mood she was known for in the mornings. Instead there she was, standing barefoot by the stove in a short pink plush robe with her hair artfully rolled into a bun held together by chopsticks, dancing, and singing along with Bruno Mars. When she heard the door opening behind her she turned to look at Zack walking in. “Good morning Fruitcake, I’m making pancakes for us this morning.”
“It sure looks like a great morning, with you singing and dancing barefoot around the kitchen . . . ” He made a horrified face at her. “Oh no. Barefoot in the kitchen, please tell me you’re not pregnant.”
Emily laughed at her friend’s joke. “I highly doubt that’s possible, unless my sheets have developed magical sperm,” she teased. “So no . . . I’m not with child, just happy.”
Zack sneaked his arms around Emily’s waist and led her into an impromptu dance. When the song ended he dipped her low, generating a roll of giggles. “I like happy Emily almost as much as I like pancakes.”
They ate and talked about their plans for the day. Zack gave his friend meticulous details on a surgical procedure he was performing that day and was extremely excited about, and when Emily questioned him about Mr. Darcy, he informed her he was traveling to DC for a conference that afternoon.
Zack then turned the conversation to Emily, requesting details on her plans for the day, which included coffee with Penelope and a trip to the mall for new pajamas. Half an hour before he was due at the hospital, Zack got up from his stool and moved to the dishwasher to deposit his plate. “So, I was thinking we could do something different tonight. How about burgers at Old Joe’s?” he asked mockingly.
“Yeah, ‘cause we never do that,” Emily replied, making both of them laugh. “Jody said a Nickelback cover band will be playing tonight, and you know how I love them. So that works for me.”
Nodding, he moved closer to give her a peck goodbye. A thought crossed his mind when he reached the front door. He stopped, and turned to look at her. “Are you buying new pajamas because our new friend is joining PJ&B, Cheesecake?”
“Have a good day Zack,” she said, with a shy smile.
A smug smirk on Zack’s face was the extent of his reaction. “See you tonight.”
After Zack left, Emily danced her way into her bedroom and changed into her running clothes. Before she noticed, she was once more applying blush and mascara to exercise.
When Taylor got back from his very long morning run, he was dripping with sweat. He was determined to leave for New Haven at noon. Even with his two-week absence, the extra hours he’d put in that week combined with the work he did during his trip left very few things on his to-do list. Besides, he was going out of his mind with anxiety about seeing Emily again.
It didn’t take him long to pack his small duffle bag with everything he would need for the weekend. Without thinking too much about what he was doing, he packed a few extra things in case he successfully convinced his sister to allow him to make her apartment his permanent weekend getaway.
An hour later, properly showered and dressed in his favorite denim and shirt, Taylor rode the elevator down to the garage where he loaded his Jeep, so he could leave straight from work and go to see Emily.
His morning at the gallery seemed to drag on and on. The few emails he exchanged with Emily helped his anxiety a little, but not much. It had been three weeks since they last saw each other, which was extremely frustrating. Thankfully, Kimberly’s assistant made some sort of mix up with the shipping of two pictures which took Kim most of the morning to fix, allowing no time for her add to his frustration.
At 11:59 a.m. Taylor gathered his things and walked out, wishing everyone a good weekend. Never in his life had he imagined he would be so glad to escape from a job he loved, especially after spending two weeks away. Nonetheless, as he turned the
“It sure looks like a great morning, with you singing and dancing barefoot around the kitchen . . . ” He made a horrified face at her. “Oh no. Barefoot in the kitchen, please tell me you’re not pregnant.”
Emily laughed at her friend’s joke. “I highly doubt that’s possible, unless my sheets have developed magical sperm,” she teased. “So no . . . I’m not with child, just happy.”
Zack sneaked his arms around Emily’s waist and led her into an impromptu dance. When the song ended he dipped her low, generating a roll of giggles. “I like happy Emily almost as much as I like pancakes.”
They ate and talked about their plans for the day. Zack gave his friend meticulous details on a surgical procedure he was performing that day and was extremely excited about, and when Emily questioned him about Mr. Darcy, he informed her he was traveling to DC for a conference that afternoon.
Zack then turned the conversation to Emily, requesting details on her plans for the day, which included coffee with Penelope and a trip to the mall for new pajamas. Half an hour before he was due at the hospital, Zack got up from his stool and moved to the dishwasher to deposit his plate. “So, I was thinking we could do something different tonight. How about burgers at Old Joe’s?” he asked mockingly.
“Yeah, ‘cause we never do that,” Emily replied, making both of them laugh. “Jody said a Nickelback cover band will be playing tonight, and you know how I love them. So that works for me.”
Nodding, he moved closer to give her a peck goodbye. A thought crossed his mind when he reached the front door. He stopped, and turned to look at her. “Are you buying new pajamas because our new friend is joining PJ&B, Cheesecake?”
“Have a good day Zack,” she said, with a shy smile.
A smug smirk on Zack’s face was the extent of his reaction. “See you tonight.”
After Zack left, Emily danced her way into her bedroom and changed into her running clothes. Before she noticed, she was once more applying blush and mascara to exercise.
When Taylor got back from his very long morning run, he was dripping with sweat. He was determined to leave for New Haven at noon. Even with his two-week absence, the extra hours he’d put in that week combined with the work he did during his trip left very few things on his to-do list. Besides, he was going out of his mind with anxiety about seeing Emily again.
It didn’t take him long to pack his small duffle bag with everything he would need for the weekend. Without thinking too much about what he was doing, he packed a few extra things in case he successfully convinced his sister to allow him to make her apartment his permanent weekend getaway.
An hour later, properly showered and dressed in his favorite denim and shirt, Taylor rode the elevator down to the garage where he loaded his Jeep, so he could leave straight from work and go to see Emily.
His morning at the gallery seemed to drag on and on. The few emails he exchanged with Emily helped his anxiety a little, but not much. It had been three weeks since they last saw each other, which was extremely frustrating. Thankfully, Kimberly’s assistant made some sort of mix up with the shipping of two pictures which took Kim most of the morning to fix, allowing no time for her add to his frustration.
At 11:59 a.m. Taylor gathered his things and walked out, wishing everyone a good weekend. Never in his life had he imagined he would be so glad to escape from a job he loved, especially after spending two weeks away. Nonetheless, as he turned the
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