She called Cindy to see if she wanted to go to Hoffman’s and help her to celebrate the nursery. Cindy said yes. If Wendy needed a distraction, she knew Hoffman’s was where she’d go, plus she liked the gaiety and fellowship around her.
Brad was in a good mood. Between songs his banter turned to cute little innuendoes, one directed at Cindy. Over the mic he asked, “How’s Maggie today?” To the audience it could be a friend or a dog, but Cindy called a rag doll she kept on her bed, Maggie. Cindy laughed and Wendy pretended she didn’t have any idea what the conversation involved, but of course, he knew she knew.
During his next break Brad circulated around the room. Girls loved to hang on him. He never stopped to talk to Wendy, but she felt relief because she had no idea what she’d say anyway. Brad and Cindy talked before he returned for another set.
Cindy whispered to Wendy, “I’m going to Brad’s tomorrow.”
Wendy and Cindy exchanged smiles, and then Wendy looked away as if something caught her eye, but really, she turned to hide her jealous feelings.
At home Wendy dropped onto the sofa, not particularly proud of her obsessed thoughts. She was completely taken with Brad, not just his voice, but his great body, his face, his smile, and his disposition. She still didn’t know much about Brad, but she knew she loved to be around him. How could she stop her feelings? He was the man she wished she could be with…strong, handsome, and caring. She admired his happy and friendly personality.
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