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Show time!
Amanda looked hurriedly at Joe, shirt untucked, but chest untouched, and she was still all ironed and buttoned. “We don’t look like we’ve been doing anything!” she wailed. The doorbell rang again. “This is supposed to look torrid. Avery has to think he doesn’t stand a chance.”
Joe lowered his voice. “This was your idea. What are we supposed to do? Get a little down and dirty on the carpet and just let Avery walk right in?”
The doorbell rang for a third time.
“I’m coming,” Joe yelled, still standing several feet away from Amanda, looking completely untorrid.
“Look, if this were a real date, what would Avery expect to find?” She wanted to know exactly what was the current fashion for being found in flagrante delicto.
Joe’s smile was slow, but smoky. “Babe, if this were for real, you’d be lucky to have your socks.”
Wow.
Dear Reader,
I love New York; I have always loved New York. However, there seems to be a whole side to the city and the people that gets forgotten in all the glamour and glitz. And that was my inspiration for Joe, all surly exterior and tough-guy looks, but who can still see great things in an ordinary world.
I started writing this story before September 11 of last year, and finished it afterward. Joe changed as I started telling his tale. He wasn’t as carefree, nor was he as prone to crack jokes; he even got a little cranky. Yet in his character I found something special and strong, something warm and vibrant, willing to fight against all odds.
That something was the spirit of the city. This one’s for you.
Kathleen O’Reilly
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Contents
1
BACK ME UPON THIS, PLEASE!
Joe Barrington refocused on the tiny letters that were precisely inked into the cocktail napkin, working to scramble the letters into a happier meaning.
Well, she’d actually done it. After twenty-one years of fighting her own battle in futility, she had decided to ask for his help. He should tell her no.
His mouth even formed the words, but when Joe looked up and stared into the fathomless blue eyes of Amanda Sedgewick, he knew he was as perfectly cooked as the Manhattan restaurant’s world famous pâté de foie gras.
Damn. Well, he wouldn’t go down without a fight.
“No,” he mouthed the words. He shook his head, just in case she missed what he was saying.
“Please.” Amanda mouthed back him, shooting one of those helpless female looks that under different circumstances might have worked wonders on him.
However, he’d never been one of those knights who rode around saving damsels in distress. Nope. Not even close. There were chinks in his armor. Big chinks. Huge chinks.
With a heavy sigh, he stared across the pristine tablecloth at the proud visage of Dr. Avery Barrington, III, his big brother, who was currently studying the wine list like it was the Wall Street Journal. And there sat Joe’s biggest chink.
Avery. The whole world revolved around Avery.
Before Avery had reached the advanced age of eight, he had mapped out his entire future. Mainly because in elementary school, life really sucked for guys named Avery. First, he was going to become a doctor in order to get rich just to spite those bullies who picked on the Averys of the world. And second, to further their torment, he was equally determined to marry the most beautiful girl at Neil Armstrong Elementary, who just
