Manifesting Love – fan

This is a new work in progress, The Manifesting Love Club. Four friends. All single. Some looking for love. Some not. Join these ladies as they take their friendship into a new direction, to manifest love.

Earlier, Heather introduced her idea of affirmations to manifest love. When her path crosses a handsome fellow – wearing a clown nose in public – she couldn’t be less interested. Even if he is the brother of a work associate across the hall. But he’s persistent, although a little hesitant when Heather brings up her date idea – yoga on the beach.

This week we’re writing to the prompt ‘fan.’

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Not as much conversation filled the car on the drive back to Heather’s. A huge, dark void had appeared between the two of them. Heather knew where her fears and insecurities came from. She’d only had one serious relationship since her cancer scare and when he found out about how the treatments had left her, he walked out without a backward glance. “I can’t be with someone that’s not a whole woman,” was his leaving retort. The first few months after that she’d been an emotional wreck. Since then, she’d done a lot of internal work and now lived in a good emotional place. But now, as she stood on the brink of meeting another possible rejection, dread crept into her soul and tightened up her heart with fear.

She didn’t know what Brian was thinking. He was quiet and more solemn than she’d ever seen him. She didn’t know if she’d already damaged their budding relationship by not being up front about her concerns.

When they pulled in the driveway, Brian turned off the motor and turned towards her. “I’m not sure what’s going on. There’s definitely something between us right now. And I’m not sure what. I don’t want to leave and have this hanging between us. I’d like to come in and talk about it…see what’s wrong…know if I’ve done anything to upset you…”

“It’s not you…”

A wry smile crept across his face. “Yeah…that’s what they always say. ‘It’s not you. It’s me.’ Am I wrong?”

Heather laughed softly. “Yep, that’s it. I’ve heard that line a time or two myself. But in this case, it’s nothing like that. Although it truly is me. My own demons that I’m wrestling with. And we do need to talk about something…as hard as it will be for me. I’m not a fan of sweeping difficult situations under the carpet. They don’t disappear there. Only fester.” She took a deep breath and grasped his hand, squeezing it tight. “Come in for a drink and a chat?”

He pulled the keys from the ignition. “Let’s go, Joe.”

Inside, Heather flipped on the kitchen lights, filling the room with a brightness she wasn’t sure she wanted right then. “Coffee? Or wine?”

“I have a feeling this is a glass of wine conversation.”

pouring wineShe pulled two sparkling wine glasses from the cupboard and retrieved a partial bottle of Chablis from the refrigerator. After filling the glasses she handed one to Brian. “Let’s go in the living room. It’s cozier in there.” She led the way to the darkened room, lit only by the small light on the foyer table. She sat on the sofa and looked up when she saw Brian hesitating, uncertain, between the sofa and loveseat.

Heather patted the sofa, beside her. “I told you about my battle with cancer?”

“Yes…” He pursed his lips, looking confused. “It hasn’t returned, has it?”

“No. No.” She quickly shook her head to emphasis her denial. “No, I’m healthy as a horse now. And I intend to remain that way. But there’s one thing…” She trailed off, uncertain how to proceed.

Brian took her hand and clasped it between his large palms. He simply looked her in the eyes, without comment, waiting for her to continue.

Heather plunged in before she lost her nerve. “I don’t remember how detailed I got with my story. It was breast cancer. The treatments weren’t successful. We had to go a step further. If I wanted to live…” She paused and took a deep breath. “To live longer, I had to continue without my…” With her free hand she motioned across her chest.

Brian’s face remained calm, his expression not changing a whit. “Okay. So what’s the bad news?”

“That’s it.”

“So…what…I’m supposed to stop seeing you because of it?”

“It’s happened before.”

He lifted a hand and ran a finger down the length of her nose. “Then he was a fool. If he couldn’t see what a jewel he missed out on, just because of a little missing flesh.”

A slight smile tugged at the corners of her mouth. “I thought this was something you needed to know ahead of time. You know…not something you’d want to find out in the heat of the moment…like…surprise!”

“Well, darlin’, then on this you’ve seriously misjudged me. Although…” His eyes twinkled with his current thought and they dropped to survey her cleavage. “You sure have everyone fooled. You know, the ‘girls’ here look awfully real.”

“Padding. It’s amazing what bras can do nowadays. Get up. Brush my hair. Put in my contacts. Put on the girls. We’re ready to go.”

A serious look replaced the jesting joviality that usually filled his face. The laughter in his eyes dimmed as he looked deep within her eyes, holding her gaze with an intense, magnetic stare. He cupped her face in the palms of his hands and spoke slowly and deliberately. “I’m glad you shared with me. I suppose you’re right, knowing ahead of time might avoid a potentially awkward moment later on. But just to clarify…I’m spending time with you because I like being around you. I love your heart, your spirit and your gentle soul. I have fun with you. I enjoy our time together. I like seeing how you look at the world and how you always – almost always – look on the bright side and see the positive side in every situation.”

Heather started to open her mouth to speak. He gently placed a finger across her lips. “Please, let me finish. But as to this…” He slowly slid his hand lower, tracing one finger down her cheek, down her neck and slowly trailed it lower, towards where the black lacy bra peeked from the scooped neckline. “You, my dear, look scrumptious. Just how you are. And as to what’s underneath here – or not underneath here as the case may be – I don’t really care. I don’t care if you’re hiding a tail under that sexy, flowing skirt you have on. Or if you have a third arm or leg you keep tucked away.”

Heather giggled at the thought of that.

He grinned and added, “Although, that might be a little weird, but I’d learn to deal with it.” His fingertips brushed across the edge of the top’s neckline, tracing it from one side to the other.”

A soft moan slid between Heather’s lips as a rush of warmth flooded her body. Any thought she wanted to mention vanished into the Netherlands.

Brian swallowed and moistened his lips, trying hard to retain his own composure. “I just want to be with you, wherever I can, whenever I can. Even if it means doing yoga on the beach with you. Even if I have to leave off my clown nose in public. And I don’t give a flying flip about any of the equipment either of us is hiding under our clothes. Because when we come together…” He bent his head and whispered his next words with a hot breath in her ear. “When we move to the next step, I will cherish and adore each inch of your body with a kiss. I’ll be thankful that you survived your battle so that you’re here now for me to love in any way I can.”

New Beginnings, by Iris Blobel

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The story is set in Hobart, the capital of Tasmania, the most southern state in Australia. A most beautiful place. I went there a few years back and imagined how it would be to live in this city, how to adapt as a “non-local”, and bit by bit I wrote the story of two sisters moving there.

Obviously, I added a little romance into the story as well – so I added Mark and Zach.

This is the second edition of NEW BEGINNINGS.

The story is now a bit sexier and has also received another edit.

Literary Chanteuse’s review: “This author has a way of endearing her characters and it is easy to fall in love with them. An intriguing story with emotion, love and hope.”

Sharon’s review: “This was a very enjoyable read and it left me wanting just a little bit more. I highly recommend it.”

“Other people have to fight battles in their life as well.”

~~  New Beginnings ~~

(2nd Edition)

by Iris Blobel

 

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♥♦♥ SYNOPSIS ♥♦♥

new beginnings 3D.pngThe chance to start life all over with the help of a stranger.

Twenty-two-year-old Sophie Levesque has been guardian to her eight-year-old sister Mia since their mother’s death a few years ago, and it hasn’t been easy. Luck comes their way when they inherit a small house in Hobart. Problem is, though, they don’t know and have never heard of Clara Bellinger, the testator. Settling into their new life, Sophie is still afraid it’s all a mistake.

Mark O’Connor, attorney in Hobart and the bearer of the good news for Sophie and Mia, curses himself for the lack of information about the testator. However, researching the questions gives him an opportunity to see Sophie again, and the more time he spends with the two, the more he realises that his life is missing something. And it’s not his casual lover Linda.

But then there’s Zach, Sophie’s sexy neighbour from across the road… and a very good friend of Clara’s.

Will unravelling the mystery unravel Sophie and Mark’s promise of a future?

♥♦♥ EXCERPT ♥♦♥

Sophie Levesque stared at the attorney in front of her, waiting for some answers. She and her little sister, Mia, had been quietly sitting in Mr. O’Connor’s office for more than half an hour, learning about the details of their inheritance.

Once he was finished, silence hung in the air before she asked with raised eyebrows. “Who?”

“Clara Catherine Bellinger.”

Mia leaned closer to her elder sister and gave a soft tug on Sophie’s shirt. “Who is she?”

Sophie shrugged. “I wouldn’t have a clue.” Then turned her attention back on Mr. O’Connor and asked the same thing. “Who is she?”

The handsome attorney on the other side of the massive desk leaned forward and rested his elbows on it before he started to repeat his earlier speech. Although hearing his words, Sophie still found it all very hard to comprehend. Here she was in this old office, furnished with heavy antique oak furniture, the curtains in a pretty shade of aubergine, and the carpet beneath her shoes thick and warm in a matching shade, hearing about an inheritance from someone she’d never even heard of.

Startled by the subtle sound of the clock chiming across the road, Sophie’s gaze turned to the window, where she saw the post office building across the road. It looked impressive and old. It’d been only a few hours since they’d arrived in Hobart, the most southern capital in Australia, but she already liked it. A lot more than Sydney, the place she’d lived all her life.

Hauled back from her thoughts, she heard Mr. O’Connor say, “I believe she was a distant relative of yours. I’m afraid I don’t have any further details.”

Sophie arched an eyebrow in disbelief, doubting the accuracy of it all. Not only did she try not to question his competence as a lawyer, but she also hoped it wasn’t a dreadful misunderstanding.

With a slight shrug of her shoulder, she asked, “Why not?”

He met her gaze steadily. “Pardon me?”

Sitting up straight, she repeated, “Why not? Why aren’t there any further details?”

He rubbed his chin with his fingers, his unease now obvious, and although she almost felt sorry for him, she tried not to care. She needed to know more. And not just the what, but why and who as well.

Only a week earlier, Sophie had received the call from Mr. O’Connor telling her about an inheritance. Initially, she’d thought it had been a horrible joke when he’d given her details on where to pick up airplane tickets to Hobart. It was important for her to come, he’d explained. Some legality she hadn’t understood. Something about her having to sign documents for the transfer of ownership of some assets. It’d sounded too farfetched at the start, but after some research on the firm with the help of a friend, it sounded valid, and she’d hoped her life was finally turning around for the better.

♥♦♥ MEET THE AUTHOR ♥♦♥

IRIS BLOBEL

Iris Blobel was born and raised in Germany and only immigrated to Australia in the late 1990s. Having had the travel bug most of her life, Iris spent quite some time living in Scotland, London as well as Canada where she met her husband. Her love for putting her stories onto paper has only emerged recently, but now her laptop is a constant companion.

Iris resides west of Melbourne with her husband and her two beautiful daughters.

Next to her job at a private school, she also presents a German Program at the local Community Radio.

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Manifesting Love #18

This is a new work in progress, The Manifesting Love Club. Four friends. All single. Some looking for love. Some not. Join these ladies as they take their friendship into a new direction, to manifest love.

Earlier, Heather introduced her idea of affirmations to manifest love. When her path crosses a handsome fellow – wearing a clown nose in public – she couldn’t be less interested. Even if he is the brother of a work associate across the hall. But he’s persistent, although a little hesitant when Heather brings up her date idea – yoga on the beach.

This week we’re writing to the prompt ‘catch.’

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Brian burst into laughter. He laughed so hard tears started to well at the corner of his eyes. “Nope…remembering the look on your face when I turned around and you saw me standing there with that red clown nose…no, ma’am…you definitely did not appear to be someone that ran around with anyone of the clown persuasion.”

“And here I am. Sitting here with you now.” A devious look appeared out of nowhere. “Despite my better judgement, I now keep company with clowns.”

“Well then, there we have it. I don’t suppose I’ll suffer from one morning of yoga on the beach. If you can hang with me and be out of your usual environment, then I can too.” He lifted his glass in a toast. “To us and unforeseen adventures.”

As Heather raised her glass, she looked up and her eyes met Brian’s steady look. date night.jpg

Unwavering, they each sat there, neither of them wanting to be the first to look away and break what felt like a magical tuning into each other.

Their server interrupted the moment for them. A clattering of plates announced a third party standing at the table, waiting for their attention before sitting the hot plates in front of them.

Conversation slowed as they ate, but neither one attacked their dish with much relish. Brian took a few bites of his steak, but spent more time gazing at his dinner companion. Heather nibbled at her salad, but spent more time pushing green leafy bits around on the plate, looking up occasionally to find her date watching her intently.

Brian finally asked. “Not hungry? Everything all right?”

She rolled a cherry tomato back and forth before looking up and offering a bashful grin. “Guess I’m just having problems focusing. My mind keeps wandering.”

“Work problems?”

“No…not work at all. More like…” She took a deep breath and plunged on, thrusting the words in between them before she chickened out. “…more like picturing what you’d look like on the beach in shorts doing yoga poses.”

He grinned in response and flexed an arm as if representing a strong, muscled man. “Ah ha! That’s it. It’s my body. And here I thought it was my sense of humor you loved. It’s my manly physique, isn’t it?”

“That’s it. Good catch. You found me out. You know all my deep dark secrets now.”

All of them?”

“Well…maybe not all of them. I might still have one or two things you don’t know about.” Her smile dimmed and her face grew serious. Although she knew the conversation was joking in nature, she thought of her double mastectomy from years back. She doubted that had ever come up in conversation. A deep seated worry nagged at her as she wondered if it would make a difference to him.

Brian reached across the table and laid his hand on top of hers. “Hey sweetkins…you want to finish dinner? Or do you want to go ahead and go? Maybe talk more at your house, where it’s more private?”

Seeing You Again — Four Foxes, One Hound

Eskape Press has been doing a Christmas in July celebration, so I thought I’d shout out my short Christmas story, Seeing You Again. It is available from Eskape Press in ebook and paperback. After twenty-five years with Sam, their lives revolving in circles that barely touched let alone overlapped, was it time Margie consigned their […]

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Manifesting Love #17

This is a new work in progress, The Manifesting Love Club. Four friends. All single. Some looking for love. Some not. Join these ladies as they take their friendship into a new direction, to manifest love.

Earlier, Heather introduced her idea of affirmations to manifest love. When her path crosses a handsome fellow – wearing a clown nose in public – she couldn’t be less interested. Even if he is the brother of a work associate across the hall. But he’s persistent.

This week we’re writing to the prompt ‘fly.’

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The next morning Heather awoke feeling spunky. As her peppermint tea heated in the microwave, she flipped on her laptop, ready to do some serious planning. As much fun as she was having with Brian, she wanted to introduce him to some of her activities and see how he’d respond. She knew that in a way it was a test. But she didn’t want to get months into a relationship, or find out she was head over heels in love with someone, and discover that he didn’t see any merit in the things that were vitally important to her life.

Heather chuckled to herself as she scrolled through pages of possibilities. There were so many activities that she liked to do, she was never at a loss for how to fill her weekends. She clicked back and forth between several different pages. She nixed several of the ideas right away. She was fairly certain that Brian would agree to those without any reservation. She wanted to find one that was more of a stretch, to see if he’d play along with her, or if he’d shut her down.

She thought Juliette’s ex, someone Heather had never liked. He was much older and very rigid and set in his ways. He only did what he wanted to do. He’d go to the movies with Juliette, but only if they saw the action flicks that he liked. He’d only eat at the places he liked. He wouldn’t go to the beach with Juliette…because he didn’t like beaches. Luckily for the girls, they rarely saw the curmudgeon – because he didn’t like spending time with Juliette’s friends. Only his.

No way was Heather going to sacrifice her favorite activities because a man in her life didn’t like those things.

The next site she looked at had the perfect idea. Heather grinned. She was looking forward to their dinner date later. A nice relaxing meal with someone she enjoyed spending time with was the perfect antidote to the past few stressful weeks. Too many late nights working up an alternative design plan had taken their toll. Coupled with another late evening the night before, even though it was hilarious watching the different comics, had Heather running on fumes.

Looking at her cup of tea that had gone cold while Heather surfed various sites, she thought about heating it back up. Instead, she decided to go lay down on the couch and close her eyes for a bit. She wanted to be wide awake for her date, and not feeling like her eyelids were closing like they did last night.

She awoke several hours later, refreshed and recharged. Glancing at the clock over the mantle, she saw she had plenty of time before Brian picked her up. She ambled down the hall towards her meditation room. It was the smallest bedroom in the house, but was the perfect size for her serene space. Opening the door, a rush of Nag Champa overtook her senses, getting her in the right frame of mind before she even began. A flick of a switch on the stereo filled the room with peaceful ocean waves, complementing the full size craggy ocean mural on one wall, offset by the turquoise walls on the other three sides. Lighting a stick of her favorite incense, Heather settled on the floor, to ground herself as she brought peace to her inner world.

An hour later, a calm and serene woman lowered herself into a foaming bubble bath. Her thoughts mentally ran through her closet, trying to choose what to wear for dinner. Most of her clothes were along the same lines, elegant and refined, but with simple lines to showcase the custom, designer jewelry she purchased from artists around town. She wanted something a little more sensual. Yet, sexy vamp wasn’t really her style either.

A little while later, standing nude in the bedroom with a towel wrapped around her head, she finally settled on a comfortable flowing skirt, topped with a satin scoop necked cami. She didn’t usually wear this top, as it dipped lower and showed off more cleavage than she was comfortable with. But for tonight, accented with a black lacy bra underneath, it was the perfect attire.

When she opened the door, and Brian’s eyes widened and lit up, Heather was glad she’d chosen this outfit. He seemed tongue tied for a moment, then got his composure and escorted her to the car.

Astonished Heather stopped and looked at the black Corvette parked in her driveway. “What? No clown-mobile tonight?”

“Nope. Left it at home tonight. I dig this one out of the garage and use for special occasions.”

This time it Heather was the uncomposed one. During the drive to the restaurant she regained her composure and by the time they pulled up at valet parking, they were chattering away like they hadn’t seen each other for weeks, instead of just the night before.

Heather was going to wait to bring up her date idea, but Brian beat her to it, asking as soon as they’d ordered. “So m’lady…you’re in charge of the next date. Did you decide what we’re going to do?”

A guilty flush spread up her cheeks. “Ummm…yes. Are you free on Saturday mornings?”

“Most the time. Unless I have an early birthday party appearance.”

“There’s a group that meets on Sunday mornings…at the beach…at a private cove…”

“I love the beach. Especially really early in the morning.”

“Me too!” Heather felt a little better, at least on one count. “It’s a class that runs an hour.”

“A class? On the beach? Sounds interesting.” Brian waited a moment as the waiter appeared with the appetizer plate they’d ordered. “What kind of class?”

yoga on beach“Yoga on the beach.”

“Yoga? Do I look like a guy that does yoga?” His voice raised in surprise.

“You could. You’d be surprised by who practices yoga. It’s documented that it benefits our bodies. For flexibility and strength, muscle strength and tone, improved circulatory health, increased energy and…”

“I get all that. I know it’s not an all woohoo, new-agey thing anymore. I guess I just never thought about it as something that I’ve ever try myself.”

He sounded like he was arguing against it, but as Heather examined his face for clues, he didn’t appear to be dead set against the idea. She thought the notion might fly after all and decided to press on. “Besides, when you met me, did I look like a person that ran around with clowns?”

Manifesting Love #16

This is a new work in progress, The Manifesting Love Club. Four friends. All single. Some looking for love. Some not. Join these ladies as they take their friendship into a new direction, to manifest love.

Earlier, Heather introduced her idea of affirmations to manifest love. When her path crosses a handsome fellow – wearing a clown nose in public – she couldn’t be less interested. Even if he is the brother of a work associate across the hall. But he’s persistent.

This week we’re writing to a picture prompt, so the snippets are short – only 300 words each.

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As much as she enjoyed the evening, the long week placating a difficult client got the better of Heather. She had difficulty keeping her eyes open. “I’m sorry. This has been fun, but I’m dead on my feet.”

Brian, usually such a clown and a jokester, was sympathetic and understanding. “Let’s get you home, before you fall face first in that chocolate martini.”

As they exited the comedy club, he nodded towards the barn red sign hanging across the street. “I was going to suggest a nice dinner afterwards. They have the best poached salmon. But I don’t think you’re up for it tonight.”

“Definitely not tonight. It sounds delightful. Raincheck?”

“You free tomorrow night?”

“I am. I even promise that I’ll sleep in the meantime so I can keep my eyes open.”

“It’s a plan. I have a children’s party in the afternoon. It should wrap up around four. Five at the latest.” A sudden twinkle made his eyes shine brightly. “I can come straight from the party and pick you up.”

“Oh no you don’t. I’m not tired enough to catch that. You’d pick me up in full clown regalia, wouldn’t you?”

A satisfied smirk was his silent answer.

“You’d enjoy that, wouldn’t you? Taking me out to a nice restaurant clad in your ruffles, big shoes and clown makeup.”

“Bet you haven’t been on a date like that before.”

Heather laughed in response. “No. That would be a first. But that’s okay…I can live without that experience. You go home first and change into Regular Brian. Then come pick me up.”

He reached up and flicked her nose. “Party pooper.”

“And then…the next date I get to choose. To make up for you using our meeting in your routine.” Heather rubbed her hands together in devious delight.

Manifesting Love Club #15

This is a new work in progress, The Manifesting Love Club. Four friends. All single. Some looking for love. Some not. Join these ladies as they take their friendship into a new direction, to manifest love.

Earlier, Heather introduced her idea of affirmations to manifest love. When her path crosses a handsome fellow – wearing a clown nose in public – she couldn’t be less interested. Even if he is the brother of a work associate across the hall. But he’s persistent.

This week we’re writing to the prompt ‘write.’

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Instead of a hot date with her pillow as expected, a few hours later Heather found herself parked at a table at the local comedy club.

Her mind drifted to her friend’s proclamation about the newest wonder guy in her life. She’d tried calling Corecia back before she left the house. To her dismay, it only rang and went to voice mail. Heather knew that Corecia’s phone was a permanent extension, always in hand or on the table in front of her. So if she didn’t answer, she must be doing the hot and heavy with the new guy. After hearing her pal’s enthusiasm about the affirmations, she couldn’t wait until she talked to her and heard more about her experiences and how she’d met this new guy. Especially since Corecia claimed that she hadn’t met him at a club. That in itself was a remarkable step forward.

A round of applause brought her attention back to comedian on the stage. She wondered what she’d missed as her mind wandered. She doubted she’d missed much. So far the fellow performing wasn’t anyone she’d make an effort to see again. Oh, he tried, she’d give him that, but as far as making her laugh, he fell far short in that arena. He got an ‘A’ for effort, but not for results. She hoped that when Brian’s turn came up, he was as funny on stage as he was in person.

Half-hearted claps signaled the end of this performer’s fifteen minutes of trying to woo the audience. As if summoned by her thoughts, Brian was the next one to step out on stage. Heather had wondered if he’d appear with his favorite clown nose perched in the middle of his face. He didn’t. Evidently, he saved that for his children’s shows. The dapper young man in the navy linen shirt over freshly pressed khakis wouldn’t be mistaken for a comedian out trolling for laughs. Until he opened his mouth.

The crowd responded to his routine with hoots, hollers, and genuine belly laughter. The lines rolled off his lips with a blasé casualness that Heather knew by now was anything but casual. He’d heard him studying his lines and working on the timing of jokes. She knew that hours of careful work went into his skit. She laughed so hard that she clutched her sides.

The laugh caught in her throat when she heard these words come out of his mouth. “So, you know what happens when the guy with the clown nose runs into a gorgeous blond at the snack machine?”

ACNJ clown nose guys he described a buffoon of a guy running around in public, complete with clown nose and clown car, the audience roared. When he talked of the disdain the beautiful girl showed, Heather wante
d to curl up and die. She hadn’t realized that he was totally serious about using real life experiences as material.
When he pulled the infamous red bulb from his pocket and stuck it smack dab on his nose, the group cheered. He winked at Heather before uttering his final line. “But, ladies and gentlemen…write this down…the clown always gets his girl.”

As the applauding audience stood and gave Brian a standing ovation, Heather joined them. Everyone had enjoyed his routine so much, she decided that she’d forgive him for talking about how they met.