“Oh, excuse me. I didn’t realize you had— Hey, what is that?” She pointed at my AirPod.
“They’re the new AirPods. Perfect sound without the bothersome cord. They connect to your phone or any other device by Bluetooth.”
“Well, I’ll be… Janine, check this out!” She looked over her shoulder to her three approaching friends. Apparently, the leader of the posse was named Janine.
The bedazzled word Diva on her impossibly white ball cap threw tiny rainbows on her friend’s face and chest as she spoke to her. “Honey, don’t point at him like he’s a piece of meat. I’m sure he has a name. And I saw him the minute we walked in. You’d have to be unconscious not to.” Janine gave me a conspiratorial wink, like we were sharing a joke at her friend’s expense. Except, when I thought about it further, it was really at mine.
She pushed her way past her friend and offered her hand. “Forgive my friend here. She doesn’t get out much. We signed her out for a few hours before the nurses came by with her medication.”
I took the offered hand and turned it over to place a light kiss on the slope of her inner wrist, but not before noticing the enormous pear-shaped diamond on her ring finger. And I’m talking enormous, as in “my husband works like a dog and we never have sex, but he buys me whatever I want” enormous. The way her mouth hung open after I grinned at her reinforced my assessment.
“Pleased to meet you, Janine. Oliver—”
“Connely. Shit! You’re Oliver Connely!” She stammered and stared, and I had to admit, the effect never got old. For all the emotional scars they’d dealt me, I was eternally grateful to my parents for the physical attributes they’d bestowed upon me. Gene pool for the win.
“I am.” I grinned again, motioning to the ladies to make themselves comfortable in the neighboring lounge chairs. It was becoming clear we were going to be spending the afternoon together.
“You live here? In this complex?” Janine commandeered the seat next to mine.
“I do. I’m sorry, but I think you ladies have me at a disadvantage. You already knew my name, and now you know where I live. How about some introductions?”
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