Chapter 90

On the next street, Betty plopped on her bed with a smile etched in her own face, too. She was recollecting the drive back home with the hunk. The feeling was so surreal; she had never ever felt that way about any man all her life.

"Is this what love at first sight means?" She whispered to herself and then quickly reminded herself that Grant said nothing about love to her and, from all indications, he may not be single. He actually looked too old to be a single guy.

She got up and went to the kitchen to drink water, wishing that her sister was around to talk to about it. 

"I want Grant," she muttered to herself. "If he's single." She shrugged, "one cannot tell, he may be divorced."

"It's okay, Betty Andrews, get a grip on yourself," she chided herself as she closed the fridge door. "Don't get ahead of yourself.” 

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Becky smiled into his eyes; he laid his hands on the cabinet by the sink. They were so close, she could smell his aftersha