| Jacy locked herself in her computer room, as much to avoid and dagger-like glares or cutting remarks as to give herself some privacy. She sat down at her computer to find her files and get her manuscript formatted, when something told her to check her mail. She quickly logged in and scrolled through her new messages and found what she was looking for: hey jacy, =o) missed you at the bookstore today. i kinda had something to tell you. can you come tomorrow? it won't take long, i promise. how's the manuscript coming? tell me what time. hopefully i will see you soon. tay Jacy's hands shook as she answered his note. This was the first time he'd specifically asked to meet her. Usually, they just "happened" to meet, though both knew this was not really the case. Whatever it was, he felt it was important enough to ask and that made her afraid. She could feel it in her bones and the pit of her stomach. He was leaving, but she typed her answer anyway. hi tay! :) no time for the bookstore today *sigh* too much other stuff to do. i am sorry i missed you as well. :( manuscript is a pain in my backside, but i am making a little progress. thank you for asking. i can be at the bookstore by around 2:30 or 3:00? which one is best for you? can't wait to hear your news. lemme know, okay? definately see you soon. J Jacy left her internet connection on as she worked on her manuscript, knowing he would most definitely answer her tonight. It was hard for her to keep her mind on her work, all the while wondering when he was leaving and for how long. She tried to think of how she'd manage to be in the bookstore to write when she knew he would not be coming in for weeks, maybe months. She shook her head again, to clear it and got back to work. She worked until her neck and shoulders started to cramp and her eyes were stinging from the effort to concentrate on the screen. She leaned back in her chair and stretched, listening to the joints in her spine and neck pop as the decompressed. She had a tendency to hunch over the keyboard as she typed, and the tyrant refused to buy her a comfortable chair for the computer room. She groaned as she leaned back down to finish up and close out the programs she had open. She was just about to click the "sign out" button when the tone that told her she had a new e-mail sounded. She quickly clicked on the "open" button when she saw his e-mail address pop up in the window. JACY! =o) glad you can make it! i will see you at 3:00. i hope you have made more progress on your manuscript, and i am looking forward to seeing you. sweet dreams! tay Jacy couldn't keep from smiling as she read his note, then quickly deleted it. As much as she'd have liked to save his notes, she couldn't make herself keep them, afraid that a certain nosy dictator would snoop, find them, and think the worst. A scenario she was not prepared to deal with, considering no one would ever know Taylor Hanson had ever been a part of her life. She was pretty sure that even though every one in the bookstore knew him, no one had a clue as to who she was. She intended to keep it that way. She closed out her computer programs, shut the thing down and turned it off, then tiptoed her way to bed. She climbed between her sheets carefully, determined to keep her good mood and not wake the sleeping dragon, snoring loud enough to wake the dead. She covered herself, rolled onto her side and let the echo of her last conversation with Taylor lull her to sleep. |