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public for the
    entire neighborhood to hear."
    "I'm, uh, tired. So, um, this will have to wait until tomorrow. So, um, goodnight," she said. A small clicking sound
    followed, letting him know she turned off her intercom.
    Why that little......
    Did she really think she'd get rid of him so easily? She really had a lot to learn if she thought she could dismiss him.
    He picked another buzzer at random.
    "Hello?"
    "Pizza delivery," Nick said.
    "I didn't order any pizza," the guy said.
    "Are you sure? It's all paid for."
    "Oh, wait. Um, yeah, I think my wife did," the guy said obviously lying. A few seconds later he was buzzed in.
    He walked through the paste white foyer to the stairs and took them two at a time. A few minutes later he was knocking on
    the little recluse's door. No answer. There was nothing but silence.
    "I know you're there, Miss. Harris. I can wait here all night if that's what it takes," he said in a bored tone as he leaned
    against the doorframe.
    Her answer was a small gasp. He had to laugh. Yeah, his little recluse was going to do what he said when he said it. Then
    it was smooth sailing from there on out.
    "Miss. Harris, please open up so we can talk."
    "No."
    "Miss. Harris, I can stay here all night. Why don't you save us both some time and open up now? The sooner we get this
    over with the sooner you can go to bed," he promised in a reassuring tone, but he really couldn't help but wonder how bad the
    makeover was.
    Did she look like Frankenstein or a drag queen?
    "No."
    "Miss. Harris," he said warningly. He was getting pretty aggravated now.
    "You can stay out there as long as you want. I for one am going to bed. Goodnight," she said.
    She wouldn't......
    She did!
    The light beneath the door disappeared. A minute later he heard a door shut. No doubt it was her bedroom door so she
    wouldn't have to hear him.
    "Son of a bitch!" He rapped on the door for a moment.
    Nothing.
    He waited another five minutes, feeling like an idiot. No woman ever made him wait. It was unheard of. The fact that this
    little recluse had pissed him off like nothing else.
    "This isn't over! I'll be back!" he said to absolutely no one. Scowling at the door one last time he left. This was far from
    over.
    Chapter 5
    "This is Jamie Harris," Jamie said in a hoarse voice, hoping she wasn't overdoing it.
    "Hello, Miss. Harris, how can I help you?" one of the office assistants asked cheerfully.
    "Could you please tell Rick that I'm going to be working from home today? I'm afraid I caught something yesterday."
    "Miss. Harris, could you hold please?" she said before she placed Jamie on hold.
    Jamie opened her mouth to say she couldn't hold, but didn't get the chance. She suddenly felt like a kid playing hooky from
    school. Maybe she should just hang up and shut her phone off. As long as she edited a few books today they should be happy,
    right?
    She paced her small bedroom, mentally berating herself for not just hanging up. It was easy. All she had to do was press
    the "End" button and then turn off the ringer. Then she could spend the rest of the day wrapping her mind around everything and
    make sense out of the little surprise she had yesterday.
    Of course it all could have been a fluke yesterday brought on by a very vivid imagination. It was most likely a side effect
    of an overactive imagination, the two glasses of champagne she drank at the spa and the wishful thinking of the other woman
    affecting her eyesight. Not to mention the laser eye surgery. That probably altered her sight, making her see things that really
    weren't there.
    No doubt about it. Her mind played a trick on her, a mean trick, but a trick nonetheless. She'd been with two women she
    didn't want to disappoint and she saw what she knew they wanted to see, but it wasn't true. That woman wasn't her.
    She wasn't.........
    She wasn't beautiful, wasn't cute, wasn't that woman that stared back at her at the spa through the mirror. She just wasn't.
    Jamie was the sensible,