“You promised you’d
bring them by.”
“I did! I mean, I sent... Wait a minute. Are you saying you
never got them?”
She pulled herself upright on her petite frame and studied
her manicured nails. “I knew you didn’t have it in you to be a gentleman,
despite all that stuff you said.” She lifted cat-green eyes to his. “You’re
still getting back at me, ain’t ya?”
“No, Bridget! I swear! I’d never—”
She licked her lips and he squirmed in his chair. “Though
you’re still pretty good to look at, Mitch-o. Despite your conniving.”
She leaned forward, her coat gaping to reveal the low-cut
blouse beneath it.
Mitch gulped. “And you’re still looking good, too. How’s
Roger?” he asked with a squeak.
“Getting bored with marriage, I think.” She inserted herself
between Mitch and his desk, then purred in a sexy whisper, “I always thought
you worked too hard.”
“Ditto, sweetheart,” he said with a hard stare.
She flinched. “Ooh, was that a cut?”
Mitch rolled his chair back a foot and spoke
matter-of-factly. “Listen, Bridget, I’ve got stuff to do. I’ll find out about
those packages ASAP. Okay?”
“Yeah, well, you’d better. I spent over three hundred
smackers at The Naughty Shop!”
His cell rang and he reached around her to snag it off the
desk. “Magic Maker Mitch at your service!”
Bridget rolled her eyes and sauntered toward the door.
“Magic Maker, hoo. You’d think that new gal of yours could find someone
better.”
****
Chapter Six
As William bent down to lift his morning paper off the
stoop, he heard a mounting commotion. His raised his eyes in disbelief to the
pandemonium around him. Their quiet residential street was flooded with
vehicles and hordes of men were pouring into his yard. There were jocks dressed
in sports uniforms, Wall Street types in suits, military men, construction
workers, guys in tuxedos carting flowers. Holy cow! William’s jaw dropped as he
stared up at the noisy helicopter hovering above and some lunatic parachuted in
for a landing. A knight on a white horse galloped in through the front gate,
trailed by a rowdy group, a few of them on motorcycles. The mass stormed toward
the house, calling out to him in competing voices, “She’s mine! She’s mine!”
William raced inside, sweat beading his brow. He quickly
bolted the door, seconds before its chime sounded. Ding-dong ... ding-dong ... ding-dong! The landline rang next,
trilling loudly on the hall table. William lunged for it, picking it up.
“Bridget? No, she’s still sleep—What? What? ”
He held out the receiver in shock, then pressed it back to his ear. “Well, I
don’t know whether she’ll give an interview.”
A pounding sounded outside the door. “Mr. Kinkaid! This is
WKVX News! Can we get a statement?”
William hung up the phone and strode toward the stairs,
taking them two at a time. An instant later, he burst into Justin’s room,
popping the boy on the head with his up newspaper. “Justin William Kinkaid,” he
said. “I want to see that Web page you built, and I mean now. ”
William gaped at the computer screen. It was Bridget all
right, only better. She was very scantily dressed in some sort of sexy elf
outfit, jingle bells dangling from strategic places. William frowned and stared
down his son as the boy flushed red.
“ Sexy Cyber Mom Seeks Home? Justin! Just
what kind of junk have you been reading?”
“The personals?”
“But, son! You gave our home address! A MapFinders link,
even!”
“You told me to list contact information.”
“I meant an e-mail address, telephone number, maybe. Not
this!” He shook his head and stared again at the computer screen. “We don’t
even know if she’s got kids, for
heaven sakes.”
“She’s the right age, isn’t she?”
William blew a hard breath, his eyes glued on Bridget’s
photo. “How did you do that? You know she wasn’t wearing that when I took
bring them by.”
“I did! I mean, I sent... Wait a minute. Are you saying you
never got them?”
She pulled herself upright on her petite frame and studied
her manicured nails. “I knew you didn’t have it in you to be a gentleman,
despite all that stuff you said.” She lifted cat-green eyes to his. “You’re
still getting back at me, ain’t ya?”
“No, Bridget! I swear! I’d never—”
She licked her lips and he squirmed in his chair. “Though
you’re still pretty good to look at, Mitch-o. Despite your conniving.”
She leaned forward, her coat gaping to reveal the low-cut
blouse beneath it.
Mitch gulped. “And you’re still looking good, too. How’s
Roger?” he asked with a squeak.
“Getting bored with marriage, I think.” She inserted herself
between Mitch and his desk, then purred in a sexy whisper, “I always thought
you worked too hard.”
“Ditto, sweetheart,” he said with a hard stare.
She flinched. “Ooh, was that a cut?”
Mitch rolled his chair back a foot and spoke
matter-of-factly. “Listen, Bridget, I’ve got stuff to do. I’ll find out about
those packages ASAP. Okay?”
“Yeah, well, you’d better. I spent over three hundred
smackers at The Naughty Shop!”
His cell rang and he reached around her to snag it off the
desk. “Magic Maker Mitch at your service!”
Bridget rolled her eyes and sauntered toward the door.
“Magic Maker, hoo. You’d think that new gal of yours could find someone
better.”
****
Chapter Six
As William bent down to lift his morning paper off the
stoop, he heard a mounting commotion. His raised his eyes in disbelief to the
pandemonium around him. Their quiet residential street was flooded with
vehicles and hordes of men were pouring into his yard. There were jocks dressed
in sports uniforms, Wall Street types in suits, military men, construction
workers, guys in tuxedos carting flowers. Holy cow! William’s jaw dropped as he
stared up at the noisy helicopter hovering above and some lunatic parachuted in
for a landing. A knight on a white horse galloped in through the front gate,
trailed by a rowdy group, a few of them on motorcycles. The mass stormed toward
the house, calling out to him in competing voices, “She’s mine! She’s mine!”
William raced inside, sweat beading his brow. He quickly
bolted the door, seconds before its chime sounded. Ding-dong ... ding-dong ... ding-dong! The landline rang next,
trilling loudly on the hall table. William lunged for it, picking it up.
“Bridget? No, she’s still sleep—What? What? ”
He held out the receiver in shock, then pressed it back to his ear. “Well, I
don’t know whether she’ll give an interview.”
A pounding sounded outside the door. “Mr. Kinkaid! This is
WKVX News! Can we get a statement?”
William hung up the phone and strode toward the stairs,
taking them two at a time. An instant later, he burst into Justin’s room,
popping the boy on the head with his up newspaper. “Justin William Kinkaid,” he
said. “I want to see that Web page you built, and I mean now. ”
William gaped at the computer screen. It was Bridget all
right, only better. She was very scantily dressed in some sort of sexy elf
outfit, jingle bells dangling from strategic places. William frowned and stared
down his son as the boy flushed red.
“ Sexy Cyber Mom Seeks Home? Justin! Just
what kind of junk have you been reading?”
“The personals?”
“But, son! You gave our home address! A MapFinders link,
even!”
“You told me to list contact information.”
“I meant an e-mail address, telephone number, maybe. Not
this!” He shook his head and stared again at the computer screen. “We don’t
even know if she’s got kids, for
heaven sakes.”
“She’s the right age, isn’t she?”
William blew a hard breath, his eyes glued on Bridget’s
photo. “How did you do that? You know she wasn’t wearing that when I took
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