Robyn yawned as she turned the page. The book was interesting, but her eyes and mind were too tired to comprehend. Helping her ailing mother was taking its toll. Books had become her vacation – a mental break from the reality of her world.
The damsel was in distress. No longer could she care for the manor. The storm brewing would be its end as well as hers. Sitting on the disheveled porch, she cried. Then a man stood before her. It was Tobias. He cupped her face in his hands, gazing into her eyes before pulling her close to his heart. He vowed to make everything right. She looked up at him with hope. He reassured her by passionately kissing her ruby lips.
Robyn swooned. Her attention was glued. Adrenaline pumped through her body providing a jolt of energy and excitement she didn’t know she had. She longed for a man like that.
She daydreamed about being whisked away to a happily ever after – summer picnics by the lake and quiet times snuggling by the fireplace. Her man would look like Tobias too – a tall, handsomely strapping man with a loving and determined heart. But who was she kidding. There were no dates or prospects – unless you count the old mailman who flirted with her.
Robyn revisited the book, but something was different, strange. Her exact thoughts were written in the story. She flipped pages, and more of the same. It was like reading her own mind.
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“Susan, it costs too much. It has to go back.”
“Really, Dario? For all we know our lives are on the line.” She shifted her weight to the other foot, considering a way to persuade him. “Besides, we can use the webcam when the baby comes. That way, it’s not a waste of money.”
Dario rubbed the stubble on his chin, “That could work, but I’ll have to leave now. The others will be at the office soon. I’ll need enough time to plant the webcam in the Christmas tree. Then I’ll make sure it’s capturing the right angles. This should be good.”
“I hope so,” Susan wrapped her arms around herself. “I don’t like someone prying into our lives like this.”
“Don’t worry, hun,” he stroked her cheek then bent to look her in the eye. “We’ll know soon.”
Susan hoped so.
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From: Barb Winston
To: Marketing Team
Sent: Mon, 14 Dec 2014 11:24:35
Subject: Team Holiday Party
Don’t forget about the party tomorrow. Bring your favorite dishes and Secret Santa gifts.
After reading the email, Dario leaned his head back, closed his eyes, and breathed a sigh of frustration. He had forgotten about the party. Now he had to dredge to the store on his lunch break.
Christmas was one of those holidays Dario believed was overrated – store fights and spending money to impress others, especially kids. It was a waste of money in his eyes. Then again, he thought everything was a waste of money. Around the office he’s known for being a Scrooge – financially and in holiday spirit.
Dario grabbed his coat and headed to the nearest discount store.
Have a holly, jolly Christmas;
It’s the best time of the year…
Dario rushed in the store ready to conquer. He skimmed shelved and bins looking for something, anything with a feline and a cheap price tag. He picked Caroline, the cat lover of the bunch so the feat should be simple.
The more Dario searched, the less he felt holly or jolly. The Christmas music blaring was killing him. Then he found it – a blue mug with Dr. Seuss’ Cat in the Hat. This will do.
Amused with his finding, Dario sashayed toward checkout. Then he saw the lines. His jaw dropped. He had to disagree with Burl Ives. It wasn’t the best time of the year.
Walking to his car, Dario noticed something red under his windshield. First thought was a holiday flyer. As he approached, it was
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