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Sarah MacKenzie’s Apartment
Number
201, The Washington
Harm
and Mac were now having dinner and
“Gee
Harm, shooting that Navy recruitment commercial wasn’t enough, you just had to go
and command an entire television series” Mac said jokingly.
“Hey,
what can I say. I warned you about the power of the dress whites and gold wings”
Harm said somewhat smugly.
Mac
rolled her eyes at his high self-esteem. She couldn’t deny the truth could she.
Not any more.
“We
really have got to stop ourselves from getting into these crazy schemes of
Webb’s, don’t we Mac.” Harm mused, half serious.
“_You_
stop getting yourself involved so I don’t have to jump in to save your sorry
butt.” Harm merely shook his head and continued eating, she always had a
comeback ready and it was usually always right on the nail.
“So
tell me more about this guy that you seem to have quite a high opinion of Mac.”
“Alex
Michel?”
“Ha!
–Michelle- what kind of girl’s name is that? _He_ was probably a _she_”
Harm said. He knew he was taking cheap shots at this guy, but anything would do
if it knocked this illusive god from his high pedestal on Mac’s list.
“Well
if he did have a sex change, I’ll have to find out who the plastic surgeon was,
cause he still looks like one hec of a good-looking male to me” Mac sparred right
back, smiling cheekily.
“Kinky,
Mac” was all Harm could think of in reply, giving her a long speculative look
and smirk. “So what’s so good about him anyway that’s got all the women after
him?”
“Hmm
let’s see … thirty-two years of age, six feet tall, Management Consultant,
graduated from Harvard, MBA from Stanford. Plus ‘charming, hilarious, and
intelligent’ according to his own words. And well, like I said he’s one fine male
specimen. Tall, dark and handsome and that killer smile … whoa! I swear he gets
the ladies swooning just by that smile.” Mac elaborated teasingly, knowing full
well the comparison wasn’t going to sit easily with the flyboy’s ego.
Harm
scowled, “Come on, there are plenty of other men who are ‘tall, dark and
handsome’ Mac, and a lot better looking too. I’ve glanced at this guy’s picture
in the files and I do not see anything attractive about him.
“Geez
Harm, I would hope not. If you find him as attractive as I do, I’d be really
worried” Mac joked.
Undeterred,
Harm continued his cause for the rest of mankind. “Anyway, the rest of the male
population don’t need to get on some cheesy TV show to have others set up women
for them.”
He
hadn’t outright referred to himself as one that belonged to the category of the
‘tall, dark and handsome’ but, there was no doubt in Mac’s mind that he was invariably
doing so. “Well if you meet someone with the looks and availability, introduce
him to me will ya Harm. I’m definitely on the market.”
No
you’re not, Harm wanted to argue, but settled for a narrow-eyed look at her.
“Maybe, I know someone already” he said casually.
“Like
who, yourself?” Mac challenged him, suddenly solemn.
Harm
stared, unprepared for the sudden shift in the tone of their conversation.
Unsurprisingly, he took his usual course of action.
“No”
he denied. An uncomfortable silence followed and he could only look on
hopelessly as another flash of disappointment and hurt graced Mac’s features
before it was hidden away. Desperately needing to bring back the equilibrium in
their peaceful evening so far as Mac looked away, he struggled for something to
say to break the tension.
Stabbing
another bean, he waved his fork in the air. “Mac, a guy’s gotta take care of
himself. I take pride in my physique, unlike skinny geek Michelle.” It worked.
Mac’s delightful laughter broke through the thickness that had gathered in the
air.
“Sorry
to burst your bubble Harm, but ahh …” Mac paused, searching for the least
offensive term to use on the overly sensitive male sitting across from her.
“You’ve … beefed up quite a bit in the last couple of years.”
Harm
stopped chewing completely to exclaim indignantly, “_beefed_ up?!”
Mac
gave him an obvious eye over. “You can’t tell me that you haven’t put on any
weight since your thirties Harm.”
“It’s
called muscles, Mac” Harm retorted defensively.
She
would’ve snorted if she didn’t have a few peas in her mouth. “Yea, you just
keep riiight on believing that Flyboy.” Harm looked speechless, then
highly insulted with what now looked like a pout on his lips. Grinning, she
went back to her food.
Harm
was indeed feeling in the mood for a good sulk right now. If only he could take
off thirty odd years to his age. Ok, so he wasn’t as trim as he used to be and yes,
he’d admittedly put on just a _tiny_ bit of body fat. It was only
normal. She really didn’t have to be so insulting. It was his meatless meatloaf
all over again.
Harm
pushed back his plate with a small inaudible sigh. Suddenly, his
appetite had disappeared.