Avoidance Is The Best Strategy

Posted on January 9th, 2008 in Nancy Meets Ted by kimber

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What had he done? Stupid. Stupid. Stupid.

Everyone was going swimmingly. He had been playing it cool, impressing Nancy. It had been working. She was starting to like him, maybe even more.

Then he went and jumped the gun. Told her that he loved her. Who declared love after only a month or so of dating? No one. Only desperate pathetic fools. And no girl, especially not a hottie like Nancy, liked pathetic fools.

Ted knew this. He knew it as clear as Nancy’s attitude the past half hour.

She was quiet. His talkative girl was never quiet.

Yep. Ted yanked at his collar. He knew what came next.

She was gathering up her nerve, knowing what she had to do. Cut his a$$ loose. When he walked her home, she’d tell him. Tell him that she didn’t want him hanging around anymore.

“…Ted?”

“What?” He snapped to attention.

“My tv’s on the fritz. I was wondering if you could have a look at it tonight.” Fawn blinked her big brown eyes at him.

Her tv? What did he know about tv’s?

But then, he looked over at Nancy’s bowed head, if he went with Fawn, he could avoid that talk with Nancy. Maybe she’d forget what he said, give him another chance.

“Sure,” he heard himself saying.

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Read more about a much older Nancy, Anne’s business partner, in Breach Of Trust, available May 2008

Were They Empty Words?

Posted on January 2nd, 2008 in Nancy Meets Ted by kimber

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What? What was that? Had Ted just said he loved her? Here? In front of everyone?

She met his eyes. They were dark, serious for once, which meant… he had. He loved her.

Blood rushed to Nancy’s brain, like she had been dangling upside down on monkey bars for too long. Her heart thudded trying to escape the confines of her chest. Her cheeks flushed. Her foot was stepped on. Hard.

Stanley. Whispering across the table.

“Don’t leave hunky hunk hanging. Say something, Fancy Nancy.”

But what? What could she say? Her mind was busy trying to comprehend…

Which left an opening for Fawn. “Oh, Ted.” The blonde laughed, a false, tinny sound. “You and love. Remember when you first told me you loved me?”

First… loved… Fawn… The magic in the moment evaporated with those words.

And Ted’s so-called “friend” wasn’t done. “We were twelve and for about a month, Ted told me he had been gathering up the nerve.” Fawn told her silent audience. “A month. It hasn’t been that long for you and Nancy, has it?” It hadn’t but she didn’t wait for an answer. “Guess,” a shrug of her slender shoulders, “ it must come easier to you now.” She patted Ted’s arm.

Nancy worried her bottom lip with her teeth. Did the word not mean as much to Ted? She studied his handsome face, hoping for some reassurance.

Ted opened and closed his mouth a couple times, tugging at his collar, but nothing. Silence.

“Loving Nancy would come easier to anyone.” It was left to Anne, her loyal friend, to pipe up in her defense. “Right, Ted?”

“Right.” A bob of his head.

Not that it made Nancy feel any better. What else could he say?

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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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