Destination Barcelona
Lori Osterberg
Published on April 12, 2016
“Two days. I only have two full days left. So what are we going to do about it?” Casey had thought about it all morning long. She knew what she wanted. But did he?
Jordi ran his fingers through his hair. “If you don’t want this, we can stop right here. Go back to the beginning, back to having you as my client. It’s probably the safest way to go.”
“Safety’s overrated. Trust me, I know.” She was scared. But not too scared to finally speak her mind. “A week ago I was desperately lonely, knowing my only daughter was leaving me and starting a life of her own. I saw myself as an ex-wife with no direction, nothing to look forward to. Yes, it was pathetic, and I know that. But that doesn’t change what I felt. Then a chance encounter brings me to Spain and introduces me to you. This is crazy. We live thousands of miles apart. We don’t even speak the same language.” She leaned back in her chair, trying to figure it all out.
Jordi felt the fear inside soften. He reached for her hand. “Hello? I do speak English, you know. Or have you not noticed that this past week?”
Casey scoffed at his comment. “You know what I mean. I mean we’re from two different worlds, two different cultures. We can’t even be together because of passport and visa issues. And this is how we want to start something?”
“I know. Trust me, I’ve thought about all this a hundred times over the past couple of days. Don’t think I haven’t.” His head hurt from thinking about it so much.
Casey gave him a puzzled look. “You have?” Now she knew she was more than a little out of touch. Chalk one up to being with one person for too long. “So now what?”
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