Dear Mystery Guy (Magnolia Sisters Book 1)

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Author: Brenda Barrett
putting him off.
    Why couldn't she like him with the kind of intensity that she liked this stranger?
     
    *****
     
    "Wake up, sleepyhead!" Keisha walked into the hall and stretched. "It is near ten o'clock; don't you have classes today?"
    "Yes!" Della jumped up. She had slept as soundly as ever after writing in her journal. She yawned. It felt good to wake up rested.
    "Listen," Keisha said, heading for the kitchen, "I am spending the weekend with Scott and his family."
    "Really?" Della mouthed and started tidying up the bed.
    "Yup." Keisha grinned. "It's getting serious. I hear wedding bells. I know Scott is working up to a proposal and I am going to say yes if he asks."
    "I am happy for you." Della gave her a thumbs-up.
    Keisha grinned. "I thought that you would be the one who would be proposed to first. Mike, is certainly keen."
    Della slumped her shoulders.
    "Ah, don't give up, he likes you a lot," Keisha said, putting on the kettle. "He was looking at your fingers last time he was here. Kind of a fixated look, like he wanted to know your ring size."
    "No," Della shook her head. "I don't want to marry Mike. I like somebody else."
    "Mmm," Keisha grinned, "who is it?"
    "Not telling." Della signed, and then headed for the bathroom.
    Keisha laughed. "Okay. You can keep your Mystery Guy to yourself."
    "Exactly." Della signed.
    "Exactly what?" Keisha frowned.
    "He is a mystery guy." Della signed. "My mystery guy."
     
    *****
     
    Della reached Brick Place ten minutes before her shift was to begin. She sat in the break room listening to the girls talking. They always tried to include her, but they didn't understand sign language and sometimes they misinterpreted what she said when she mouthed to them. She preferred to sit in genial silence and listen as they chatted.
    This evening Sally and Olivia were laughing and chatting away. Sally had recently had a baby so she was giving anecdotes about her newborn.
    Della listened to them absently until Olivia said excitedly, "You owe me. I can't believe that I forgot to collect yesterday."
    "What do I owe you for?" Sally snorted. "I can't recall us betting each other on anything."
    "Yes, we did." Olivia grinned. "One hundred dollars. I said the handsome guy's eyes were really gray and not contacts. You said they were contacts because no one could have those kind of eyes in real life. Honey child you were wrong."
    Della sat up straighter, suddenly alert. They were talking about her mystery guy.
    "You asked him?" Sally folded her arms.
    "I did." Olivia grinned. "And he said they were real."
    "Okay, fair is fair." Sally went into her purse and got the money.
    What's his name? Della wanted to squeal. Did you get his name? In times like these she wished she could speak. She grabbed a pen and scribbled the question on a piece of paper and flashed it before Olivia.
    Olivia squinted down and looked at the paper. "No, I didn't ask him his name." She grinned at Della knowingly. "You like Mr. Handsome too, huh? Girl, you'll have to join the long, long line of us working in the supermarket and the long, long line of women out there in the world."
    "Not that any of us stand a chance," Sally mused. "Did you see the faint ring line on his wedding finger? He is either married or divorced. I doubt it's divorce since no woman in her right mind is going to give him up. So I say married. He probably has a job where he is required to leave it off."
    Della felt a shaft of disappointment take her by the throat.
    "Oh honey, no need to be disappointed," Sally said sympathetically. "You are young and pretty; you will find a handsome guy for yourself one day. There are plenty of fish in the sea."
    "Break's over." Ted came into the break room, glancing at his watch.
    Della got up hurriedly.
    "Well, well, it looks as if Della Gold is finally at work on time," Ted snarled.
    Della looked at him balefully. She really needed to find herself another job pronto.

Chapter Four
     
    Dear Mystery Guy,
     
    I hate my job.
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