navigated to the wink from KDoyleIII.
“Angie, he’s cute. What’re you gonna do?”
“I don’t know. Nothing right now, I guess.”
The evening found Angela alone with time on her hands to worry about the possibility that something had happened to Aiden or that he had lost interest in her. She didn’t have any other way of contacting him, so to her mind, her options were to keep calling him on his cellphone or to sit and worry and think about what she may have said or done to chase him off.
Her subsequent call went to his voicemail and plunged her into a state of irrational anxiety. There was no one she could talk to who would understand. She could already hear their hollow rationalizations. Julia would say, “There’s probably a perfectly good reason why he hasn’t called.” Judith would say, “He’s most likely busy, earning enough money to keep you in the lifestyle that he’s introduced you to. Get a life, girl, go do something constructive.” Angela didn’t want to hear any of it.
Subsequent to her flicking through all the television channels and wondering how there could be so many channels and yet, so few quality shows, she turned to Christian Blend. She was about to yield to temptation by sending a message to KDoyleIII in response to his wink, when the telephone rang.
“Miss me?” It was the deep, thick voice that she had been longing to hear all day.
“Aiden, where have you been?” Angela gasped.
“Working.” He sounded perplexed at her response. “I told you I had to work today.”
“You did? I don’t remember that. I’ve been so worried about you.”
“Angela, last night on the phone, did I not tell you that I’d have an early start because I had to go and sort out the mess that this construction guy in Lakeland had made of his accounts?”
“N…..” Angela couldn’t quite complete the ‘no’. A flashback reminded her that she was instant messaging Matt at the same time that she was talking to Aiden, so in all likelihood, he had mentioned his plans. “Oh, I guess I forgot.”
“And I guess I didn’t tell you that I’m going out of town tomorrow either.”
“No, you did.” Angela had no recollection of this either, but dared not disclose it. “Another messy case right?” It was a statement doubled up as a question designed to both cover her inattentiveness and extract from him information she obviously missed the night before.
“You could say that. My appointment’s really on Monday but I don’t want to contend with the Monday morning traffic, so I’m going up on Sunday and staying in a hotel overnight.”
“Will you be back on Monday?”
“Not sure, depends on how fast progress is made. Give you time to miss me, huh?”
“I dunno, you told me last night that you were in love. How do I know that you’re not going to visit your love interest? An old girlfriend, perhaps.” Angela’s japery was met with a chilly retort.
“Trust me, I won’t be having any fun; and I actually said I think I’m in love.”
“Back-tracking now are you?”
“I should, since I was baring my heart to someone who didn’t respond in like manner.”
Reluctant to profess her love before the time, and expose her vulnerability, Angela had only sighed when Aiden ‘bared his heart’ to her on the previous evening. How could he possibly work true love into a relationship that had existed for such a diminutive
“Angie, he’s cute. What’re you gonna do?”
“I don’t know. Nothing right now, I guess.”
The evening found Angela alone with time on her hands to worry about the possibility that something had happened to Aiden or that he had lost interest in her. She didn’t have any other way of contacting him, so to her mind, her options were to keep calling him on his cellphone or to sit and worry and think about what she may have said or done to chase him off.
Her subsequent call went to his voicemail and plunged her into a state of irrational anxiety. There was no one she could talk to who would understand. She could already hear their hollow rationalizations. Julia would say, “There’s probably a perfectly good reason why he hasn’t called.” Judith would say, “He’s most likely busy, earning enough money to keep you in the lifestyle that he’s introduced you to. Get a life, girl, go do something constructive.” Angela didn’t want to hear any of it.
Subsequent to her flicking through all the television channels and wondering how there could be so many channels and yet, so few quality shows, she turned to Christian Blend. She was about to yield to temptation by sending a message to KDoyleIII in response to his wink, when the telephone rang.
“Miss me?” It was the deep, thick voice that she had been longing to hear all day.
“Aiden, where have you been?” Angela gasped.
“Working.” He sounded perplexed at her response. “I told you I had to work today.”
“You did? I don’t remember that. I’ve been so worried about you.”
“Angela, last night on the phone, did I not tell you that I’d have an early start because I had to go and sort out the mess that this construction guy in Lakeland had made of his accounts?”
“N…..” Angela couldn’t quite complete the ‘no’. A flashback reminded her that she was instant messaging Matt at the same time that she was talking to Aiden, so in all likelihood, he had mentioned his plans. “Oh, I guess I forgot.”
“And I guess I didn’t tell you that I’m going out of town tomorrow either.”
“No, you did.” Angela had no recollection of this either, but dared not disclose it. “Another messy case right?” It was a statement doubled up as a question designed to both cover her inattentiveness and extract from him information she obviously missed the night before.
“You could say that. My appointment’s really on Monday but I don’t want to contend with the Monday morning traffic, so I’m going up on Sunday and staying in a hotel overnight.”
“Will you be back on Monday?”
“Not sure, depends on how fast progress is made. Give you time to miss me, huh?”
“I dunno, you told me last night that you were in love. How do I know that you’re not going to visit your love interest? An old girlfriend, perhaps.” Angela’s japery was met with a chilly retort.
“Trust me, I won’t be having any fun; and I actually said I think I’m in love.”
“Back-tracking now are you?”
“I should, since I was baring my heart to someone who didn’t respond in like manner.”
Reluctant to profess her love before the time, and expose her vulnerability, Angela had only sighed when Aiden ‘bared his heart’ to her on the previous evening. How could he possibly work true love into a relationship that had existed for such a diminutive
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