I'm back with The Love Talisman, a sweet romance.
Ellie has woken up late after drinking too much after her jerky boyfriend stood her up again.
Today's excerpt starts with her getting ready for work.
Ellie almost had the door closed before Kelley called back.
“He’s not good enough for you.”
She closed the door without answering. Even her landlady felt the need to comment on her love life. Mr. Bigg plopped down by the kitchen entrance and meowed plaintively several times. A non-cat person would think he was merely hungry. She knew better. Got the coffee maker going before she finished listening to her feline dress down. “I know you don’t like him either, I’ll admit he’s not good with cats.”
Her cat gave a definite meow. The cat agreed. Of course, he did. A juicy exhale of the pop-top of his cat food causes an impatient tail switch. In too much of a hurry to scrape the food out, she placed the can on the floor. Her fluffy Persian cast a disdainful look at the can before he picked at the food.
Ellie rolled her eyes. Mr. Bigg could outdo any diva, feline or human. He had definite preferences and Justin wasn’t one of them. “I know you don’t like him,” she responded as she pushed the bread into the toaster. “It isn’t so easy to meet men after a certain age. The majority of them are married or in a relationship by twenty-five. As for the rest,” she sighed before continuing, “it’s obvious why they aren’t.”
The image of Kelley listening while scrubbing her kitchen sink, which happened to be on the other side of the wall, stilled her explanation. Mr. Bigg stopped eating and looked up at the interruption.
Um yeah, she usually talked as he ate. It made her feel less lonely and apparently, he expected it. The coffee gurgled to a stop and the toast popped up. Breakfast of Champions or time-stressed accountants. Coffee in one hand and toast in the other she made her way to the bedroom.
As she dressed and munched her way through breakfast, she glanced at her rumpled bed. How much did Kelley hear? Memories of her previous apartment with the loud talker underneath her made her cringe a little as she stepped into her flats. Often, she wore heels or even platforms to compensate for her height. Not today didn’t have time. The clock, which hadn’t gone off for some reason, showed she was already ninety minutes behind schedule. She’d have to drive to each construction site to hand-deliver the checks before she could even start today’s work. “Thanks, Justin, you A-hole.” Mr. Bigg strolled into the room adding his meow to her complaint.