Second Chance Bride (Rapid Romance Short Stories)

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is that it’s our wedding anniversary this Wednesday at 7pm and I was wondering if you could play a special song for me and Jason?”
     
    “That’s what my show’s all about Theresa, it’s about cheering people up and making them happy. So how is your marriage going?”
     
    I was taken aback by Neil’s comments and slightly offended. How did he know that I needed cheering up and why did he ask about my marriage? What had he heard, in fact how did he know anything about my life. While all these questions were swirling in my head Neil interrupted my thoughts.
     
    “I’m sorry Theresa I just have to go back on air and intro the next song. I’m just going to put you on hold. I’ll only be a minute or two then I’ll be right back. Don’t go anywhere okay.”
     
    Before I could answer he was gone. Although I was starting to get a bit steamed up by what Neil had asked I decided to wait on the phone because I really wanted to get my request played.
     
    While I was waiting I heard Neil’s voice waft over the radio airwaves.
     
    “Hello my loyal listeners I hope you enjoyed the last song. My next song is dedicated to an old school friend of mine who I have only just caught up with after all these years. She was and still is a great girl and so I dedicate this song to her. It’s Lionel Richie’s ‘You’re Once Twice Three Times a Lady’. Enjoy.”
     
    As soon as the song started playing Neil was back on the line.
     
    “Hi Theresa I am so relieved that you are still on the line so sorry for keeping you waiting. I hope you like my song choice, it’s for you. Now where were we?”
     
    I decided not to answer his earlier questions, as he seemed to have forgotten about them. I also didn’t want to mention anything about the song he had dedicated. While I was quite flattered by his choice I didn’t want to encourage him.
     
    “I was about to tell you what my request is for Wednesday at 7pm.”
     
    “Oh yes that’s right your wedding anniversary. Okay what love song would the love birds like, perhaps the Renwick High School song?”
     
    Neil chuckled to himself but I ignored his attempt at humour. Neil was starting to really get under my skin. But what really bothered me was that I was starting to fall for his charm even though his comments were annoying.
     
    “The song I would like, if you can possibly fit it into your busy schedule, is Whitney Houston’s song ‘I Will Always Love You’.”
     
    Neil ignored my sarcasm and he didn’t seem to notice that I had tried to put on an icy voice.
     
    “Of course I can do that for you Mother Theresa and your quarterback hero JP. In return I would like to ask you out for lunch at some time and we can catch up, just for old times sake of course. “
     
    I could not believe that Neil was flirting with me and I started to think about what JP had called him – a Romeo who dogged around with women all over town whether they were married or single. However before I could say anything Neil continued.
     
    “I need to check my diary so you don’t need to answer now. I have your phone number on our phone now so I will ring you early next week and we can sort out an appropriate time then. In the meantime it’s been great catching up with you and I look forward to taking you to lunch. Ciao baby.”
     
    He hung up before I could reply.
     
    “What a pompous arse Neil has turned out to be. Just because he’s a big celebrity in a small town he thinks he can click his fingers and any woman will come running. Well I’m not any woman and I knew what he was like at school; a shy awkward kid who didn’t have many friends. Jason must be right about him. He is a Romeo and after any woman he can get. I guess he has to make up for all the time he lost while at school when no girl would even look at him.”
     
    Just then Jason came through the door.
     
    “Who are you talking to Theresa or are you just talking to yourself, practicing all the complaints you will give me

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