Chapter 22

• Henry pretended to be busy unpacking but occasionally his eyes strayed to the bed. He couldn't help it. From the little he'd seen and heard, Marjorie was close to Ray meaning he would see her around. A lot. And while half of him wanted to keep seeing her, the other half warned him about getting distracted. He'd moved here to start afresh. It would take a lot of time and effort to accomplish his goals, to make a name for himself. Wanting to see more of Marjorie alone, was a problem. Already he knew that he'd give up a lot, to be with her for one day. She was stunning, the most beautiful woman he'd ever seen actually, and he was spellbound. He wanted to know her, make her smile or laugh so those dimples of hers could make an appearance. All this after just meeting her in less than an hour. What would he do after a day, week, month? If he didn't distance himself from her, she'd have him wrapped around her finger in no time. He couldn't allow a woman to get to him. Not now when he was so close to achieving his dreams.
• "So Henry, tell me about yourself" she said moving to stand beside him by the closet. Since he was squatting down, arranging his shoes he had an eyeful of her legs and steeled his resolve. Don't think about those legs wrapped around your shoulders. Don't think about it.
• "Marjorie is it?"