Deborah Mello - In the Light of Love

“You’d love to see Africa from a five-star hotel with an experienced guide. Not with ten college students and a sleeping bag on a schoolroom floor.”

Leila laughed. “So, next year you and I will go and we’ll use my travel agent instead of yours.”

Talisa laughed with her, her head bobbing up and down against her shoulders. She reached a palm into the air, her fingers waving excitedly. “Oh, oh, oh!” she exclaimed. “Did I tell you what my mother did?”

Eyebrows raised, Leila shook her head from side to side. “No. What’s happened this time?”

“The hottie doctor called me. Not once, not twice, but three or four times.

And she forgot to give me the messages.”

“Your doctor from the auction? That doctor?”

Talisa nodded, pulling a forkful of salad to her lips.

Leila giggled. “I told you your mother was losing her mind. You don’t get half the messages I leave for you. That’s why I only call your cell now.”

“I was so upset with her.”

“Did you call him back at least?”

“I tried. Dr. Becton has left the country for the next twelve months,” Talisa said, mimicking the only response she’d been able to get out of his nurse.

“Where did he go?”

Talisa shrugged, dejection painting a look of frustration across her face. “I don’t have a clue. No one will say.”

Her friend shook her head. “Oh, well. You win some and you lose some.”

“Damn, Leila,” Talisa muttered, tossing her hands into the air. “First, I didn’t think he was interested. Then he calls and my mother ruins it for me. I’ve lost him twice now and we haven’t even managed a conversation long enough to make a date.”

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