leaning her head back against the headrest and closing her eyes. "The two of you are in love."
"I'm thinking we're not the only ones," Geanie said coyly.
"What?"
"Those came for you this morning," Geanie said, gesturing to the backseat.
Cindy turned around and stared. There on the floor was a vase with a dozen red roses.
8
W HO ARE THEY FROM?" CINDY ASKED.
"There's a card, but I didn't open it. I'm guessing if someone sent you red roses you have a pretty good idea who it is," Geanie said.
"Not a clue," Cindy admitted. "I suppose it's possible someone heard I was in the hospital?"
"I doubt it. We hadn't heard a word until you called in a couple hours ago. That kind of news usually travels fast."
Cindy turned back forward. The motion of the car and the medication in her system were not making for a good combination.She would find out soon enough who the mystery sender was.
"Who'd you leave in charge of the office?"
"No one. I put a sign on it that said we'd be open again at one."
"You're going to have a fun afternoon. You know how people get when the office isn't open when they expect."
"I know, but what was I going to do, leave Wildman in charge of the phones?"
Cindy giggled despite herself at the image. "It would be entertaining at least. And no one could complain that the office was closed."
"Yeah, but somehow I think the other complaints would more than make up for it."
"Good decision."
"Could we swing by Joe's coffee shop so I can get my purse out of my trunk?" Cindy asked after a minute.
"Absolutely."
A few minutes later they pulled up and Cindy stared at her car. "You think I can drive?" she asked.
"I think I forbid it. The nurse told me, and I'm sure the doctor told you, that they wanted you to keep the arm still for a couple of days until you start therapy."
"Fine."
Cindy handed Geanie her keys and the other woman retrieved her purse. Then they continued on their way. Once they reached Cindy's house Geanie insisted on helping her inside.
"There's nothing wrong with my legs," Cindy complained.
"Yeah, well as the designated transporter from the hospital it's on me if you get hurt before you're safe and sound in your own house. If you fall on your head inside your house it's on you, not me."
"You're so kind," Cindy said sarcastically.
"I know; it's one of my many strengths."
As soon as Cindy was seated at the kitchen table Geanie went back out to the car for the flowers and set them on the table in front of her. She plucked the card from amidst them and thrust it toward Cindy.
"Open it!"
"Help, I can only use one hand."
"Oh, sorry!"
Geanie slid the card out of the envelope and then handed it to Cindy. She sat down and stared at her expectantly.
She's in love and now she wants everyone else to be, Cindy realized.
Cindy looked at the writing on the card.
We've got our first request for a showing! Meet me at the house Tuesday night at 6 and bring the flowers. Gary.
Cindy couldn't help but feel disappointed. "It's from my real estate agent."
"Oh. That's . . . different."
"He's going to show the house tonight and he wants me to bring these. I remember him talking about 'staging' the house for showings. I'm guessing these are part of the plan."
"Some plan. Tell him next time to bring the flowers himself and not to get a girl excited."
Cindy nodded. "I guess it's possible he has an ulterior motive. I mean maybe he could be flirting with me."
"Is it so hard to imagine?" Geanie asked. "You're a wonderful woman. Any man would be crazy not to see that."
"Thanks. Now would you mind sending that out in a memo?"
Geanie pretended to stagger back in shock. "Wait, are you open to dating? Actually open? Because, you know, I'm not a bad matchmaker if I do say so myself."
Cindy could just imagine what sorts of guys Geanie would try to match her up with. She wasn't sure she was quite desperate enough to risk it. "Hold that thought, Yente."
She almost laughed at Geanie's
"I'm thinking we're not the only ones," Geanie said coyly.
"What?"
"Those came for you this morning," Geanie said, gesturing to the backseat.
Cindy turned around and stared. There on the floor was a vase with a dozen red roses.
8
W HO ARE THEY FROM?" CINDY ASKED.
"There's a card, but I didn't open it. I'm guessing if someone sent you red roses you have a pretty good idea who it is," Geanie said.
"Not a clue," Cindy admitted. "I suppose it's possible someone heard I was in the hospital?"
"I doubt it. We hadn't heard a word until you called in a couple hours ago. That kind of news usually travels fast."
Cindy turned back forward. The motion of the car and the medication in her system were not making for a good combination.She would find out soon enough who the mystery sender was.
"Who'd you leave in charge of the office?"
"No one. I put a sign on it that said we'd be open again at one."
"You're going to have a fun afternoon. You know how people get when the office isn't open when they expect."
"I know, but what was I going to do, leave Wildman in charge of the phones?"
Cindy giggled despite herself at the image. "It would be entertaining at least. And no one could complain that the office was closed."
"Yeah, but somehow I think the other complaints would more than make up for it."
"Good decision."
"Could we swing by Joe's coffee shop so I can get my purse out of my trunk?" Cindy asked after a minute.
"Absolutely."
A few minutes later they pulled up and Cindy stared at her car. "You think I can drive?" she asked.
"I think I forbid it. The nurse told me, and I'm sure the doctor told you, that they wanted you to keep the arm still for a couple of days until you start therapy."
"Fine."
Cindy handed Geanie her keys and the other woman retrieved her purse. Then they continued on their way. Once they reached Cindy's house Geanie insisted on helping her inside.
"There's nothing wrong with my legs," Cindy complained.
"Yeah, well as the designated transporter from the hospital it's on me if you get hurt before you're safe and sound in your own house. If you fall on your head inside your house it's on you, not me."
"You're so kind," Cindy said sarcastically.
"I know; it's one of my many strengths."
As soon as Cindy was seated at the kitchen table Geanie went back out to the car for the flowers and set them on the table in front of her. She plucked the card from amidst them and thrust it toward Cindy.
"Open it!"
"Help, I can only use one hand."
"Oh, sorry!"
Geanie slid the card out of the envelope and then handed it to Cindy. She sat down and stared at her expectantly.
She's in love and now she wants everyone else to be, Cindy realized.
Cindy looked at the writing on the card.
We've got our first request for a showing! Meet me at the house Tuesday night at 6 and bring the flowers. Gary.
Cindy couldn't help but feel disappointed. "It's from my real estate agent."
"Oh. That's . . . different."
"He's going to show the house tonight and he wants me to bring these. I remember him talking about 'staging' the house for showings. I'm guessing these are part of the plan."
"Some plan. Tell him next time to bring the flowers himself and not to get a girl excited."
Cindy nodded. "I guess it's possible he has an ulterior motive. I mean maybe he could be flirting with me."
"Is it so hard to imagine?" Geanie asked. "You're a wonderful woman. Any man would be crazy not to see that."
"Thanks. Now would you mind sending that out in a memo?"
Geanie pretended to stagger back in shock. "Wait, are you open to dating? Actually open? Because, you know, I'm not a bad matchmaker if I do say so myself."
Cindy could just imagine what sorts of guys Geanie would try to match her up with. She wasn't sure she was quite desperate enough to risk it. "Hold that thought, Yente."
She almost laughed at Geanie's
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