The Kidnapped Bride, Barry Rachin [android based ebook reader TXT] 📗

now I'm here walking the beach by moonlight and gallivanting off to Len Libby's to ogle the seventeen hundred pound, life-size chocolate moose."

"Welcome to the real world." His tone had lost its flippant edge, and a sober lucidity overspread his features. "So what are you going to do?"

"Resign on Monday - no notice. My career in finance is finished." She began to giggle uncontrollably. "Maybe when the dust settles, I could become your understudy at the diner."

"In all seriousness, Ryan's is looking for a waitress three to eleven. I could put in a good word."

"I might just do that… at least until I get my nerves back under control and decide what I want to be when I eventually grow up." As she was standing there with the lapdogs in the distance, surf hurling relentless waves scudding across the sand and cawing seagulls circling overhead, a fragment of the Rilke poem floated across Paige's mind:

Sometimes a man stands up during supper
and walks outdoors, and keeps on walking,
because of a church that stands somewhere in the East.

Reaching out, she placed a hand on his chest. "Why haven't you tried to kiss me?"

Norman's eyes narrowed. "Until a moment ago, I didn't know any upwardly mobile, banking executives who dated dishwashers."

*****

Two hundred yards away, the dogs were becoming fretful and ill-behaved, yipping, yapping and lurching about aimlessly. Mrs. Bryant decided to head home. She folded the beach chair and leashed the dogs before turning one last time to wave at the twosome, but, unfortunately, the young couple was preoccupied and missed the gracious gesture.

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Publication Date: 08-09-2011

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