Mail Order Bride by Rachel Windsor

Author:Rachel Windsor [Windsor, Rachel]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781500836597
Amazon: B00LKNZKAG
Goodreads: 22735547
Publisher: CreateSpace Publishing
Published: 2014-07-04T22:00:00+00:00

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Back home, I sat on my couch and strummed my guitar. Although I could play a decent set of chords, I knew that I was no great shakes. Svetlana entered and listened for a moment, scowling.

“What is this?” she asked.

I looked up, hopeful. Maybe this would be the barrier-breaking commonality we needed. Music! Of course, it was so simple. After all, didn’t they say that music is the universal language? “Do you like it? I’ve sort of been teaching myself to play.”

Svetlana shook her head. “It is terrible. My ears are hurting.”

I had to laugh. So much for that. “I’m still working on it. It’s fun and Ann always says every lesbo has to at least try to play the guitar.” I laughed at our private joke and looked at Svetlana for a reaction. No thaw.

“My ears are hurting,” she repeated, relentless.

My laugh died in my throat and I removed the guitar from around my neck. “Okay.” My cell rang and I saw Annie was calling. I picked up and launched into speech. “Hi, Annie. I was just telling Svetlana how you always say—”

“Tell me later,” Ann interrupted. “The worst thing has happened.”

My smile froze and I leaned forward, as if to hear better. “Oh God, what is it?”

“I’ve been set up.”

My eyes bugged. “What? What do you mean? Like a conspiracy?”

“No, you weirdo. Set up on a date.”

I leaned back and rolled my eyes. “That’s it? That’s the worst thing?”

“No, listen. My friend at work has been hounding me to meet this girl, Holli.”

Now it was my turn to interrupt. “Holli?” I asked, with disdain.

“She’s an orthopedic surgeon,” Ann continued.

“Named Holli?” I countered.

“Will you just listen?” Ann asked, growing frustrated.

“Okay, fine. Sorry. Okay, you’re meeting this woman, Holli.”

“We’re meeting at the pick-up basketball game at the community center.”

I laughed. “Oh God. You’re going to play basketball?”

“I know! This is dreadful. I don’t want this woman’s first impression of me to be hacking around the court looking like a chubby fool,” Ann wailed.

I shook my head as we fell into our easy roles of comforting one another. “Calm down. It’s going to be fine. She’ll think you’re great.’

“Please say you’ll come with me?” Ann begged.

“No way! You know I’m not athletic.”

“You don’t have to play. Just come and warm up with me so I don’t feel so idiotic. Please?” she cajoled.

I sighed. I was always an easy touch, especially when it came to Ann. “Fine. When?”

“Tonight. Seven o’clock.”

I looked at my watch. It was already 5:30. “Annie… tonight? I am so beat from work, I just got home and—”

That’s as far as she let me go. “You promised. See you at seven. Love you!”

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