Mr. Right Now by Monica Jackson

Author:Monica Jackson
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Kensington Books
Published: 2012-05-10T00:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER 10

Until the day breaks, and the shadows flee away ...

—Song of Songs, 2:17

Nope, I’m not joking. He told hardworking, feet-hurting, bedpan schlepping Danni that she wasn’t a real nurse. I saw her jaw tighten, but she didn’t say a word.

Then Michael decided to assess the size of my breasts, which even with Danni’s implants were larger than hers. I could see the equation working in his mind, boobs or not, boobs or not.

Then he turned his attention from my boobs and grinned in Danni’s face. I guess she won, poor thing.

They both were decent-looking. Bill was red bone, with nice teeth, good bone structure, average build, and height. In his correspondence, he assured me he was a Christian. I glanced over at the other one. He was about the same, but darker and a bit taller.

We studied our menus. Engrossed in choosing either penne pasta primavera or a Caesar salad, I was slow to notice that Bill was talking to me. “It’s important to have pride in your image,” he said.

“I guess,” I said. What did that have to do with anything I wondered.

“I think both husband and wife being working professionals are essential to affording the image that matters. Don’t you agree?” He looked at me in anticipation.

The image that matters? What was he talking about? Did I miss something? I must have missed a lot. I looked toward Danni. She gave a tiny shrug.

“I agree,” Michael said. “It is so hard for a couple to lay a solid economic foundation nowadays. It takes effort, hard work, and most of all, investment.”

“Investment?” Danni echoed, now looking as perplexed as I felt.

“Oh yes. I’m a member of the Black Republican Investment Association.”

Oh Lawd, he was like a chocolate-flavored version of her father and brother. He might as well have stood up and gone home right then as far as Danni was concerned.

“Hmmmm,” she said. “Interesting.” She had that tone in her voice. “I think couples should work hard toward self-sufficiency too,” she said.

They both perked up. What was wrong with these fools?

“Since I don’t have a real profession, my dream is to live in a homestead in rural America or Canada with no electricity or running water, grow our own food and birth and home-school at least six more children, like my pioneer forebears,” Danni said.

I doubt if Bill and Michael could have looked more aghast if they tried. I tried not to crack up. Danni wouldn’t even go camping if a hotel with room-service wasn’t involved.

“So you see, I need to get a big buck that can chop lots of wood, pick our crops and to start the child birthing right away,” Danni said, batting her eyelashes at Michael.

If Mr. Black Republican could have turned white, I think he would have. As it was he turned a nice shade of gray. Fortunately, the waiter arrived.

“Are you ready to order?” the waiter asked.

“Side salad with ranch on the side,” Danni said without looking at the menu. I agreed with the message.

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