file.
Lizzy felt restless and she credited that to Jared being called out of town. Jared was a special agent for the FBI and he was meeting with a source to gather information on a case. She didn’t know when he would be back in town. Bummer. She had hoped to talk to him further about her decision not to move into his place right away. She didn’t want Jared to get the wrong idea. She cared about him. If she didn’t get so hung up on the “love” word every time he said it, she might be able to tell him she loved him, too. Her therapist told her she was over-analyzing. As far as Lizzy was concerned, once someone told another person that they love them, there was no going back. They’re vulnerable. Sadly, Lizzy was certain that her inability to say those three words had something to do with her childhood. Her parents rarely told her they loved her—one more issue to deal with before she could live a happy and healthy life.
If her parents couldn’t say the words to her, how was it possible for Jared to tell her he loved her? Did he really love her? With all of her flaws and shortcomings?
Unconditionally?
Love was not something two people should take lightly. Love was important. And so was moving in with someone. What if she moved in with Jared and then days later realized she couldn’t handle seeing his newspapers piled in the bathroom? What then?
Lizzy sighed, exited her car and pushed away all thoughts of love as she waved to Cathy across the parking lot.
At that same moment, she spotted a black Ford Expedition with tinted windows. That same car had been parked there the entire time she’d been waiting for her sister. The sun had been in her eyes, though, and she hadn’t noticed that someone was inside the vehicle until now. Although she couldn’t see the driver, she could make out a dark silhouette. She headed toward the vehicle, trying to make out the license number. “Don’t look,” she told Cathy, but it was too late.
Her sister turned her head in the direction she was looking.
Tires squealed.
Lizzy took off, running toward the Expedition, intent on getting the license number before the vehicle could get away. The Expedition sped into traffic. Cars honked.
Too late. Damn.
“What was that about?” Cathy asked as Lizzy met up with her sister.
“I have no idea,” Lizzy said. “Whoever it was got away before I could get the license plate number.”
“Do you think it has something to do with one of the cases you’re working on?”
Lizzy didn’t want to worry her sister, so she shrugged nonchalantly and said, “I’m sure it was nothing. I’m just a little on edge.”
Cathy sighed. “You look tired. Maybe you should take a few days off and relax.”
Lizzy shook her head. “I’ll be fine. Come on. Let’s eat, I’m starved.”
She and Cathy entered the restaurant, Mikuni’s, a Japanese sushi bar in Roseville. The staff was fun and energetic and they served the best sushi around. “Irasshaimase!” the chefs called out, a traditional Japanese salutation, as Lizzy and Cathy were led to the seating area.
They both knew what they wanted: Lizzy ordered the grilled white tuna seasoned with a spicy barbeque sauce while Cathy ordered a popular sushi roll called a Train Wreck.
“Tell me about your weekend,” Cathy said after the waitress walked off. “Did you get to talk to Anthony Melbourne personally?”
Lizzy pushed the Expedition out of her mind. “You could say that.”
“I bought one of his arm-shaping devices a few years ago,” Cathy said excitedly. “Who am I kidding? I have every piece of equipment he’s ever sold. I think he’s incredible, don’t you?”
Lizzy forced a smile, glad she didn’t have to answer before her sister rambled on again.
“Anthony Melbourne is an inspiration to so many people. His unbridled enthusiasm for exercise and nutrition is contagious. He uses his knowledge and positivity to keep people moving, no matter what their age.”
Although
Lizzy felt restless and she credited that to Jared being called out of town. Jared was a special agent for the FBI and he was meeting with a source to gather information on a case. She didn’t know when he would be back in town. Bummer. She had hoped to talk to him further about her decision not to move into his place right away. She didn’t want Jared to get the wrong idea. She cared about him. If she didn’t get so hung up on the “love” word every time he said it, she might be able to tell him she loved him, too. Her therapist told her she was over-analyzing. As far as Lizzy was concerned, once someone told another person that they love them, there was no going back. They’re vulnerable. Sadly, Lizzy was certain that her inability to say those three words had something to do with her childhood. Her parents rarely told her they loved her—one more issue to deal with before she could live a happy and healthy life.
If her parents couldn’t say the words to her, how was it possible for Jared to tell her he loved her? Did he really love her? With all of her flaws and shortcomings?
Unconditionally?
Love was not something two people should take lightly. Love was important. And so was moving in with someone. What if she moved in with Jared and then days later realized she couldn’t handle seeing his newspapers piled in the bathroom? What then?
Lizzy sighed, exited her car and pushed away all thoughts of love as she waved to Cathy across the parking lot.
At that same moment, she spotted a black Ford Expedition with tinted windows. That same car had been parked there the entire time she’d been waiting for her sister. The sun had been in her eyes, though, and she hadn’t noticed that someone was inside the vehicle until now. Although she couldn’t see the driver, she could make out a dark silhouette. She headed toward the vehicle, trying to make out the license number. “Don’t look,” she told Cathy, but it was too late.
Her sister turned her head in the direction she was looking.
Tires squealed.
Lizzy took off, running toward the Expedition, intent on getting the license number before the vehicle could get away. The Expedition sped into traffic. Cars honked.
Too late. Damn.
“What was that about?” Cathy asked as Lizzy met up with her sister.
“I have no idea,” Lizzy said. “Whoever it was got away before I could get the license plate number.”
“Do you think it has something to do with one of the cases you’re working on?”
Lizzy didn’t want to worry her sister, so she shrugged nonchalantly and said, “I’m sure it was nothing. I’m just a little on edge.”
Cathy sighed. “You look tired. Maybe you should take a few days off and relax.”
Lizzy shook her head. “I’ll be fine. Come on. Let’s eat, I’m starved.”
She and Cathy entered the restaurant, Mikuni’s, a Japanese sushi bar in Roseville. The staff was fun and energetic and they served the best sushi around. “Irasshaimase!” the chefs called out, a traditional Japanese salutation, as Lizzy and Cathy were led to the seating area.
They both knew what they wanted: Lizzy ordered the grilled white tuna seasoned with a spicy barbeque sauce while Cathy ordered a popular sushi roll called a Train Wreck.
“Tell me about your weekend,” Cathy said after the waitress walked off. “Did you get to talk to Anthony Melbourne personally?”
Lizzy pushed the Expedition out of her mind. “You could say that.”
“I bought one of his arm-shaping devices a few years ago,” Cathy said excitedly. “Who am I kidding? I have every piece of equipment he’s ever sold. I think he’s incredible, don’t you?”
Lizzy forced a smile, glad she didn’t have to answer before her sister rambled on again.
“Anthony Melbourne is an inspiration to so many people. His unbridled enthusiasm for exercise and nutrition is contagious. He uses his knowledge and positivity to keep people moving, no matter what their age.”
Although
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