Chapter 3
She was finished all one hundred and fifty of the sales packages, now stuffed with pamphlets and other paraphernalia, dumped on her tonight by Keith. As she glanced up at the clock, tired and hungry, her feet aching from standing for hours, she was ready to go home to an empty apartment, zap a Lean Cuisine in the microwave, and maybe finish off the tub of mountain blueberry ice cream in the freezer.
After seeing Walker, a man who had invaded her dreams every night, having her waking tired and unsatisfied and completely unfulfilled, he was now back in her head, her first and last thought and every other thought in between—exactly where she didn’t want him.
She reached for her coat from the back office, which was thankfully now empty, and pulled her red purse from the drawer whe
