Chapter FiveDateline, done.
Larry loved the piece. For the first time, it passed beneath his evil editor’s pen without a single tick-mark or correction. Her next assignment started tomorrow, learning about building boat sails. There were several premier sail lofts in Seattle and she had a very nice contract to write a multi-page marketing-promo article about them for one of the glossy magazines.
But she didn’t care about any of that.
She cared about the simple text message, “J&M, 8pm. R”
It would be good to just sit with Ruth Ann, drink a Mai Tai or a Mango Daiquiri, and catch up. She’d been back two weeks. Back? As if time was now measured in distance from Montana.
Out of habit and the lingering Seattle summer heat—rather than thinking about attracting men—she wore a clingy tube-top,
