Her Best Match: A Romantic Comedy (The Best Girls Book 1) Read Online Free PDF Page A

what a nice young man Antonio is. I just wanted you to know, so you could pass it on to the management.”
    “The management,” muttered Rayna, tilting her head as Antonio opened the door and helped an elderly man with an awkward box. She turned back to Anne. “Yes, I’ll certainly tell the management about, uhmm, Antonio.”
    “You know, if you ever need someone to talk to, my door is always open.” Anne winked.
    “Thanks, Anne. I just might take you up on that offer.”
     
    Anne ferried her way up the elevator to her room. Once inside with her bags, she moved quickly to the window and opened the blinds. She peered down at the street, slightly off of a main drag, but busy nonetheless. Directly across the street was a beautiful ornate building with the words “The Economist” carved into it. The street sounds were muffled, but she could still see the teaming traffic on the main street, and marveled once again at the hectic pace of the city. Turning from the window, she surveyed her small apartment. The floors were all wood—well it looked like wood, but it was probably a high-end laminate—with nice area rugs. There was a small kitchen area near the door separated from the living area by a bar and three stools. Every surface in the cooking area was gleaming—stainless steel, glass tile, and granite.
    Walking through a door she discovered a small, but beautiful bathroom with a marble shower, dark wood vanity topped with granite, and modern fixtures. Another door led to a large walk-in closet, complete with shelves, drawers and hanging racks. Back in the living area, the bed was covered with a fluffy, white, down comforter and throw pillows in a plethora of colors and textures. Bookshelves housed a few classics, decorative pieces and a flat-screen TV. Situated by the window on a beautiful oriental rug were two chairs and a small loveseat anchored by a round tufted ottoman.
    Anne used the next hour to unpack her suitcases and check out the kitchen. The cooking area was supplied with basic pots and pans. She found all the necessary basics for cooking in the pantry, and the refrigerator was stocked with eggs, low-fat milk, various cheeses, vanilla Greek yogurt, and blueberries. She realized Katie must have had the groceries purchased specifically for her, recalling some seemingly casual phone conversations discussing her food preferences.
    This attention to detail would soon be her responsibility, and Anne suddenly worried whether she could fill those efficient shoes. Her job at the travel agency had required attention to detail, and her clients relied on her to arrange every facet of their travel. She was accustomed to working out problems and planning for contingencies, but she really didn’t know anything about New York. Could she really manage all the issues she’d be facing in a city that was so foreign to all she knew? A simple grocery-shopping trip would be an adventure in this city. She began to pace and fret, when her cell phone suddenly rang out with the rock riff that signaled Charlie’s call.
    “Hi sweetie.” Anne smiled as she spoke.
    “Hey, Mom. Are you in your apartment? I want to hear all about it. Emily said you hadn’t called since the airport.”
    “Oh, I forgot to call her back. She’ll probably be ticked, but I’ll call her when we hang up. Yep, I’m here, and it’s actually great.”
    “Okay, great. Let’s Skype so you can show me your apartment.”
    “You know I haven’t figured out the Internet around here yet. Knowing me, I’ll need some help. But we can Skype as soon as I work it out. Katie lives in this same building, so she’ll help me out this weekend, I’m sure.”
    “Fine, Mom. Just send me some pictures. What does it look like?”
    “It’s small, but beautiful. Nicely decorated. Tenth floor. There’s a front door guy—like a guard—so I feel pretty safe. His name is Antonio, and he’s very polite.”
    “Ooooo! He sounds handsome and mysterious. Perhaps you can