A Slight Change of Plan by Dee Ernst

Author:Dee Ernst [Ernst, Dee]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Romance, Contemporary
ISBN: 9781477848227
Google: 0t7JnQEACAAJ
Amazon: 1477848223
Barnesnoble: 1477848223
Goodreads: 18100383
Publisher: Amazon Pub
Published: 2012-12-31T18:30:00+00:00

CHAPTER EIGHT

I had called Dane St. Germaine and told him I’d be happy to volunteer at his center and give whatever tax advice I could to his homeless clientele. That was Monday afternoon. I called Tom up that evening, and asked if he wanted to come over for some pizza and TV, but he said no, thanks. Tuesday morning Dane called me back and asked when I could start. I laughingly said tomorrow, and he said great, he’d line up some appointments, gave me an address, and left me staring at the phone.

Regan was afraid she would be caught in traffic, get lost, or have to battle the zombie apocalypse, so we left my driveway three hours before Edward’s plane was due to land. Since we ran into just a little traffic and no crazed undead, we spent two hours wandering around the airport, where we had an incredibly overpriced and tasteless lunch. I would have called it a touching bonding experience, but she spent most of the time on her cell phone, while I read Vogue magazine, something I hadn’t done in years, not since I realized I would never again be twenty-two, or spend twelve hundred dollars on a single pair of shoes. But it was the fattest magazine on the rack, so I grabbed it.

We were waiting by the luggage carousel. I was watching suitcases go by, playing “Name That Designer” in my head, when she jumped up and ran. I looked over at Edward Pendergast, and a very strange thing happened when I saw him.

I smiled.

It’s not like he was really good-looking. His face was narrow, and his nose a bit long and pointy. His hair was fair and thinning on top. His smile was wide, and his front teeth were a bit crooked. As he hugged Regan, I realized he was not that much taller than her, which would make him exactly my height.

So why was I smiling?

I stood up and got introduced. His hand was warm, his shake was firm, and he had the kind of accent Cary Grant impersonators would kill for. We stood and chatted about his flight, the weather in London, the weather in New Jersey, and if he could rent a car at his hotel, where it would be infinitely cheaper than renting it in New York.

By the time we had collected his luggage (totally non-designer) and paid the exorbitant parking fee (two hours of which was totally wasted time), I had agreed to have dinner at Edward’s hotel with him, Regan, and Phil. Regan was driving Edward to the Hertz rental place in Morristown. And, since I was going to be in the car with them anyway, I said I’d just hang out with him until Regan returned with Phil. That way, Edward and I could sit at the bar, have a glass of wine, and get acquainted, since we were practically related. Afterward, he said, he’d be happy to take me home.

So, that’s what we did, and gosh, what a great guy.

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