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A tall order no doubt.
    If she looked like the woman I saw the
other day, at the gym in fact, that’d be a great bonus. Calling her a Goddess
didn’t do the beauty justice. Some might call her amazonish, but not me. Tall,
toned, curvaceous women, and red-headed to boot, turned me on. A woman at the
gym’s front desk had called the auburn-haired, athletic wonder Kristina. Pretty
name. That chick was someone I wouldn’t mind seeing again and getting to know.
Hell, my cock tightened at the mere thought of delving it into her hot core,
feeling her legs wrap around me, diving my hands into her thick mane. I decided
the next time I saw her I’d ask her out. What could it hurt? It would get Lory
off my back which would be great. Hopefully, Kristina wasn’t one of those
tourists taking advantage of the free week specials the gym constantly
had advertised.
    “Okay.” Lory tutted again. “Play Mr.
Mysterious. Be the strong, silent type. But you’re a nice guy even if you come
off gruff and rough around the edges. I’ve seen it when you’ve paid attention
to little Allie at our house. She’s a good judge of character, and she adores
you. Plus, I’ll have you know, if you don’t find somebody soon, then I’ll have
to start playing matchmaker. I’ll find the woman who will melt that icy heart
of yours.”
    My gaze swung around to Vic. “She
wouldn’t.”
    “She would.” With a shrug, Vic pushed
the case folder named Elf toward me. “Here’s the intel so far. Take it.
Read it over. If you have any questions, defer to Yente.” He jutted his chin in
his wife’s direction.
    “Ha, ha.” She shook her head but kept
a grin on her face. Her golden brown-eyed gaze caught mine. “Jack, I’m glad
you’re going to help me out. In a week or so, my load and Trish’s will be
lightened. We’ll be able to help you out if you haven’t solved the case by
then.”
    A week, I thought. I could postpone
starting on the case for a few days, and then by the time she was ready for it,
I could just hand it back without having to subject myself to any weirdness. I
picked up the folder, tipped it to my forehead then toward her. “No problem.”
     
     

Chapter Two
     
    Thanksgiving
Day – Early Morning
     
    Five-thirty AM rolled around fast. As
I stood in line at the registration table for the race, my heart beat in a
quick pace. Seemed that no matter how many races I had under my belt, I always
had a case of nerves right before the starting gun fired.
    Scanning the area, my gaze focused on
the growing crowd. So many people were present for the Gobbler Five K and mile
walk. Children ran around areas of the park, rolling in the grass, playing on
the jungle gyms and swings, while older family members warmed up and prepped
for the races. Early morning sunlight glinted off the concrete track around the
flood water detention basin but didn’t do much to warm the cool, late autumn
air. A slight, chilling breeze swayed the branches of the pine trees. In the
distance, white capped mountains reminded people winter was on its way. The
line of racers behind me grew in number. Once I had my race packet and number
in hand, I stepped away, turned and saw… her … Kristina… several feet
away talking to one of the volunteers.
    The amazon beauty from the gym had her
long hair in two braids. The locks glowed like fire under the sun’s light as it
continued to rise and shine down upon the world. Black running tights molded to
her legs beneath orange running shorts. She wore a matching t-shirt over a long
sleeved brown shirt. Where she happened to find those colors in women’s
athletic wear, I had no idea, but she wore the outfit well. The colors fit the
spirit of Thanksgiving Day. The trill of her laughter carried on the cool air
over to my ears. Her merriment was musical splendor, sent a warm wave through
me.
    Minutes passed. It seemed like my
world stood still, bringing to mind an Italian saying my grandfather had used
whenever he saw a