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part of him or his interest. Purposely she didn’t make eye contact by putting on a pair of sunglasses, before she stood out the car. He handed her the bag she had forgotten, which she quickly took giving him a quiet thanks.
    “You left your groceries at the table,” he explained wishing he could see her eyes through those dark glasses wondering what she was thinking and feeling. He was trying to make conversation just to assess her strange behavior. “I assured the waitress I would make sure you got them.”
    “Thank you,” she said again hurriedly putting the bag in the cars back seat. She was screaming for her mind to stay calm and the only way to do this was not to make eye contact, but his proximity unnerved her and damn if he didn’t smell good. Lord, the man smelled delicious.
    Though he’d gotten a message to meet his contact soon, this young lady somehow held his interest. If she would probably just make eye contact from behind those dark shades then... maybe he wouldn’t be so interested. “My name’s Thaddeus.” He held out his hand to shake.
    She pretended not to see the outstretched hand and began to get back in the car. “H-Have a nice day, sir.” She closed the door, cranked the car and drove away as quickly as her old black Escort would allow her to go.
    He sighed chalking this up as just one of those episodes in his life that just couldn’t be explained. She seemed interested in him from the way the waitress told him that the woman was staring at the back of his head, but didn’t want to go ahead with what she felt. Or he was feeling for the first time in his life rejection from a woman?
    Either way he was not going to let the mysterious young woman bother him. He was on his way to meet Pooh, the contact, at the apartment downtown.
    As he was about to step towards his car, but a yellow business card on the ground caught his attention. Patterson Transcription Service — for all your transcribing needs. ‘The Skye’s the limit!’ It was rather odd, but the card looked freshly dropped and he was positive the owner was the young woman.
    Tucking the card directly in his wallet he decided to investigate her further on a later date if he remembered. The whole ordeal with her had been a rather humbling experience or maybe he was just losing his touch.
    Chuckling to himself as if that was the silliest thought, Thaddeus decided to call Trish en route to downtown to start an immediate search into the transcription business. If the investigation turned up no lead to this mysterious “no interest” plain woman, he told himself he could assume it was just two ships passing in the night. Yet, funny how he wished he didn’t want her to just pass by.
     
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    When Skye finally pulled in her driveway, she screamed to herself. How could she be so stupid and act so silly? He was just a man.
    Nothing more. Maybe it would have been a great business contact? No he was in real estate. Still networking never hurt any business, she knew this and she was not about to let her stupid little idiosyncrasies come between her business, which she so enjoyed.
     
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    Getting to the apartment, Thaddeus passed the keys of his black Jag to the valet and went into the complex. He told the attendant at the security desk that he was expecting company and to allow the guest to come through.
    This was only his second time there since moving his things in last night. It felt weird calling something home, since he lived basically at a hotel for the past three months. He had moved out of his home about that time giving up his space to his sister, Heather, and her low-income bringing home husband.
    Giving up his home had been a decision that he had come up with when he knew he could not take another moment of Heather badgering him about being single and setting him up every night for dinner with one of her money hungry girlfriends.
    He was almost glad to move out, but he had never had time to find another home. Being