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After drawing a few deep breaths he dialed Oliviaās number. Just as it started to click into voicemail she answered. āHello, Olivia here.ā
āUmm, this is Clive Warren. I had said Iād callārememberāwhen I put you in the taxi?ā
He had identified himself and now waited to pick up on her attitude about hearing him on the other end of the line. Much to his surprise, she sounded delighted to hear his voiceāor maybe he needed to think that. Yet he went blindly forward and proposed that they see each other againāthe next evening. Olivia accepted, but told him she couldnāt make it a late night because she was planning a short trip, her boss having surprised her by agreeing to the short absence. Gareth heaved a sigh of relief when she accepted his invitation and asked if there was something special she might like to do. Olivia told him that she knew of a club not too far from her flat that was featuring a small jazz group from the U.S., and since her parents were always ātalking it up,ā she thought it might be fun to see what all the fuss was about. He easily agreed and said they could eat firstāmaybe walk from her flat to a cafĆ© close by, then go on to the club.
āThat sounds like a practical plan,ā Olivia said. āIāll do my best to be home by five-thirty, but Iāll need to spruce up a bit, so why donāt you call for me at about seven oāclock. We can grab a bite and then catch the first set. I have to be home by eleven oāclock, latest.ā
āIām anxious to see you again, Olivia. I stopped by your office just after noon todayāI guess you were at lunch. Mr. Saunders was just on his way out. I told him that Iād be very satisfied to work with another associate. He asked whyāhad you been unsatisfactory in some wayā and I told him the truth. I said that it was more important to me to see you socially than to have you decorate my office. He seemed to understandāgave me a sly smile, actually.ā
āYou donāt let any grass grow under your feet, do you, Mr. Warren?ā
Her tone was light. She sounded as if what he had done pleased her, which pleased him as well. Yet part of what he felt was relief that she would see him again. He asked for the address of her flat, which in spite of her original hesitation, she now gave willingly. He told her that tomorrow seemed too far away, and she laughed it off, thinking he was now showing her his āline.ā What she didnāt realize was that as soon as the words left his mouth, he realized he meant them. He liked her, and that scared him.
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After ending her call with the suitor she knew as Clive, Olivia placed her mobile back on the coffee table. She picked up her shoes from the floor and went into the bedroom to change. In a few minutes she came out wearing leggings and a sweatshirt. She walked into the kitchen and began to gather ingredients for a light meal. Her frig was devoid of choices other than three kinds of cheese, a few bottles of white wine, a bag of greens and a questionable looking yellow pepper. She curled up on the couch, a glass of wine to her left, the meager salad in her lap, and switched the television to the BBC evening news. Before she had eaten a second bite, her mobile rang. She put down the bowl and reached out for the phone in front of her. Valerie was on the line, calling to find out if Olivia had managed to get time off work.
āSo, what did he say?ā she asked abruptly,
āNo one is more surprised than I am. He said yesābut for a maximum of ten days. He warned me not to call him and try begging for more.ā
āThatās wonderful news,ā Valerie said, sounding relieved. āTomorrow morning Iāll get something bookedāthe soonest possible flight. Iād go online, but it would take too much time to sift through all the travel websites. I know the airfare will cost moreābooking at the last minute. Iāll go to that travel agent down the street from my shop and have him find the best fare. He can do the actual tickets and find us a hotel.ā
āYou seem to have taken it all well in hand. I wouldnāt know where to start, planning at the last minute like this.ā
āThe agent will actually do the hard partābut still not as hard as the paying part!ā
āIāll stop at my bank tomorrow on the way to work and get my meager donation to the trip. Also, donāt forget to tell whoever books the hotel that we only want two or three starsāthree being preferableāif
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