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“I’m not sure.”
“You should ask him. Really get to know him before you invite him to stay.”
His words caught her by surprise. “Excuse me?”
“I’m not stupid or senile.” He smiled.
“Oh, my God.” She smiled. “How did you…”
“We share a floor and my bedroom is close to the elevator. I know when someone leaves and when they arrive.”
“I’m so embarrassed.”
“Don’t be. You’re a beautiful young woman, but you should be careful.”
“You make it sound like I’m…”
“I would never use the word you’re thinking.” He patted her hand. “I’m saying the few times that has happened, those young men weren’t worthy of your affections.”
“You’ll be glad to know, the doctor and I haven’t…he hasn’t stayed over.”
“You should keep it that way.”
“I was thinking the same thing.”
He patted her hand. “That’s my girl.”
“What about you and Mrs. Jessup on the twentieth floor?”
He smiled. “She keeps bringing me apple spice bread.”
“You hate apples.”
“But I like her legs.” He winked.
“Shame on you, Mr. Wilson.” They laughed.
Chapter 11
Olivia spent the rest of the afternoon thinking about her conversation with Mr. Wilson. He was right. It was time for her to learn to trust. Otherwise, she was never going to have what her friend, DeeDee Matthews, had. Olivia envied DeeDee’s marriage. It seemed her friend was leading the perfect life.
DeeDee and Mike had been together since their senior year of college. It appeared that Mike genuinely adored DeeDee. That’s what she wanted…someone who adored her. Someone she didn’t have to lead around. A strong man that would love her for her, and not for what he thought she could do for him.
She went into the kitchen, turned on the kettle, pulled a cup and saucer out of the cabinet and placed them on the counter. A cup of tea, that’s what she needed. This conversation with herself required clarity. A glass of wine right now might cloud her thinking. She pulled the notepad across the counter along with a pen, and made a list of pros and cons about her relationship with Eric.
He was strong, gentle and compassionate. But, he also had a slight temper. She could see that from his reaction the other night. Maybe that wasn't anger, but frustration and agitation at her behavior. The kettle stopped and she filled her cup with water, allowing the Elderberry tea to steep. She reached into the glass jar on the counter, took out two chocolate macaroons, and placed them on a small glass saucer. She looked at the progress of her tea and then went back to her list.
She reviewed her list, and saw there were still a lot of things missing. She started writing, would he be a good provider?…what’s the status of his practice?…is he seeing anyone else?…what about his family?. She removed the tea
strainer and sipped her tea. As she placed the cup back onto the saucer, the intercom buzzed. She looked at her watch and then headed to the intercom. She wasn’t expecting company or a delivery. Then a smile appeared on her face. Maybe it was another floral delivery from Eric.
She picked up the phone and answered, trying to contain her excitement. “Hello.”
“Good afternoon, Miss Bennett.”
“Good afternoon, Clyde.”
“Dr. King is here. Shall I send him up?”
