Free Misty Nights: A Short Romance by Donna Hernandez

Misty
Nights
    A
Short Romance
    By
    Donna
Hernandez
     
     
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    Misty
Nights
    A
Short Romance
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    Misty
Nights
     
    Chapter
One
    “Surely this must be a joke … right?” Sandra was looking
her uncle’s lawyer squarely in the eye, searching for the sign that would bring
a sigh of relief, the flicker of a smile or a wink, anything but his face
remained impassive.
    “No, Ma’am. This is no joke.” He stood there in his
expensive suit, leather briefcase resting on the table top at his left hand as
though he were already tired of the questioning and was ready to leave, even
though Sandra was in his office. Holding up her uncle’s will in his right hand,
he said once more, “Shall I read it to you again?”
    Sandra shook her head, feeling numb. “No, don’t bother. I
get it… I …I just don’t understand why Uncle Peter would do something like this
… it doesn’t make sense.”
    “I don’t mean to be rude but I think we both know what
kind of man your uncle was, Ma’am.” The lawyer cocked his head to the side,
watching, waiting for her agreement his hands raised imploringly, eyes locking
onto hers willing her to nod but Sandra did nothing of the sort. Yes, her uncle
had been something of a black sheep, the odd one out in the family, not like
her father who was a regular hard-working family man. Uncle Peter had always
done things differently. She remembered the time when as a fourteen year-old
girl, high on puppy love for Ben Watson, a geeky kid who was now a millionaire,
her Uncle Peter had paid Paul Truman, the local bully to give him a hiding and
threaten to do it again if he ever came near her.
    Sandra was angry, and this jumped up Lawyer with his
piggy little eyes and impatient manner was really beginning to drive her up the
wall. “No, I don’t know what you are trying to imply, but my uncle was a good
man and he wouldn’t have done something like this!” Sandra stood up from the
chair she had been sitting in and made herself taller, more threatening, her multi-colored
dress flapping as it caught up with the rest of her and the lawyer eyed it, his
face unreadable.
    “I’m his niece, his only damn niece. Why would he make it
so difficult for me?” She threw her arms up once more to stress her point and
the blue sleeves of her dress flashed in the light from the overhead
fluorescents, almost blinding the lawyer in the process, who shielded his eyes
with one hand.
    “I’m sure there is a reason behind the madness, Ma’am.”
He said, shrugging as he began to place the will back in his briefcase for
safekeeping, taking his time and not making any sudden movements just in case.
    Sandra noticed, and at once her long slender fingers
removed themselves from her head where they had been wringing her hair
agitatedly and moved to her bag, which was resting against the base of the huge
leather recliner.
    “Whatever, I haven’t got time for this farce.” Sandra
said, turning and walking to the double doors, leading to the outside world and
freedom, freedom from this madness.
    “Ma’am, wait … are you …”
    Just before the doors
closed, the lawyer heard, “Not in a million years!” and he smiled,