Impressing Nancy
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“Stanley said?” Ted prompted, sensing a story.
“Nothing.” Nancy’s lips were a thin pink line. If he sucked on them, would they plump out again? “He said nothing.”
Patrick opened his mouth as if to say something and then winced.
“Patrick?” Here was the weak link. He’d spill the beans. Ted was certain of that.
“I don’t know anything, nothing, ohhh…” The big man shot Nancy a frightened glance and deliberately turned away from them. “Fawn, did you see the game last night?”
Leaving entertaining Nancy to Ted. Exactly as he planned. Ted grinned.
“You and Fawn…” What was… It was quick, Ted wasn’t sure, but he thought Nancy rolled her pretty blue eyes. Why would she… “have known each other for a long time, haven’t you?”
“Forever. Since primary school.” But he didn’t want to talk about his friend. “I’m glad you came today, Nance.” Bringing the conversation back to him, reminding her of his exploits on the tables. That’d impress her.
“Yes, well…”
“It meant a lot to me.” Ted covered her hand with his. It was so small, so soft. “That you cheered me on. You did cheer for me, didn’t you?” She’d tell him how great he’d been. He had been great. Top five.
“I’m not like Fawn.”
“That’s for sure.” Fawn again. How could he think of the overly dependent Fawn with this fireball in front of him?
A fireball heating up. Why was Nancy glaring at him again? And why did it make his skin hum, his palms sweat? His palms sweat… Ted snatched his hand away before Nancy noticed and rubbed the moisture off on his shorts.
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Read more about a much older Nancy, Anne’s business partner, in Breach Of Trust, available May 2008.
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