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defended.
     
    “He
was alright looking; I wouldn’t call him handsome.”
     
    “Ouch,”
Kammille said.
     
    “I
hope that didn’t hurt your feelings. It’s just, you’re so beautiful. I always
thought you should have someone who matched your gorgeousness.”
     
    Kammille
was truly flattered. “I’m … I’m humbled I guess. Thank you Liza. That’s the
nicest thing any woman’s ever said to me. And it’s not like you’re chopped
liver. You’re pretty hot yourself.”
     
    “I’m
not in your league Kammille; I know that, but I’m perfectly comfortable in my
own skin. What I lack in looks, I make up for in brains – and hair. I have
gorgeous, gorgeous hair!” Liza said, flicking her long, thick, wavy red mane
back melodramatically.
     
    “Yes
you do!” Kammille agreed, “and a wicked sense of humor. Don’t forget your
inimitable sense of humor. I find you irresistible. You should let that part of
you show more. I never would have guessed you were so darned funny!”
     
    “Well
Kammille Howard, if I didn’t know better, I’d think you were hitting on me,”
Liza said in her thickest southern accent.
     
    “Just
stating facts,” Kammille said, laughing out loud at her theatrics.
     
    “Thanks,”
Liza said, “but get to the good stuff. Tell me about this guy who has your head
in the clouds.”
     
    “To
start with, we met in Miami. Or I should say, on the flight to Miami. He pulled
my stuck bag from the overhead bin. The first thing I noticed about him were
his amazing grey eyes.”
     
    A
knock sounded on Liza’s office door.
     
    “A
Mr. Lennox is on Line 1 for you, Ms. Howard.”
     
    “Thanks
Cheryl.”
     
    “Take
it here,” Liza said. She turned her head and teared up again. She used to be in
love with a pair of grey eyes. She had to warn Kammille that once you go grey,
you never go back, she thought sardonically.
     
    Kammille
hung up. “I have to jet over to the airport. I swear, that man should rent
office space at Hartsfield Jackson. Of the four meetings we’ve had, three have
been in the VIP lounge at the airport.”
     
    “And
we were just getting to the good part,” Liza said.
     
    “Well,
let me just leave you with this … he’s moving to Atlanta, and we’re having a
housewarming party for him in five days. So you can meet him in the flesh and
tell me what you think then. If past behavior is anything to go by, this
meeting with Mr. Lennox means we’ll be busier than a bee at a Sunday picnic and
won’t have much time for girl talk any time soon.”
     
    “Deal!”
Liza said. “Can’t wait. Glad to hear love still blooms. Gives me hope.”
     
    “Keep
hope alive Liza. Keep hope alive. There are still a lot of good men out there.”
     
    “Thanks
for the ear Kammille. I feel much better.”
     
    Kammille
instinctively hugged her friend. “Glad I could help,” she said.
     
    “You
better scram,” Liza said, uncomfortable with blatant affection. “You know what
a time-crunch Mr. Lennox is always in.”
     
    “True,
very true,” Kammille said, looking at her watch. She grabbed her bag and scarf
as she headed for the door.
     
    “See
ya!” I haven’t even had a chance to go in my office, she thought as she headed
out the front door from where she’d come just about 20 minutes ago.
     
    “If
you need me Cheryl, call me on my cell. I’m on my way to the airport to meet
Mr. Lennox. I should be back in two or three hours.”
     
    “Will
do, Ms. Howard.”

 
    EPILOGUE
     
    “Are
you all ready to be an Atlanta resident, Mr. Shaw?” Kammille asked.
     
    “Yes.
Seventy-two hours down; 24 more to go. Can’t wait to get settled in the A-T-L.”
     
    “Listen
to you sounding like a native already,” Kammille teased.
     
    “It’s
a fabulous city. I’ve been there so many times, it’ll be nice to live there and
actually go to all the places I read about online. Every time I’ve gone, I try
to go to a different restaurant, although I do have a couple of