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long haul.” I glanced at my watch again. “I've got exactly eight minutes to get to the club.” I stood up, grabbed my jacket , and moved to the door. “Will you turn off the lights and be sure the door is locked when you leave?”
    “Of course, but Susan,” he paused to be sure I was listening, “Mick's not wearing rose-colored glasses. You're the real deal and he knows it. Maybe he doesn't want to mess things up either.”
    I knew Darby cared, and I smiled at him . I dashed out the door.
     

Chapter Four
     
    By Thursday, I was miserable.
    The enrollment drive in the weight loss center was still going strong , and our center was leading our division in most new members, but I received word from Corporate that Mrs. Colter had called them with a complaint. Betsy Ann Tucker, the Human Resources Director from the corporate offices in Las Vegas, was coming in today to talk with me, an d I had a sick feeling in the pit of my stomach.
    To make matters worse, Mick and I had dinner together last night, and for the first time, there were some awkward silences between us. The evening was nice, dinner was good, and we enjoyed our co nversation, but there were too many unspoken words. When we arrived back at my apartment, he walked up the three flights of stairs with me, but declined to come in as he had work to do before leaving for Celina in the morning. The look in his eyes was soft, almost sad. He wrapped his arms around me, pulled me close to him, and kissed me hard taking my breath away and nearly causing my knees to buckle. It was almost as though he was never going to see me again.
    It w asn’t even three weeks ago I thought my life was picture perfect. Today my life was confusing at the least. I had no idea what was going on with Mick, I was going to be disciplined in my job, and I was cranky from lack of exercise. With the center being so busy this week, I hadn't had time to squeeze in any racquetball matches between jobs. Samantha and Larry were lying low at their house this week anyway. There were so many rumors flying aro und town about their party, she prefer red to stay home rather than deal with the gossip. She was supposed to call me on Saturday to let me know if she wanted to play a few games in the afternoon.
    I walked through the center trying to shake my blahs. Angela was doing a weigh-in, and Grace was in a consultation. I pee k ed into the waiting room to be sure no one had been missed. The door opened, and one of my earlier presentations walked through the door way . A lovely, mid-30's woman, who really had very little weight to lose, had been in on Tuesday and was now back in the center. I walked over to greet her.
    “Sally Hagar, right?” I asked as I shook her hand and smiled. “It's nice to see you again. Come on in. We can talk in my office.”
    We walked through the center , into my office , and I motioned for her to have a seat in front of my desk. I sat down in the chair beside her. “I'm glad you came back in,” I told her. “Have you made a decision to enroll, or do you have more questions about the program?” She seemed nice, and I had enjoyed talking with her on Tuesday.
    “I just have two questions,” she said smiling sweetly at me. “What about caffeine? Can I still have my pick-me-up in the morning?”
    “Every person is different, so you may have to decide for yourself,” I told her. “But caffeine is known to stimulate your appetite for sweets and fatty foods, and in many people, caffeine can be the one roadblock to losing weight effectively.” I could tell she was listening intently to what I was saying. “ We've had several members who have had trouble losing weight until they eliminated caffeine from their diet, and then their weight started coming off steadily.”
    “Ok,” she said nodding her head. She seemed to accept th e response. “And my only other question is Can you go to Las Vegas in January ?” She asked the question in an excited tone.
    “What?” I