Schwartz

Maja Nord

She was busy going through the brochures she had gathered, the day before. Poring over them, bespectacled and lost in thought, with a black ski cap perched on her head, she did not see Handsome James had entered to join her on the wide patio until he sat down across from her. The fresh smell of the citrus soap or was it cologne, she associated with him, made her look up sharply. Once again, her heart plummeted and then began to pound so loudly, she was sure he could hear her. Why did the man look so delectable at eight in the morning?

No one had the right to look so casually handsome. So …so…delectable.

Maja herself was draped in her old grey sweats and a long john that had seen better days a lifetime ago, something that made her look like an astronaut, as her daughter had informed her kindly. She pulled in her tummy, wishing that she had not indulged herself so well on Proserpina Delano’s delicious food the night before. Maja was ashamed of her pear-shaped body but nothing