Part 12 (2/2)

”She talked about you the whole time.” Marvin went on like he'd had a pot of coffee and chased it with a Red Bull. ”Told me about the day she tried to teach you how to play tennis and you made her laugh like a fool. I'm telling you, girlfriend, there was a gleam in her eyes.”

”I'm sorry to cut this short, Marvin, but I have to step out.” I didn't want to hear anymore. It grated my nerves and confounded me that she told me that she wanted just to be friends, but she was gleaming when she talked to Marvin. Talk about mixed signals.

”Okay,” Marvin said cheerfully. ”Seriously, thank you, Shannon.”

I tossed the phone on my desk and groaned when I heard a knock on the door. I threw it open and was surprised to see a very tall, nice-looking man who seemed as shocked to see me as I was to see him.

”I'm so sorry to disturb you. I just realized that I'm supposed to be at 2A, and I see now I wasn't paying attention when I went up the elevator.”

”That's okay, it happens all the time,” I lied, mainly because he seemed so nice, and it dawned on me that he was looking for Hailey's apartment.

”Have a nice day and I apologize again,” he said as he turned and walked away. If things about Hailey weren't already confusing, they were more so now.

My apartment became extremely oppressive, so I decided to go for a walk. And to my chagrin, I ran into Hailey in the hall.

She looked amazing in one of her dressier business suits. The skirt fit her curves, and I found it hard not to just stand and stare, but when I saw the man I'd met earlier standing not far behind her, I looked down at Fuzzy. Somehow she didn't complete the ensemble.

”I need a huge favor,” Hailey said, looking uncomfortable.

”I have a work function to attend, and my TV died this morning.

Would you keep Fuzzy for me?”

Fuzzy was looking up at me as if to say, please, say yes.

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*”Sure, no problem.”

”Oh, umm, Shannon, this is my ex-husband, Mark,” Hailey said, stepping out of the way.

”We kind of met by accident earlier,” he said with a smile when he shook my hand. ”It's a pleasure to be formally introduced, though.”

”Likewise,” I said with as much of a smile as I could muster.

”You two have a great time.” I took Fuzzy's leash and watched them go. Hailey looked back over her shoulder and mouthed, sorry.

”Fuzzy, I'm in the mood for a long walk. I'm glad you packed your ball.”

If dogs smile, she truly did then around a slimy green tennis ball, and we were off.

Fuzzy actually walked me. I followed along behind her as she pranced down the sidewalk, stopping occasionally to sniff something of interest. She walked as if she had a destination in mind, and since I didn't, I was content to comply with her whim.

We came along a small park that didn't have any signs that said dogs weren't welcome, so once inside the fence, I unclipped her leash. She trotted over to a bench and looked at me until I sat.

The ball was then placed in my lap. I thought I knew what was expected. I threw the ball as far as it would go, and she turned and looked at me as if to say, b.i.t.c.h. Did I say to throw it across the park?

She came back and stood in front of me, and this time, she did not readily give me the ball. ”You want me to bounce it?” I asked.

Her response was a huffing sound. I did as she commanded. She lost interest after forty-something bounces and lay down on the cool sidewalk in front of me.

”Fuzzy, I don't know what to do about your mother or your person, whatever you call her.”

Her blond head tilted to the side.

”No, really, it's true. She just wants to be friends right now, and I'm not sure I can take any more friends.h.i.+p. Every time I see her, I want to kiss her and choke her at the same time.”

*Fuzzy's tongue flopped out.

”Yes, like that. None of the friendly peck on the cheek stuff.

I just want to take her in my arms and-” I stopped short and nodded at a couple who pa.s.sed by with odd expressions. I waited for them to get far enough away to continue. ”I'm just getting to know her, but I feel something that I can't keep denying, and I can't just blurt it out to her.”

Fuzzy c.o.c.ked her head again.

”No, not love, but an attraction that I can barely stand. Do you think the feelings are so intense because I can't have her?”

Bingo, dumba.s.s, was Fuzzy's expression.

”Is that all it is?” I tilted my own head.

You have the patience of a squirrel, Fuzzy seemed to say.

”Hey, you're not the picture of patience when you want the ball bounced, either, Ms. Thang.”

Apparently, the mention of the ball was her cue. She picked it up and dropped it in my lap. ”So what am I supposed to do now?”

I asked as I bounced it on the sidewalk.

Fuzzy caught the ball and returned it to me and dropped it in my hand. You keep playing bal . That solves everything. I heard that loud and clear.

On the way back home, Fuzzy made it apparent that her charge for advice was chicken on a stick. She parked her rump in front of a Chinese restaurant and wouldn't budge. I looped her leash around a hydrant and stepped inside to place her order, keeping a close eye on her through the window.

Fuzzy was in agreement that we should wait to eat until we got home, though she nuzzled the bag every time she came near.

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