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Like all males, this one was a sucker for a back massage and he leaned into her skillful hands with a blissful moan. Rebecca’s curly red hair frizzed, tickling her cheeks as she worked suds into the Powder Puff Chinese Crested.
With the teenagers at school, Rebecca sang along to the tune of “Uptown Girl,” booming from the light-rock station. Sounding pretty good, she blasted out the words she knew, substituting “doggie paws” where her memory failed.
She took her hand off the Crested to swipe a strand of hair out of her eyes. Of course the dog took advantage of the freedom and shook, splattering water and suds everywhere. “Darn you little rascal.”
She twitched at the doggie bath water dribbling down her face. Glancing at the mirror, she dabbed her cheeks with her shirt sleeve. The suds in the hair would have to wait.
As she reached for the warm water spray hose, a muffled doorbell rang. Her eyes shot to a plastic black-and-white Chihuahua clock, its tail wagging to the tick of each half-second. Ten minutes early and he’s at the wrong door. Can’t people read the sign? She fastened the grooming loop on the Crested and folded up the side panel of the stainless steel bath to ensure the dog’s safety.
Dashing from her studio, she opened the door of her Southern New Jersey home. With a sharp jolt, her breath caught as a friendly grin and smiling sky-blue eyes gazed down at her. “Hi, I’m Matt Johnson.”
Rebecca stood motionless. Her mouth hung open, her mind unable to focus.
Though his deep bass had resonated on the phone, she didn’t expect someone quite so tall or handsome. Fortyish? He had to be close to her age. With an uncharacteristic wave of self-consciousness, Rebecca slid her fingers through her mop of sudsy hair. “Um, you’re early. Come in. I’m Rebecca Lee.”