Free Choices by S. R. Cambridge

so. That was my intention today. Honestly, kissing you was my first order of business today. The sunroom was a much lower priority. Yes, I like an ar chitectural challenge but, the challenge of getting you close to me was much, much more appealing.” His smile was purely organic and totally caught me off guard, as he pulled me tighter yet again.
    “Oh my gosh! The sunroom! I totally forgot why you were here in the first place. I actually need to go and pick up my little people. Look at the time.” I whirled around the kitchen gathering up my keys and my pocketbook. I really need to go.” I gestured toward the door while I smoothed out my top, not looking at his eyes because I don’t think I would be able to resist him.
    “Of course you do. Can I come back tomorrow and have a look at the sunroom, then?” He asked expectantly.
    I hemmed and hawed while my brain function returned to normal and before I knew what I was saying I looked into his eyes, swallowed down the lump in my throat and nodded yes.

Chapter Five : Friendships
     
     
    Bonnie’s George, another great guy in my circle of friends. Wow, you want to talk about smart, almost brilliant. I was a little intim idated when I first met George Wellington III.  Impressive name isn’t it? George came from old, smelly money as he called it. For someone who seemed so formidable on paper, George is a really down to earth, everyday, guy. George is an obstetrician and gynecologist. He started out in pharmaceutical first but decided that wasn’t his thing so he went back to school again and studied obstetrics.  He would have been the perfect gyn doctor for me but it just would have been too icky since his wife is one of my best friends. George is patient, confident and always, always in control - always. He is in the best shape. Really, he puts our husbands to shame. I guess with him being a doctor, he knows the importance of keeping himself in tip top shape but honestly he says it is what keeps him sane. All those screaming mothers in pain, he once told me, was enough to drive a man insane, plus I have to run off all those calories I consume from Bonnie’s cooking.  Exercise is his release from having to stay so focused and meticulous. Once you get past the control freak factor and the super smarts, George is a really nice guy underneath all those degrees. He has a genuine heart and a desire to fix things. My Bonnie is pretty much the same way. She is incredibly smart, wise beyond her years and loves to fix things too, whether it be people’s hearts or just cooking a good old fashioned crowd pleaser. Those too are a good pair as well and I am thankful to call them friends.
    Bonnie and George moved up from Florida right after he completed his residency in obstetrics. I met Bonnie wh en her little one, Michael was going to preschool with my Vanessa. Bonnie and I hit it off immediately and I had to introduce her to Kristy and Joni. We quickly fell into a routine of swapping recipes, parenting woes and some slight husband bashing and thus our Girls Night In, GNI was born.
    I remember our first GNI. We had such a blast. We were all just starting to get to know one another. Our husbands were going to come and pick us up so we got toasted. It had been a long time for all of us at that point between being pregnant and nursing babies, we were all actually at a point when we could all drink together. That didn’t happen too often, so when it did we took advantage of it. We had a million questions for Bonnie because one - she, herself, was brilliant and two - her husband was even more brilliant and an ob/gyn so we had lots of questions.
    “Bonnie do y ou see any of George’s patients when you are out running errands?”
    “Oh, that’s the funniest thing. Total strangers come up to me and say oh, your brownies are to die for.”
    “Um, thanks, do I know you? is usually my reply.”  She giggled and then added,
    ‘Dr. Wellington brings in all your desserts into the