From Bad To Worse
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“You told her I was irrational?” Brown eyes accused him.
“And being in my bed is rational?” Ted growled at his so called friend. What had Fawn been thinking? Her actions were right out of the Twilight Zone. They had never shared a bed before, not since they were innocent kids.
Fawn’s features softened. “Oh, Ted.” She walked towards him, bare legs showing, her face a weird sort of pleading. Creepy.
Nancy struggled in his arms. He held on. “No, oh, Ted, nothing. You stay where you are.” Fawn thankfully stopped.
As Fawn wasn’t making any sense, Ted decided to concentrate on calming Nancy down. “Nance, think. Would I ask you over here if I was messing around with Fawn?”
“I. Don’t. Know.”
“Of course you know.” He gave her what he felt was his most charming grin. “You’re my girl. My one and only. She doesn’t mean anything to me, you know that.”
“I don’t mean anything to you? Who are you trying to fool?” Fawn tipped her head back to laugh, hands on hips, shortening that t-shirt even more.
The stress of the fire had made her insane. That was the only explanation. “Fawn,” Ted gritted out, about to lose his temper, but good, “leave us.”
“And where am I supposed to go? It is pitch black outside and I’m in a tee.”
“Oh, I don’t know.” Sarcasm. “What about the living room? That’s where you were supposed to be in the first place.”
“Fine.” She flounced towards the door. “But Ted, you can tell Nancy that’s where I was supposed,” finger quotes around supposed, “to be, all you want. But you and I both know that wasn’t what you planned when you asked me over here tonight.” And she was gone, door slamming behind her.
Leaving Ted with a big, big mess.
Continue reading April 23rd
Read more about an older Nancy, Anne’s business partner, in Breach Of Trust, available May 2008
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