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â€œSo youâ€™re a doctor?â€ Claudia asked, making small talk as they stood poolside in the hot evening air.
Even with the bright yellow sun dipping below the horizon, the humidity soared. Sometimes it was so bad, Claudia thought she needed gills to breath. She gripped the stem of the delicate wine glass in her hand, eyeing Sexy Man, MD. He took a long swig of his Grolsh beer and she watched his Adamâ€™s apple bob as he swallowed. He made a sexy ahh sound before turning his attention back to her, his smoky gray eyes landing on her.
Behind her, Tony cursed a string of expletives at the gas grill. Apparently, he had the heat too high and flames spewed upward when he opened the lid.
â€œYes, I am.â€ Blake glanced Tonyâ€™s way, a questioning look flickering over his suntanned face. â€œShould I help him?â€
â€œNah,â€ Claudia answered, watching the near disaster take place. â€œHe hasnâ€™t burned the house down yet.â€
Blake chuckled, a deep rumble in his chest. â€œGood to know.â€
â€œGayle tells me you and Tony play tennis. Is that how you know each other?â€
â€œHell, no!â€ Tony shouted from the other end of the patio.
Claudia cleared her throat and took a sip of wine to stifle the giggle at the embarrassed look Blake gave her.
â€œDr. Marsh there is my Popsâ€™ cardiologist.â€
â€œA heart doctor. Iâ€™m impressed.â€ And she was too.
â€œWhat do you do, Claudia?â€ He seemed uncomfortable talking about himself and turned the point of interest to her.
â€œI write a newspaper column for the Star Telegram,â€ she said.
â€œNo kidding? Now, Iâ€™m impressed.â€
â€œDonâ€™t be. I suck at it, really.â€
â€œDonâ€™t listen to her, Blake,â€ Gayle tossed over her shoulder as she exited the house. She headed for her husband and the burning grill. â€œSheâ€™s a wonderful writer.â€
â€œWaitâ€¦â€ Realization dawned in his smoky eyes. â€œYou write Slice of Life, donâ€™t you?â€ She could only nod, feeling rather mortified. â€œIâ€™ve read that column. Riveting stuff.â€
â€œYes, Iâ€™m sure Life As A Goldfish could seriously be called riveting.â€ She took another sip of her cabernet sauvignon and tried not to sound sarcastic.
â€œI liked that column,â€ he said. â€œIt was a unique point of view.â€
â€œFrom the goldfish?â€ She raised a questioning brow at him and shook her head. â€œNow youâ€™re just being nice.â€
Behind them, Tony let loose another string of colorful metaphors. Gayle used her handy spray bottle full of water to douse the flames. Claudia and Blake glanced at each other before bursting into laughter.
â€œAre you sure he wonâ€™t burn down the house?â€ Blake leaned toward her, his voice dropped low in a conspiratorial tone.
â€œAre you kidding? Do you know what the price tag to replace these digs would be?â€
Â© Michelle Miles, 2005