Authors: Jerry Byrum
Perfect Match (53 page)
Her eyes glittered with speckles of gold.
He lowered his face against her cheek. His lips brushed one
cheek, then the other, and then her chin. He barely let his lips brush hers. He
whispered, close to her ear, “I love your warmth.” His mouth slowly sought
hers, as he whispered, “I want to taste and love your Hispanic heat.”
His mouth touched hers gently, searching for her response.
Her breathing came with soft moans, as her damp lips and
pink tongue sought his. Heat coursed through her like a wildfire. His hands
slowly moved along her shoulders, and back, unleashing a stream of thirsty
emotions. And when his hands moved along her sides brushing against her
breasts, she felt her nipples tingle erect under the thin fabric of her dress.
When she pulled back, and looked at him, her face was
flushed, her eyes shining, and her breathing was filled with heat, she said,
“I’m not used to being brought to breathless.” Her smile flashed, and eyes
sparkled under her long lashes.
He raked his hand along the side of his hair, shaking his
head, “How am I supposed to work 15-hour days and not be able to touch you?”
Saturday Afternoon,
mid-August
The month of July had been long, hot, and filled with days
of hard work, but profitable for Romantic Renovations. Roscoe had shortened the
work day to a compassionate ten-hours. Hourly pay increases had remained on
track, and Billy and Jerome had put their heads together with the rest of the
crew, implementing efficiencies that would maintain quality, but keep the
profit margin healthy.
It worked. Three more out-of-work people were added to the
crew, including another panel truck, and other equipment. Each time there was a
personnel addition, another full page ad appeared in the newspaper, with
photographs, names, and the CEO title. Regardless of job specialty or skills,
every employee was trained to be a friendly customer excellence officer. No
exceptions.
Of the five customer complaints registered, they turned out
to be product defects. Roscoe pursued a resolution, unbending. Faulty products
were returned, money refunded by the supplier or manufacturer. The customer was
made happy with the final resolution. Word spread that Romantic Renovations was
a quality company on the rise.
Madison had achieved a plateau of stability in running
Fallington Enterprises. She’d made inroads in finding new sources of quality
products, resulting in fewer imports from foreign countries operating below
standards. She’d analyzed consumer trends, tapping into those markets. In her
speaking opportunities she nurtured the shift from mass produced junk to
quality crafted items that would support entrepreneurs venturing from
unemployment into the workforce.
She was glad to spend most of her time in Asheville. She’d
had to make one three-day trip to California for training with Rodney and the
new office manager.
Hollis Redgrave, the ex-L.A. manager, was now serving time
in prison. He’d been convicted of operating a drug ring. No wonder business
performance had slipped in that region.
Madison and Selena spent time with Roscoe every weekend.
They picked him up for church on Sunday’s, having lunch at their apartment, or
catching a meal around town. During the week Madison often shared bag lunches
with him, and spent time with him in the evenings, and especially Saturday
afternoons, and nights.
They took their time getting to know each other, talking
about their past lives, the business world, and their dreams of the future.
Madison cherished the thoughtful way in which Roscoe listened to her. She felt
warm appreciation from him. She loved his gentle manner when he reached for her
hand, put his arm around her when watching a movie, and how he took his time
when he embraced her.
When alone their touches became more intimate. Their
embraces stirred passions and their kisses aroused deep emotions that ached for
release, but there was a quiet mutual restraint.
Selena had regained her health, following the doctor’s
orders to the letter. She’d been accepted into UNC-Asheville, looking forward
to a degree in literature and language. With her grades in high school, she’d
been awarded almost a full scholarship, and attending UNC-Asheville would keep
her close to Dr. Hertford, at least the first year.
Trevor Drake was a different story. Since he’d stirred the
politics of Cobalt Medical Center like a centrifuge in a wild orbit, an
anonymous person had made a donation to the hospital to be used as a full
scholarship for Trevor to any public college in North Carolina.
Trevor opted for UNC-Asheville. He wanted to be near Selena.
The hospital was happy because they wanted to retain him on staff. They gave
him a rare promotion of BMET Consultant. His consulting schedule was at his
discretion, to accommodate his college schedule. The hospital retainer allowed
him to add to his savings, update his phones, computer, and his car. He could
now pick up Selena with little worry of a flat tire or car breakdown.
When Cobalt’s governing body learned how the hospital
administrator had jeopardized professional practices, and patients’ health with
his severe budget approach, he was fired. A more open and responsive facility
resulted, and a search was launched for a new leader.
Roscoe had completed his roof top garden. It had been
finished out with a combination of outdoor tile, and tiered wooden decks. Three
round wooden tables with chairs, covered with rainbow-colored umbrellas were in
place. Planters ringed the chest-high walls with colorful local plants and
flowers. Large wooden planters held mall-size trees.
The tiki-cabana idea had been expanded to include a
sheltered room with windows for use during inclement weather. It was equipped
with a table and chairs. A small efficiency kitchen, including refrigerator,
eliminated endless trips up and down steps leading to his loft.
Madison and Selena had prepared Mexican Chicken for the
evening meal, as Roscoe hovered around them checking on the ice, drinks, and
lighting the garden torches and candle lanterns on the table in the middle of
the garden.
Days were getting shorter as summer wore on. The sun was
winking through scattered clouds, as it was settling behind the mountains.
Stars were peeping through the balmy air, but a firepot sat waiting if needed,
as the evening mountain air cooled.
Their meal was filled with their usual laughter and banter.
Roscoe loved the festive Mexican music Madison and Selena had selected, playing
on the music system. After dessert, Roscoe poured a little more wine for the
three. “Delicious meal. What a night!”
“Wonderful.” Madison smiled.
Roscoe looked around and up at the sky, then back at them.
“I know it might be a little early to present you with something serious, but I
need to do this. There are two things I want to get out in the open.”
“What?” Madison’s face clouded.
Selena’s turned serious.
Roscoe pulled a small wrapped box from his pocket and placed
it before Madison.
“May I open it?”
He nodded.
Selena’s eyes were fixed on her mom.
Madison took the white paper off, gently removing the lid.
Her eyes sparkled at the simple platinum band with two small diamonds
side-by-side, reflecting the dancing candle flame.
“It’s beautiful.”
“You know my financial situation,” he chuckled, “so this is
temporary until I can do better but—”
“This is all I need.”
“Well, as I said, this might be a bit early, because I know
we’re still getting to know each other, but I want our lives to be engaged in a
more committed way.”
Madison smiled at him. “Let me be sure I understand. If I
wear this ring this means we’ll be engaged to get married?” Her head gave her
signature tilt.
“Yes.”
“I see. You’re still curious to discover Hispanic heat?
He chuckled. “Yes, and the best way for me to experience
that is if you’re my beautiful wife, and I’m your husband.
She held her hand out, smiling. “Will you slip the ring on
my finger?”
“But I haven’t asked for your answer yet? There’s something
else, another part.”
Selena had been smiling at her mom, but had seemed a little
awkward.
Roscoe pulled another box from his pocket, handing it to
Selena.
“You’re kidding me?” She giggled, as she opened the box, her
eyes gleaming at a similar band, smaller with her birthstone. “I love it,
but—?”
“This is the other part. The two of you are a package. You
have to give the same answer.” He looked at Madison. “You’re the woman I want
to be my wife, the woman I want to spend my days and nights with.” He turned to
Selena. “And you’re the young woman I want to accept as my daughter. I can’t
imagine either one of you not being a part of my life.” He blinked his eyes
several times.
Madison said, “Are you sure you can handle two Hispanic
women?”
He laughed. “I’m hoping Trevor will take one of them off my
hands one of these days.”
Selena looked at her mom. “Mom, you know there’s only one
answer we can give.” They were smiling. “On the count of three. One…two…three.”
They both yelled, “Yes!”
Roscoe slipped the rings on their fingers, and then stood,
hugging both.
When they’d returned to their seats, laughing and chatting,
with Madison and Selena engaged with the fiery reflections from their rings,
Roscoe’s phone vibrated in his pocket. He pulled it out, recognizing the phone
number. He thought, what a time for this call. “Important. I need to take
this.”
Madison and Selena continued in whispers, smiling, and
admiring their rings.
“This is Roscoe speaking.” He paused, listening. “This is a
great time to call.” More listening. “Thank you for taking the time. Really
special of you.” Listening again. “She’s here now, and I’m sure she’d like to
speak with you.” Roscoe continued listening.
Madison and Selena had stopped whispering, shaking their
heads that they didn’t want to get on the phone. Selena mouthed “Trevor only.”
Roscoe said, “It might simplify the conversation if I turn
on the speaker phone. Okay, good.” He clicked the speaker phone button. As he
handed the phone to Selena, he said, “This phone call is for you.”
Selena unnerved, said, “Hello?”
“Selena, I’m pleased to meet you by phone. My name is Grace
Foster, and I am the owner of the Grace Foster Literary Agency in Charlotte.
I’ve read the first five chapters of your manuscript, and I’m impressed with
your writing, and the content of your story. You did an outstanding job with
the development of your characters, your writing shows promise. I caught a few
things we could work on, but if you’re interested I’d like to read the rest of
your novel.”
Selena’s eyes were open wider than her mouth, as she walked
in a circle staring at the phone, fanning her face with her other hand.
“My former English student, Roscoe Fallington, put me onto
your interest in writing.” She chuckled. “He’ll have to tell you what a fine
student he was.”
Madison grinned at him.
Selena getting control, said, “What…what would you like for
me to do next?”
Grace Foster confirmed Selena’s email address. “I’ll email
instructions on how to send me your finished manuscript. Once I get it, I’ll
contact you in a few days to set up a meeting in my office. Would that be
possible?”
“Yes, ma’am. Thank you so much. I guess you can tell I’m so
excited I can hardly talk.”
“I wish more writers had your kind of excitement. I’ll send
you an email in the next half hour. By the way, have you decided on a title for
your novel?”
“Yes, I have.” Selena smiled at her mom and Roscoe holding
hands in the candle light. “I’d like to call it
Perfect Match
.”
The End
Thank you for reading
Perfect Match
and I hope
you enjoyed it as much as I enjoyed writing it for you. I spent many days
developing the characters Madison, Selena, and Roscoe. At times they were quite
a handful, but I hope you concluded, as I did, that they were a
Perfect
Match
!
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