not allowed to be late, and Iâm not allowed to talk to anyone.â Amy ticked off these points on her fingers. âIâm going to have to start writing this down.â She swayed on her feet as the elevator car shuddered to a stop.
âWhat was that?â Linnie demanded, scanning the button panel. âAre we stuck?â
Amy gripped the railing and glanced up at the ceiling. âEvidently.â
Linnie immediately shifted into meltdown mode. âWhat are we going to do? Who should we call? Whereâs the alarm button?â
âWhy donât we just wait a few minutes? Iâm sure itâll get going again.â
âWeâre already behind schedule,â Linnie exclaimed. âYou have no idea how much I have to do this afternoon. Iâve got to track down the judges and make sure all our equipment arrived and start recon on the baking floor layout and atmospheric conditions.â
âAnd as exciting as that all sounds, thereâs really nothing we can do to change our situation right now. So letâs take a nice deep breath and try to have a pleasant conversation.â
Linnie crossed her arms. âI donât do small talk.â
She had her finger on the red button depicting the alarm bell when she heard a muted grinding noise and the elevator lurched back into motion.
âSee?â Amy released her death grip on the side rail. âHere we go. Just a momentary glitch.â
When the elevator finally opened on the twenty-sixth floor, Linnie grabbed her bag and bustled down the hallway, leaving Amy to wrestle with her oversize suitcases and the closing doors.
âNo worries,â Amy called after her. âI got this.â Linnie heard a few muffled bumps and grunts of exertion, and then a deep male voice said, âLet me help you with that.â
Amyâs voice instantly took on a fluttery, girlish lilt. âOh, thank you!â
Linnie glanced back over her shoulder to see a tall, darkhaired man hoisting up her sisterâs luggage. She didnât get a good look at his face, but she deduced that he must be handsome from all of Amyâs carrying on.
âSuch a gentleman!â
âMy pleasure,â the man replied. âMay I carry these to your room?â
âOh no, I can take it from here, but thanks again.â Amy caught up with Linnie at the door to their room and hissed, âDid you see that guy?â
âYeah.â Linnie shrugged. âSo?â
âSo heâs cute! Heâs got lots of potential.â Wink, wink, nudge, nudge.
Linnie looked down her nose with a stern schoolmarm stare. âMust I remind you that youâre married?â
Amy looked shocked for a moment, then laughed. âOh my God, youâre hopeless. Not potential for meâfor you. He was so busy checking you out, he practically ran into the wall.â
Linnie brushed back her hair. âI didnât notice.â
âOf course you didnât. I guess it must be hard to find men who live up to your standards, huh?â
Linnie swiped the key card through the door lock and waited for the tiny lights on the lock to flash green before turning the knob. âWhat standards?â
âI believe you once told me that any man with an IQ under one fifty might as well be brain-dead,â Amy said. âYou said you were holding out for Einsteinâs intellect, James Bondâs savoir faire, and Debussyâs musical sensibilities.â
Linnie thought about the handful of dates sheâd had over the last few years: nice, normal men who asked her out with great enthusiasm, only to take her dinner, bring her home early, and never call her again once they realized that the blond hair and buxom body were false advertising and that she was, in fact, more puritan than party girl.
Not that she cared. Much like small talk and tardiness, Linnie didnât do relationships.
Sheâd tried out a few one-night stands in her
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