Katriena Knights

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Six short stories by Katriena Knights:

Zoe's Voice--He's not sure who she is, but if she'll keep talking to him in that voice, he'll give her everything.

Second Chances--He had something important to say. She misunderstood--bigtime. He wants to try again--this time without his foot in his mouth.

The Test--The test is positive. What now?

Hope, and Glory--Glory moved away a long time ago. Now she's back, and things are looking up.

Dinner for Two--Lauren won dinner with the third-grade teacher. Her daughter thinks she should go, but Lauren's not so sure.

The Gift--Affrick has loved Gilly since they were children. How will she catch his attention now that he's decided to wed again? (Scottish historical.)

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Her name was Zoë Carmichael. That was all he knew. Except that she had a voice that made his toes curl and his blood pulse.
 

And she’d be here in five minutes.
 

Brett Evans glanced at his watch. Make that two minutes.
 

She’d called him last night trying to solicit a donation for the Special Olympics. Or was it the March of Dimes? It didn’t matter—the minute he’d heard that voice he’d promised her two thousand dollars. But she had to pick up the check in person.
 

One minute. His heartbeat sped to a gallop. That voice . . . it had been unbelievable. It should have been illegal. She’d probably persuaded men all over the city to fork over huge amounts of cash, and they probably couldn’t remember what charity it was, either. If she was half as sexy as she sounded, he was dead meat.
 

Brett looked at his watch again and wondered if he should leave. She could be totally different from what he expected, and he’d be embarrassed and disappointed and out two thousand dollars. Or she could be exactly like he expected and he’d be putty in her hands and still out two thousand dollars. Either way it seemed he wasn’t coming out too well.
 

It’s time, he thought. She’s late.
 

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She actually wasn’t late—she’d been watching him from the bar. He looked normal, she thought, all clean-cut and expensively suited. She’d thought he might be a lunatic—nobody had ever asked her to pick up a check in person before.
 

Nobody had ever pledged her two grand, either. That was the only reason she was here. Nobody made her idle promises and got away with it. If his offer to give her the money in person had been a ploy to get out of the donation, he was in for a rude awakening.
 

He didn’t look like he was trying to weasel out of anything, though. He kept shifting in his chair and looking at his watch, at the door, at his watch again.
 

Maybe he was a lunatic, after all. But a cute lunatic.
 

Well, even if he was a lunatic, he wasn’t likely to do anything too crazy in the middle of a crowded restaurant in broad daylight. And Zoë wanted her two thousand dollars. It was for the kids, after all.