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had
another year of college to go before they had to figure out how to finance more
school.
    Janie’s forehead wrinkled as she thought about the cost of
more schooling. With scholarships and their college savings, the boys would
make it through college with only a small amount in student loans. Janie had
offered to pay those loans with money from Robert’s life insurance, but the
boys had both been adamant that they were more than capable of taking care of
their loans themselves. She was so proud of them both. They were her biggest and
best achievement. There would be enough money to pay for a graduate degree and
maybe med school if she went back to work.
    She tilted her face up towards the sun and closed her eyes
and sighed. Work! A job! She didn’t want her trip to be interrupted with that
unwelcome thought. She hadn’t worked since Robert had been diagnosed. She had
quit her job at the hospital three days after that dreadful day. At times she had
missed the day-to-day routine. She had been an executive assistant to the Dean
of Medicine, often a demanding job, but also enjoyable. Dr. Rodriguez had been
wonderful to her and her family, and she knew if she wanted to go back he would
make sure it happened. But she didn’t want to think about that now. Now was time
to sit in the sun on a wrought iron bench in the middle of Central Park
drinking an overpriced Coca Cola.
    *****
    Matt sat at his large glass desk staring at a spreadsheet on
his laptop. It was the same spreadsheet he had been trying to work on yesterday
on the flight back from Portland. But he had been distracted and couldn’t
concentrate; reading words and numbers over and over again, forgetting them
immediately. At first he attributed his lack of focus to being tired, although
he rarely slept more than five hours a night, so that really was just a lame
excuse. It was that woman next to him; all hair and big blue innocent eyes.
Yes, Janie was the distraction. He was horrified at the memory of dumping his
ice water all over her, but seeing her wet, breathing heavily, looking like a
frightened animal had given him an immediate erection, and the sight of her
breasts clinging to her t-shirt flashed before him every time he closed his
eyes. 
    Matt chuckled as he recalled her expression when he sat down
next to her on the plane. That had been a complete coincidence, one he was
greatly pleased about. She really was adorable, so self conscious and
guileless, nothing like the women who were constantly throwing themselves in
front of him, like the hostess at the restaurant last night, shoving her tits
in his face like that really pissed him off. He didn’t even have to work for
it; women just handed themselves to him on a silver platter. There just wasn’t
any sport in it anymore.
    Janie Anderson was not like the women he had dated, or
married, before. She didn’t appear hardened or cynical or a gold-digging social
climber, like many of the female population he’d had experience with, and there
were a lot of women in that group. Matt knew he was nice to look at, he was
very aware of how women reacted to him. It was something he had dealt with
since his teenage years. So at the age of 40, he was well-versed in the female
persuasion. But Janie was like a breath of fresh air, not throwing herself at
him, and Matt grinned at the memory of her total embarrassment trying to
untwist her sweater to cover herself. He had wanted to reach over and touch the
exposed skin with his tongue but had the fortitude to refrain. She had looked
so peaceful sleeping in her seat, childlike even. He had guessed they were
around the same age and had felt a wave of relief when she’d said she wasn’t
married. Offering a ride had been a desperate attempt to give him more time to
talk to her, to watch her chew on her cheek, a telltale nervous habit. There
was just something about her that intrigued him, which made him want to see
more of her.
    Matt returned to the spreadsheet, trying to find