybe. Anyway, he’s coming to visit and I need to get this place fixed up.”“Not fancy enough for Mr. Moneybags?”“It’s not that,” she said, fidgeting and lowering her glance. “It’s just that there are some thing that need fixin’. Have for a long time. Now I’ve got a little money, I thought I’d get it done.”“What did you have in mind?”“Why don’t you have a cookie and we’ll talk about it,” Laura said, guiding him into the kitchen. She pulled out paper and pen while Will started on the baked goods.“Painting the living room. Maybe the bedroom, too? Fixing the stair on the back steps. The dripping faucet in the bathroom. Hmm…” she said, putting the  pen in her mouth.“That shutter on the front left is hanging a little. Looks like the dining room could use a new coat of paint, too.”“You’re right.” She poured a glass of milk. “Here you go. How much is this all going to cost, Will?”“Now if we were datin’, I could cut you a deal. But since we’re not, it’s gonna be the regular price.”Laura agreed to pay his asking price and they settled on a start day. Afterward she let out a breath. At least it would be starting soon. Maybe these cosmetic fixes would be enough to make the place look much better.She chewed her lip and headed for the living room. Might as well get the place straightened up. She had her knitting on the sofa, and three books piled on an end table. As she found new, out-of-sight places for her things, she shook her head. Nothing would make this place within spitting distance of the elegant abode of Mr. C.W. Banley.Will had put it well.“Don’t know what you need to fancy this place up for. If Mr. High-and-Mighty doesn’t like it, he and go suck an egg. If he don’t like your place, then he don’t like you, Laura.”She wondered about that. She clenched her jaw. Would Craig be obnoxious about her lower station in life? How many women could he find who weren’t less well off than he? Not many, she imagined. She plunked down in a chair by the stone fireplace. Her shoulders sagged.No amount of paint would cover up or wash away the differences between her and Craig Banley. He was up there and she was down here. But he’d never rubbed her nose in it. In fact, he’d been most generous. A small smiled played at her lips. People of Pine Grove might be like Will Lennox, with a chip on their shoulders.Her father always said that if you feel second class, then you are second class. But if your attitude says high class, then you are –and not in a snobby way. She figured it was his way of saying she should respect herself, the kind of person she is and what she’s doing with her life.  Of course, Craig would respect that and her, if she respected herself.She grinned, grateful for her father’s wisdom. She rose up and gathered her belongings, transferring them to an out of the way place. Just getting rid of the clutter would make the house closer to Mr. Banley’s, so she’d start there.New color on the walls, fixed back step be damned. If C.W. Banley doesn't love her for who she is, then he wouldn’t be worth a plug nickel. Making up her mind about it, eased her heart a bit. Maybe if she’d show him the poise and elegance of a country girl, he’d stay in love with her ‘till the end. Maybe

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Back in Manhattan, George hustled to the front door to answer the insistent ringing of the bell.“I’m coming, I’m coming. Patience!” He called out.An electronic gadget was thrust into his face after he opened the door.“Sign here, buddy,” the delivery man said.George eyed the two large boxes and shook his head. He penned his name, thanked the man and lugged them inside.He opened the study door. “Your clothing is here.”Craig looked up from the computer, where he was studying an Excel spreadsheet. “Oh, good. Let’s see if the stuff fits.”The two men hauled the packages up to the bedroom.George pulled out shirt after shirt. “How much did you buy?” “We’re going to be there for ten days, George. Man has to look his best for his woman.”“Yes, only ten days.”“I’ll need a fresh shirt every day.”“And pants?”“Never know what mess I might get into.”“I doubt she’ll have room for all this. I’m sure she has a modest house.”“You’re such a killjoy, George. Did I ever tell you that?”George made a face. “With this wardrobe, she’ll think you’re moving in for good.”Craig snorted. “Very funny.”“We can leave some in the trunk of the car, I suppose,” George said, rubbing his chin.“Good idea. We’ll pack two suitcases, five days’ worth each. Then switch.”George shook his head slowly. “You pack like a girl.”“What?”“Only women take so many things with them.”“I resent that. I don’t want to look like a slob in front of Laura. What if I spill something? How can I wear that again the next day.”“You haven’t heard of washing machines?”“We’re not taking Maeve.”“You might consider learning to do your own laundry.”“Why? I did it for years and now I don’t have to.”“Spoiled child,” George muttered as he pulled down two large valises from the closet shelf.The men packed up the new clothing in two suitcases.“I’m going shopping this afternoon, George. You can take the afternoon off.”“What about the Excelsior contract?”“I’ll go over it tonight, after dinner. Take some time. Take off tomorrow morning, too,” Craig said, patting the older man’s shoulder.“Buying a gift for your uncle?”“Old C.W.? He doesn’t need anything. I’m going to send him a case of crème de cassis and white wine. My buddy, Pierre, in Dijon is taking care of it.”“I understand he wasn’t too thrilled with the mustard sampler you sent from Dijon last year.”“Ungrateful man! It’s the finest mustard in the world.”“I’m sure this year’s gift will be more to his liking.”“He’ll have the finest Kir in the world, to seduce his young woman,” Craig said, with a short laugh.“And you?”“I’ve got a bottle of each for my lady, too.”“Good thinking.” George smiled.Craig shrugged on his overcoat and headed for the street. Christmas shopping was on his mind. He needed something wonderful for Laura. That would be easy. A small jewelry shop on Broadway had many elegant pieces in the window. But what should he get for George? Every year he bought his right-hand man something fabulous. This year, he was out of ideas.   The best gift would be a woman of his own. But how could Craig do that? It’s not like there was a girlfriend store and you simply went in and placed your order for a blonde, brunette or redhead. He’d have to consult with Laura.He dialed as he crossed Columbus Avenue.“Laura? Hello, darling I have a special request. And I need your help.”

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THE HOUSE-SITTER'S COUNTRY CHRISTMAS STARTS DEC. 1

INTRODUCTION
   Laura Fleming's story began last December. It was revealed an episode a day throughout the month. Response to the story was so great, and everyone wanted to know how it ended, so it became a book.    About a month ago, Laura's story, The House-Sitter's Christmas, was published. But that wasn't good enough. People were complaining that it was too short. They wanted to know more. What happened to Laura after Christmas?    So, dear reader, I will be telling the next "episode" of Laura's life here, as The House-Sitter's Country Christmas, a sequel, an episode a day for the month of December, ending before Christmas. This time, I promise, I won't wait a year to bring out the book and reveal the ending of the story.       Until then, please tune in every day for a new episode of Laura Fleming's life. Welcome also, C.W. Craig Banley, George, and Jasper...thank you so much for your keen interest. Without you, this story would not exist. 
P.S. Please note that these episodes are not yet edited, but the book will be. Thank you for stopping by.
THE HOUSE-SITTER’S COUNTRY CHRISTMAS
EPISODE ONE
His words rang in her ears, “Let’s go to your house over the holidays.” Laura shuddered at the memory. How could she have C.W. “Craig” Banley to her humble home in Pine Grove? Her small three-bedroom abode would never provide the comfort and luxury of Craig’s grand townhouse in New York City. They had settled into a routine of her had been visiting him two weekends a month for the past year. Gradually, he had made a place for her in his palace. At first, it was simply one drawer in the antique chest in his bedroom. Then it was one drawer and a few hangers. Now, he’d moved his off-season clothing into a cedar closet in the attic and given her half the space, plus two drawers in the chest.When he got annoyed or angry, he’d trudge up the stairs, mumbling how moving his things all over the place wasn’t worth it. Invariably, after a short cooling off period, he’d return in a conciliatory mood. The first time he lost his temper with her, he’d shut himself in his study. She’d immediately climbed the stairs and packed her bag, assuming their relationship had come to an end.  When he’d emerged to see her at the front hall closet, donning her coat, her suitcase at her side, he was horrified. Begging her forgiveness, he explained that he had a bad temper, inherited from a host of ancestors, and could she forgive him? “You mean it’s not over between us?”“Oh my God, no. Not on my part. No, no, no, and no. Please don’t leave, Laura.”Relief had soared through her veins as tears had clouded her eyes.  She’d clung to him closing her eyes, believing his words that a rich and powerful man, like him, could adore an ordinary woman like her. His cross words forgotten, he’d led her by the hand, back to the bedroom. She had managed to unpack before his eased her down on the bed and made love to her. Thinking back now, she had to chuckle. It was true what they said about make-up sex.   Laura hadn’t lived with a man since she’d been married, and that hadn’t worked out. Craig could be moody at times. Mostly he was quiet, sweet, and protective. He’d chastised her more than once for opening the front door, without checking to see who had come knocking. Laura toted her laptop with her on the bus to the City so she could continue teaching her writing classes from his house, using the guestroom as her office. Because Laura liked to cook, Craig had given Maeve the weekends off. During the week, she’d spend time at home, poring over cookbooks, searching for new recipes to seduce Craig’s taste buds. She’d command his kitchen, producing new concoctions to perfection. Tossing her head, she cleared her mind of the memories of the townhouse and stared glumly at her own place. What she had considered shabby chic, now simply appeared shabby. The living room desperately needed a new coat of paint. Her quilted bedspread had faded in the sunlight. Furnished with prized garage-sale finds, her house couldn’t compete with Craig’s, brimming with fine antiques in burnished mahogany, and emerald and ruby silks. Plopping down on her comfy, discount-store, sectional sofa, she rested her chin in her hands. How could she let Craig come to her house for Christmas? They’d miss all the beautiful and sentimental holiday celebrations in the City. What would they have in Pine Grove, a nighttime hayride? She frowned. She’d been saving her inheritance for retirement, but it looked like she’d have to dip into it now, if she wanted her home to be presentable for his majesty, C. W. Banley.  She picked up the phone and called her friend, Jess Lennox. “Hey, Jess. What’s Will doing?”“Working, I guess.”“Can he squeeze me in? I’ve got a rush job.” “What’s the job?”“Turn my shack into a palace.”Jess laughed. “I’ll tell him.”Laura hung up the phone. It was the first day of December. She still had a couple of weeks to get the place in shape. She wandered through the small dining room to the back of the house. The picture window, divided into many small panes of glass, looked out over her backyard. She owned an acre that abutted state forest land in the back. She’d spent many an hour on the small deck or standing where she was now, watching the wildlife. Bears had lumbered by. Deer silently stole through, searching for food. A wily fox would sneak across the lawn, tracking a wary squirrel and, of course, the wild turkeys –her biggest chuckle of them all. How would Craig feel about the animals? They’d have to bring Jasper with them, but what would happen if he got outside? Her brow creased at the thought of him becoming lunch for a coyote. Her phone rang. It was Will Lennox. “You wanna fix that place up, Laura?”“Yep. How fast and how much?”“Depends. I’ll be over tonight to take a look.”He hung up. She sighed and headed for the kitchen. Will loved her chocolate chip cookies. She’d whip up a batch in the hopes of softening him up. She needed expert work and quickly. Before gathering the ingredients, she gazed at the room. It would never do. A fraction of the size of Craig’s and so poorly equipped. She’d made do with second-hand gadgets, china, and utensils for so long, she’d never noticed how ramshackle everything had become. She eased down on a chair at the table. Perhaps it was time Mr. Banley got to see the real Laura Fleming. Was she like a poor, downtrodden dog or cat he’d rescued? Maybe. Would he be horrified and walk away? Would this be their last time together?
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Craig stood at the front window, coffee cup in hand. George sat on the sofa behind him. “We’re going to Pine Grove for Christmas?” George asked.“That’s right. You’ve canceled our appointments in Italy and France?”“I have. We’re rescheduled for January.”“Excellent.”“Why Pine Grove?”“It’s where Laura lives.”“Oh, of course. I forgot. You’re staying at her house?”“And you are, too. I’m looking forward to it.”“You in the country? Are you sure?”“Of course, I’m sure. Any place Laura loves must be special.”“You mean, because you love her, you’ll love whatever she loves?”“Something like that.”George snorted. Craig faced his friend and right-hand man. “You don’t agree?”“You and the country? It’s laughable.”Craig bristled. “I used to live in the country. When I was a boy. With Uncle C.W.”“How many years ago was that?”“Plenty,” Craig said turning toward the street. People bustled down 81st toward the subway. “I don’t mean to insult you, Craig, but you won’t have all the comforts of home there.”“But I’ll have Laura there.”“That you will.”“And I’ll be patient. I’ll understand. I’m not stupid. I know it’s different. I know she can’t afford a place like this. It’s okay. We’ll be roughing it for a few days. Do us both good.”“I’m not the problem. I’ve been ‘roughing it’ all my life. I’m sure the house is lovely. She has exquisite taste.”“Of course, she does. She picked me, didn’t she?”George laughed. “No one ever accused you of having low self-esteem.”“Why should I? Look what I’ve accomplished. Besides, I’m not a bad-looking fellow, reasonable sense of humor, and I’m kind to children and animals.”George laughed. “Indeed. You certainly are all those things. And more, Craig.”“And now I’m the luckiest man in the world, because I have the best woman there is.”“I’ll agree there.”Craig turned his gaze to George and wrinkled his brow. “What about you, George?”“What about me?”“You don’t have a woman.”“Are you sure about that?”“Well? Do you?”George trained his gaze on the floor before meeting Craig’s again. “No.”“Okay then. Maybe there’s a female in the country who would suit you. I’ll ask Laura.”George raised his palms. “Don’t do that! Really. I’m fine. I had the best, she died, I have my children and I’m content.”“Content, perhaps, but unfulfilled.”“Unfulfilled? With my work with you? Hardly. And we traipse all over the world, too.”“I was trying to be polite, George,” Craig said. “I know your dislike for bad language.”“Exactly what did you mean by unfulfilled?”“I meant horny, George. Horny.”“Oh, I see. Well, I guess I can’t argue with you there.”“Good. On my wish list for our country Christmas is getting you laid.”“Now wait a minute, Craig. Hold your horses.” “All I want for you is a happy holiday, George. And, believe me, some good sex in your stocking is just the gift to make you smile,” Craig said, chuckling. “You’re having fun at my expense, aren’t you?”“Have to seize the opportunity. It doesn’t happen every day.”George grinned. “True.”“If Laura found some nice older lady for you, would that be bad?”“Not too much older.”“George!”His assistant chuckled. “I’ll pick my own women. Thank you, but I don’t need any help with that.”“Really? You’re doing a lousy job.”“How can you say that?”Craig placed his hand on George’s forearm. “Because you’re alone. I want better for you.” “I thank you. But I’m okay. I’m not opposed to make a new, uh, friend. But I’m not unhappy the way I am.”“Yeah, I thought the same thing. Now look at me. I smile all the time.”“You never thought the same thing. You were miserable without a woman. And not just a one-night stand. Though Lord knows you’ve had plenty of those.”Craig laughed. “I sure have, haven’t I?”“It’s nothing to be proud of. There are words for that kind of man.”“Lucky?” Craig laughed. “Stop baiting me. We have work to do,” George said, rising.“I have to buy country clothes. Hmm. Where do I go for that?”“Not in New York City, surely. How about the L.L. Bean catalog?“Perfect! George, you’re a wonder.”“I’ll pull it up online. Best not to waste time. With it being the holidays, who knows how long it will take to get here?”“Right.”The two men refilled their mugs from the fresh pot Maeve made and adjourned to the study. George opened the laptop and brought up the catalog online. Craig stared out the window for a moment. George had hit on a sore point. Could he, Craig, the comfort king, put up with the realities of the country? He’d soon find out.

Look for episode two tomorrow. Comments are welcome!

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Chapter One

As April McKenna drove her small car around the bend and approached a tiny town, a good looking, big man with short, reddish brown hair stepped into the street and stuck out his thumb.“Yeah, right, Mr. Serial Killer, like I’m going to give you a ride,” she said aloud to herself, speeding up to pass him but unable to rip her gaze from his. She averted her eyes, trying to focus on sorting out her life. Driving the back roads from Willow Falls, NY to her home in San Francisco would give April time to think. She had finished her MBA and was heading back for an internship in her father’s company. The prelude to a staid, boring, corporate life worried her. The thought of such a future left her restless, unhappy. April didn’t want to go back, didn’t want to live her father’s life. She wanted to break out, but didn’t know how.  She’d always been a good girl, doing the right thing, exactly what her parents expected of her. With her mind occupied, she was driving on automatic pilot and noticed the glass scattered in the road too late. Her tire lasted another half mile before it blew. She pulled onto a muddy shoulder and got out of the car. She rummaged around in the car trunk having no idea where the spare tire or the jack were or even how to use them if she found them. She pulled out her cell phone only to remember she’d forgotten to recharge it before leaving school. Then she laughed when she realized there was no one to call anyway. You’re supposed to hang something white on the door handle when you need help. April returned to the car, took off her white lace panties, the only white object she had, hung them on the door handle, closed the door and waited. Only a few houses dotted the lonely country road, but acre after acre of green fields blossomed with ripe crops. Standing on tiptoe, she could barely make out a farmhouse in the distance. The tall corn stalks of late July blocked her car from view. Half an hour passed and no car came by. Was she about to spend the night there in her car? Then she saw him in the rear view mirror. It was Mr. Serial Killer, coming around the bend, and heading straight for her car. Panic rose in her chest as she locked all the doors and hunkered down.  He walked up to the car and knocked on the window, startling April, who jumped. When she turned to look, he was smiling.“Flat?” He asked.She nodded.“Pop the trunk.” He headed for the rear of the car.Can’t you get inside the car through the trunk? He could attack me...“Take it easy. I’m not a mass murderer. I’ll change your tire.” April unlatched the trunk. If she didn’t want to spend the night alone in the dark, accepting his help was her only choice. “Are these yours?” he asked, plucking her panties off the door handle and holding them up to the car window. The white lace bikinis appeared to shrink in his large hand.Heat seeped into April’s her face. Avoiding the stranger’s gaze, she cracked open the car window and snatched the garment from him. He laughed, shook his head and headed for the trunk, as she struggled to put them back on while sitting in the front seat.“It’s easier to jack up the car if you’re not in it.” Reluctantly, she got out of the car, keeping an eye on him and perched on a large rock hugging her knees to her chest. “Rusty,” he said, extending his hand after taking off his backpack.“April,” she responded, wrinkling her nose at the sight of the grime coating his hand.“Oh, yeah, sorry. Grease.” He wiped his hand on his jeans.He worked for forty-five minutes, jacking up the car then changing the tire. April watched in silence. As the sun beat down on him, he began to sweat. Rusty removed his T-shirt. April stared at his strong chest covered with reddish hair, feeling a desire to touch it. The muscles in his arms worked as he attached the jack and began to pump it up, moving the car higher and higher. He was tall, about six foot four inches, broad and strong. He shot her an easy grin from time to time.“What’s a beautiful girl like you doing stranded out here? Where you headed?” He asked, looking her over with appreciation in his eyes.“San Francisco. You?” She said, blushing slightly under his gaze.“I’ve got a week to get to Allentown for a job. At the rate I’m going, it’ll take me a week to walk it.” He worked the tire iron on the lug nuts.She laughed. “Why kind of job?”“Driving a truck to New York City and back. It pays well.”“You going to live in Allentown?”“Of course. Where are you coming from?”“Got my MBA from Kensington State University. Heading home.”“Going back to a job?”“Uh...an internship. But I don’t want to. I’m not sure what I want to do.”“After all that time with college and graduate school and you still don’t know what you want to do? Heck...a lot of money down the drain.” “Education doesn’t always tell you what you want to do in life.”“True enough. Still going home, eh?” He leaned against the car.“It’s expected.”“Car’s ready. You should replace the dead tire because if this one blows, you’re out of luck,” he pointed out, putting his shirt back on.“Thanks. Get in,” she said, standing up, and brushing herself off.“You giving me a ride?”She shrugged and gave a nod.“Well, I can promise not to strangle and murder you… but I might kiss you,” he said.“Thanks for fixing the tire. I’m taking you all the way to Allentown,” she said.“No way! You are? Fantastic.”“The least I can do…it’s not far out of my way and…I’m in no hurry.”“Up for a little journey?” he asked her with a wicked grin on his face.“Maybe.” She looked him over, thinking about his offer of adventure.“Let’s get some food. There’s a diner down the road a ways and I’m buying,” he said, holding the door open for her.She smiled up at him as he closed the car door.
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A don't-miss holiday book -- THE HOUSE-SITTER'S CHRISTMAS!

Here are some snippets from the book, some things Laura might see in NYC at Christmas time, and a few quotes from people who've read the book. The House-Sitter's Christmas, a sweet, romantic, contemporary fairytale novella. Enjoy! 
A Word from the AuthorThe House-Sitter’s Christmas is a romantic, holiday fairy tale. It was written originally as a romantic serial, with an episode released each day during the month of December. It’s not a chaptered novella or short story but consists of short episodes instead. There is an element of suspense woven into the fabric of this tale, as well.Although the story could continue, there is a happy ending. But those who know me, recognize that characters may stay with me, reappearing in additional books or short stories, sometimes a year or more later. I don’t swear that this is the final chapter for Laura and C.W.However, the ending wraps up the events in this novella. If you wish to have another story with these folks, please tell me. You can contact me by email (jean@nowandforeverbooks.com) or on Facebook and make your wishes known.I hope you enjoy this story. Thank you for reading my work.
Jean C. Joachim
Episode One

Laura Fleming’s pulse kicked up as the bus approached the Lincoln Tunnel. Something magical happened whenever she crossed over from upstate onto Manhattan Island. And, it being a week before Christmas only made it more fantastic. The Port Authority Bus Terminal was as bloated with people as usual. Mr. C. W. Banley had arranged for a car to pick her up. She was the hired help—the house-sitter, paid to keep his majestic townhouse occupied and to care for his cat while he traveled on business over the holidays. This was Laura’s third year house-sitting for C.W., as she affectionately referred to him—but never to his face. In fact, she’d never met him. What mattered was her chance to step into the ultimate Christmas fantasy, occupying a grand townhouse on West 81st Street for three delicious weeks.
************************** "This is a modern day romantic fantasy that spans continents, has terrifically drawn characters, and packs an unexpected punch. Don't worry, nothing about Christmas will be ruined for you. It's a sweet love story full of the Christmas spirit. Between now and Christmas if you want a quick, fun read, buy this, and buy copies for your friends for Christmas presents. P.S. I think the Hallmark Channel needs to make a movie from this book. " SL

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A man in a livery outfit stood on the crowded sidewalk, holding a sign that read Laura Fleming. She approached him, vouched for her identity, and slid into the comfortable vehicle. He closed the door, and they were off, wending their way through the dense, holiday traffic.
“First time in the City?” he asked, while they waited at a stop light.“Oh, no. I’ve been coming during the holidays for several years.”“It’s a beautiful, if crowded, time to be here.”“I love it. I live in the country. During the winter, I get cabin fever with all the snow and ice.”“You own a place here too?”She laughed, her light brown hair swinging with the motion. “Oh, no. I could never afford that. I’m the house-sitter.”“Now that’s a great gig!”“You bet it is,” she agreed. Laura looked out the window as the chauffeur maneuvered his way through congested Amsterdam Avenue. All the restaurants, and even the delis, had strings of Christmas lights. She raised her gaze to the apartment buildings and spied many with holiday decorations or elaborately decorated trees in the windows.He pulled up to the gorgeous, Neo-Renaissance townhouse. The driver set her small suitcase on the sidewalk. He refused a tip, saying he’d already been paid, then handed her a sealed envelope. Laura gazed at the beautiful, cream-colored building with windows lined in black. A large, circular, black, wrought iron staircase beckoned her.
The winter sky turned teal blue as the sun set. She climbed the steps to the carved, wooden door. A wreath of evergreens, red berries, and pine cones hung there, welcoming her. The sharp wind penetrated her coat, making her shiver. She ripped open the envelope and retrieved the front door key. She smiled. Mr. Banley was a bear about security and would never leave a key under a mat. Eager to get to the antique pot of hot chocolate Maeve, the housekeeper, always left for her on the little wooden table by the fireplace in the study, Laura wondered if there would be a chocolate croissant, or a scone, waiting too. She licked her lips as she crossed the threshold into luxury she could only dream about.
*************************** "A perfect sweet romantic fairy tale for the holiday, with suspense, a bit of danger and a thrilling rescue... what's not to love? Laura and Craig were destined to find each other, through the missteps and loneliness, and with the help of friends and a bit of technology. Great read. Well done."  BBB

"OMG this is a very quick and beautiful read. Jean made me feel like i was there with the character Laura and C.W.. This book is definitely a book you can't pass up." SH

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WORLD SERIES TRIVIA! - DAY 5

Welcome to my fun blog honoring the World Series. Many unusual things have happened in the World Series throughout the years. There were many firsts and these events give rise to many stupid sports statistics. Let's take a look at these things, see how many you can guess. These trivia questions will be changed on every day of the series. 
Also, you will be treated to quotes from my baseball romance books. See if you can place some of the quotes from my books to the correct character. I guarantee you'll get them all right, and maybe have a good laugh, too. 

So sorry to have been offline. Deadlines are deadly! I'm back. 
Sunday's's Trivia Questions:



Question #1 

Who threw the only no-hitter in the World Series in 1956. What team did he play for?

Question #2

Only once was the World Series MVP awarded to a player on the losing team. Who was it? And what team was he on?

Question #3

Some World Series games were played outside the U.S.A. only once -- in what year --what teams? 



Question #4  from my book 


Who are the three men speaking in this conversation? 


“All I ask is that you not be an asshole. Is that too much?” Man #1 directed his request to Man #2.“Shut the fuck up,” the catcher said, in a low voice.Man #3 cracked up. “Sounds reasonable to me.”“Same goes for you,” Man #2 said, pointing a finger at his friend.“No stories. No fake names, okay? No hitting on the first woman you see. And, no hitting on Valerie!” Man #3 said.“Afraid of a little competition?” Man #2 asked.“I might be if it came from someone like Man #1. But you? Uh, no!”Man #2 pushed back into the seat and frowned.Man #1 poked Man #3. “Remember the time he told some chick his name was Pancho Villa?”“And she didn’t even know who Pancho Villa was, but Jackson wanted to sleep with her anyway,” Man #3 said.“Until he said he couldn’t speak Spanish. Then, there was no way she was going home with him,” Man #1 croaked out.“Then, he told her he was a pro baseball player, and she didn’t believe him. Remember what she said?” Man #3 could hardly speak he was laughing so hard.
“Yeah, yeah! She said, and I quote, ‘next you’ll tell me you’re George Bush’.”Which men are talking in that conversation? 

1) Huey, Dewey and Louie?
2) Jake Lawrence, Third Base, Matt Jackson, Catcher, and Dan Alexander, Pitcher?
3) Dewey, Cheatum and Howe? 


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ANSWERS

#1   Don Larson - New York Yankees.

#2  Bobby Richardson - New York Yankees, too.

#3   1992 - Between The Toronto Blue Jays and Atlanta Braves.

#4    Jake, Matt, and Dan -- of course!


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WORLD SERIES TRIVIA! - DAY 2

Welcome to my fun blog honoring the World Series. Many unusual things have happened in the World Series throughout the years. There were many firsts and these events give rise to many stupid sports statistics. Let's take a look at these things, see how many you can guess. These trivia questions will be changed on every day of the series. 
Also, you will be treated to quotes from my baseball romance books. See if you can place some of the quotes from my books to the correct character. I guarantee you'll get them all right, and maybe have a good laugh, too. 
Wednesday's Trivia Questions:

All True or False questions

Question #1 

The first year the World Series was first broadcast on television in 1947.   True or False?

Question #2

The World Series was first broadcast on television in color in 1959.        True or False?

Question #3

The baseball World Series MVP award was given for the first time in 1960.    True of False? 



Question #4  from my book 


Who are the two men speaking in this conversation? 

“Welcome,” the ball player said, as his gaze slid down her curvy body.“Thanks.” She straightened her shirt and smoothed her jeans.After shooting her a sexy grin, he tipped his cap and replied, “The top pitcher.” With a chuckle, he disappeared into the locker room.“Why do they hire pretty girls to sell hot dogs?” Player #1 asked his teammate, in the next shower stall.“Guess they sell more dogs,” Player #2 said, lathering up his hair.“That must be it. The new one I just met is fine.”“Yeah? What about what’s-her-name?”“Valerie?”“That’s it. What about her?”“This girl sells hot dogs. Get real. You don’t think Mr. All Star Pitcher would hook up with a Hot Dog Girl, do you?” Player #3 piped up from the other room.“If she’s hot, and he’s a horndog, sure. Why not?” Player #2 said, rinsing off.“She didn’t look like a Hot Dog Girl,” Player #1 said, wrapping a towel around his hips.
“Probably one of Bud’s charity cases.” 
Which men are talking in that conversation? 

1) Moe, Curly & Larry - the Three Stooges?
2) Dan Alexander, Pitcher, Jake Lawrence, Third Base, Matt Jackson, Catcher?
3) Grouch, Chico & Harpo Marx?


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If you like baseball, you might like my baseball romance books. 



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ANSWERS

#1   True.

#2  False. The broadcast was in color in 1955

#3   False. The award was given out in 1955. 

#4   Dan, Jake and Matt -- of course!


Thanks for coming. Please return again on the next game day for new questions. 

For more baseball fun, check out Jen Doyle's blog. CLICK HERE!

WORLD SERIES TRIVIA!

Welcome to my fun blog honoring the World Series. Many unusual things have happened in the World Series throughout the years. There were many firsts and these events give rise to many stupid sports statistics. Let's take a look at these things, see how many you can guess. These trivia questions will be changed on every day of the series. 
Also, you will be treated to quotes from my baseball romance books. See if you can place some of the quotes from my books to the correct character. I guarantee you'll get them all right, and maybe have a good laugh, too. 

Question #1

Who played in the first World Series? What year was that? 


Question #2 

The present day World Series is a best-of-seven series. But there were four years when the World Series was a best-of-nine series. Can you name any or all of those years? 


Question from my book 

Who are the two men speaking in this conversation? 


“She has other skills.” Speaker #1 snickered, his eyes glowing.“Yeah, but even that gets boring, when it’s all there is.”“You’re bragging! Bore me, baby. Bore my balls off!”“Your problem is that you have no finesse. You’re too blunt. Right out there. Trying to get the chick in bed in the first thirty seconds.”“Okay, I’ll try to wait two or three minutes. Think that’d help?”“Asshole.” Speaker #2 smirked. “Woman are people too, you know. They have other parts, like brains.”“Yeah? Really? I never noticed. Can’t get past the tits.”“You’re hopeless.”“So you say.”“Don’t you ever want to talk to a woman?”“There are much better things she can do with her mouth.”“You’re a sexist pig, know that?”Speaker #1 grinned. “Yeah. And the babes love it.”“Really? Is that why you’re at Freddie’s by yourself on a Saturday night?”“I’m between chicks, that’s all.”
“You’ll be between chicks for the next twenty years if you don’t change your routine.”
Who are the two speakers in this conversation? Are they:

a) Matt Jackson, Catcher and Dan Alexander, Pitcher?
b) Mickey Mouse and Goofy?
c) Bud Abbott and Lou Costello? 


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ANSWERS

#1 The first World Series was played in . The Boston Pilgrims beat the Pittsburgh Pirates.

#2  The best-of-nine-games series were played in: 1903, 1919, 1920, and 1921.

#3   Matt Jackson and Dan Alexander are speaking. 

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For more baseball fun, check out Jen Doyle's blog tomorrow, Wednesday. CLICK HERE!

What people are saying about "THE HOUSE-SITTER'S CHRISTMAS"...

My little Christmas fairy tale novella has been well received so far. Let me share a few comments with you:

"...The story was wonderful, with genuinely likeable characters, especially the characters of Ellen the next door neighbour & George the assisant to C.W. Definitely recommend."  C.


"It’s a sweet and heartwarming story. It will suck you in with its suspense. It has characters that you will love. It’s an entertaining read..."  V.

"A Christmas thriller novella. Keeps you on the edge of your seat, especially with ex drama. Love the christmas feel and vibe emanating from within! If you wanna get into the mood, read this and light some candles." Book Addict Reviews 


"If you are looking for a short but sweet, holiday read, this is a good place to start. This was a fun little read. I read this in one sitting..." Sassy Beta Reading and Review

"A lovely Christmas story that will have you smiling and looking forward to the upcoming season..." N.D.

"OMG this is a very quick and beautiful read. Jean made me feel like i was there with the character Laura and C.W.. This book is definitely a book you can't pass up."  S.H. 

A bit about the book:


At Christmas, Laura Fleming lived her fantasy adventure. Paid to house-sit for the fabulously wealthy financier, C.W. Banley, while he traveled, she eagerly headed for New York City. As mistress of his elegant townhouse, she baked cookies and dressed the old gent’s richly-furnished residence for the holidays. 
As December rolled around, the lonely, lovely writer eagerly anticipated soaking up the Christmas atmosphere in the grand city. With only the cat for company, she’d turn Banley’s elegant home into a wonderland of sparkling lights, fragrant garland, and shiny tinsel. Every year, she wished, in vain, for a happy ending. Will this be the year that Miss Fleming discovers her dreams can come true, even in a big city, like New York? A sweet, New York City Christmas Fairy Tale novella. CAUTION: As in any fairy tale, there is some violence in this story, and some cursing, as well, but no sex.
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THE HOUSE-SITTER'S CHRISTMAS - Holiday cheer coming early this year!

Have you ever read a contemporary Christmas fairy tale before? There's always a first time. 

At Christmas, Laura Fleming lived her fantasy adventure. Paid to house-sit for the fabulously wealthy financier, C.W. Banley, while he traveled, she eagerly headed for New York City. As mistress of his elegant townhouse, she baked cookies and dressed the old gent’s richly-furnished residence for the holidays. As December rolled around, the lonely, lovely writer eagerly anticipated soaking up the Christmas atmosphere in the grand city. With only the cat for company, she’d turn Banley’s elegant home into a wonderland of sparkling lights, fragrant garland, and shiny tinsel.  Every year, she wished, in vain, for a happy ending. Will this be the year that Miss Fleming discovers her dreams can come true, even in a big city, like New York? A sweet, New York City Christmas Fairy Tale.CAUTION: There is some violence, and a bit of cursing, but no sex.  



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Episode One
 Laura Fleming’s pulse kicked up as the bus approached the Lincoln Tunnel. Something magical happened whenever she crossed over from upstate onto Manhattan Island. And, it beinga week before Christmas only made it more fantastic.The Port Authority Bus Terminal was as bloated with people as usual. Mr. C. W. Banley had arranged for a car to pick her up. She was the hired help—the house-sitter, paid to keep his majestic townhouse occupied and to care for his cat while he traveled on business over the holidays.This was Laura’s third year house-sitting for C.W., as she affectionately referred to him—but never to his face. In fact, she’d never met him. What mattered was her chance to step into the ultimate Christmas fantasy, occupying a grand townhouse on West 81st Street for three delicious weeks. A man in a livery outfit stood on the crowded sidewalk, holding a sign that read Laura Fleming. She approached him, vouched for her identity, and slid into the comfortable vehicle. He closed the door, and they were off, wending their way through the dense, holiday traffic.“First time in the City?” he asked, while they waited at a stop light.“Oh, no. I’ve been coming during the holidays for several years.”“It’s a beautiful, if crowded, time to be here.”“I love it. I live in the country. During the winter, I get cabin fever with all the snow and ice.”“You own a place here too?”She laughed, her light brown hair swinging with the motion. “Oh, no. I could never afford that. I’m the house-sitter.”“Now that’s a great gig!”“You bet it is,” she agreed.Laura looked out the window as the chauffeur maneuvered his way through congested Amsterdam Avenue. All the restaurants, and even the delis, had strings of Christmas lights. She raised her gaze to the apartment buildings and spied many with holiday decorations or elaborately decorated trees in the windows. He pulled up to the gorgeous, Neo-Renaissance townhouse. The driver set her small suitcase on the sidewalk. He refused a tip, saying he’d already been paid, then handed her a sealed envelope. Laura gazed at the beautiful, cream-colored building with windows lined in black. A large, circular, black, wrought iron staircase beckoned her.The winter sky turned teal blue as the sun set. She climbed the steps to the carved, wooden door. A wreath of evergreens, red berries, and pine cones hung there, welcoming her. The sharp wind penetrated her coat, making her shiver. She ripped open the envelope and retrieved the front door key. She smiled. Mr. Banley was a bear about security and would never leave a key under a mat. Eager to get to the antique pot of hot chocolate  Maeve, the housekeeper, always left for her on the little wooden table by the fireplace in the study, Laura wondered if there would be a chocolate croissant, or a cookie, waiting too. She licked her lips as she crossed the threshold into luxury she could only dream about.



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DAN ALEXANDER, PITCHER - THE BOTTOM OF THE NINTH

“Why do they hire pretty girls to sell hot dogs?” Dan asked his teammate, Jake Lawrence, in the next shower stall.“Guess they sell more dogs,” Jake said, lathering up his hair.“That must be it. The new one I just met is fine.”“Yeah? What about what’s-her-name?”“Valerie?”“That’s it. What about her?”“This girl sells hot dogs, Jake. Get real. You don’t think Mr. All Star Pitcher would hook up with a Hot Dog Girl, do you?” Matt Jackson piped up from the other room.“If she’s hot, and he’s a horndog, sure. Why not?” Jake said, rinsing off.“She didn’t look like a Hot Dog Girl,” Dan said, wrapping a towel around his hips.“Probably one of Bud’s charity cases,” Jake said.“Yeah, a hooker or a drug addict.” Matt stripped off his clothes.“She didn’t look like either. Kind of classy.” Dan headed for his locker.“You’d give up a great blow job from Valerie for a Hot Dog Girl?” Matt stepped under the running water.Jake snickered. “You never know. This girl might give more than hot dogs, Matt.”“Don’t worry. I’m not giving up Valerie. Just curious.” Dan pulled on jeans.“Damn! I was already dialing her number,” Jake said.Dan snorted. “Like you’d ever have a chance with her.”“What makes you think I haven’t?” Jake cocked an eyebrow.“Why, you fuckin’ asshole!” Dan bunched Jake’s shirt in his fist.“Keep your fuckin’ pants on, Mr. All Star. I never touched her.”“And you’d better not.”Jake smoothed the fabric across his hard chest. “Geez. Pretty touchy for a guy checkin’ out other chicks.”“Boys, boys,” Matt said, imitating a mother’s voice. “No fighting. We’re all on the same team.”“Leave my girl alone,” grumbled Dan.“I don’t need your girl. I’ve got plenty of my own,” Jake said, zipping up his pants. “It’s Matt who needs some hand-me-downs.”Dan laughed. “That’s right. Got some rejects for him, Jake?”Jake whipped out his phone. “Let’s see.”“Fuck off! I don’t need anyone’s rejects. I can find my own babe,” Matt said, heading out the door.“You need something!” Jake called after him, but Matt was already gone. “You really checking out hot dog chicks?” he asked, while tying his shoes.“Naw. Ran into Bud. He introduced me. She’s cute. That’s all. You’re right. She’s a Hot Dog Girl. Not in my league.”
Dan combed his short, brown hair and headed for his car. The fullness of the girl’s lips and the curve of her hips stayed with him. She didn’t look like the usual stray Bud Magee dragged in and hired. This one was different. He couldn’t pinpoint it, but there was something about her that made him curious. He wanted to know her story. His intuition told him she had one, and it was probably a doozy.

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