Bedtime Bear
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Nancy had just crawled into bed, Ravished, Amanda Quick’s long awaited latest in her hands, when there was a tap, tap, tap at her door.
Oh, who could that be? She dragged herself out from under her comfy covers. Likely one of her dorm sisters wanting a real world date recap. Sigh. Imaginary relationships would have to wait.
She was so sure, she didn’t bother to check the peephole, swinging the door wide open.
And looked into Ted’s harried face.
His irritated expression morphed into amusement as his eyes swept over her. Nancy glanced down at the Care Bears frolicking around her so-not-boy-friendly pajamas.
“What are you doing here?” Her embarrassment made her tone snappish.
“I’m partial to the moon Care Bear, myself.”
“Bedtime Bear.” Bed. That was where she should be. “You should think about adopting Good Luck Bear.”
His smile faded, worry grooves reappearing between his eyes. “You’re right. Can I come in?”
Nancy stepped aside, trying to act like she wasn’t in ridiculous pajamas with her hair sticking up. “How’d you get past the door?”
“A ghostlike blonde let me in.”
Karen. One of their resident smokers. Nancy would get teased about this late night visit tomorrow. “I thought you were fixing Fawn’s tv.” Amidst other things.
Ted pushed a pile of papers to the side and sat down on a corner of her desk. “Its about Fawn. I need some help.”
Some help? Like some advice? Nancy’s eyes widened. Was he? No. He couldn’t be thinking of asking her relationship advice.
Continue reading March 12th.
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Read more about an older Nancy, Anne’s business partner, in Breach Of Trust, available May 2008
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