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  That Beautiful Orange Gown

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  Misty Malone

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  Malone, Misty

  That Beautiful Orange Gown

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  Table of Contents:

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  About Misty Malone

  Ebook Offer

  Blushing Books Newsletter

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  Chapter One

  Nick Farrington was feeling relaxed and happy as he sat by the window in his favorite restaurant and finished his lunch. Earlier that morning he'd said good-bye to a couple who had been clients of his for almost five years. That was a long time for him to work with someone, but this couple had badly needed his help.

  He thought back a moment to when he first met the Hutchinsons. Mitch and Alice had been referred to him by a bank that had been unable to give them a car loan because of their disastrous credit rating. Alice broke down in his office and cried on their first visit when she heard what all they would have to do and how long it would take to dig out of the hole they'd found themselves in. Nick hadn't felt real confident they'd stick with his plan when they left that day, partly because he knew how difficult it would be. But moreover, he could tell Alice wasn't really on board with the whole plan.

  Mitch hadn't realized the extent of the financial situation they found themselves in until he was sitting in Nick's office looking at all the paperwork. Once he did, however, he was determined to fix it, no matter what it took or how long, but Nick could tell Alice wasn't as convinced.

  But to Nick's surprise, they'd made it. It wasn't easy, and there had been plenty of ups and downs, but with Nick's help and Mitch's determination, they'd made it. They had concentrated first on getting their bills caught up. Once everything was current, he steered them toward small rewards, like replacing the old car that was costing them money for repairs on a regular basis.

  They were able to make slow and steady progress, and today they, along with the bank, owned their own home, two fairly new cars, had enough in savings to cover three months of living expenses, had been making regular deposits to a retirement account, and had started a college fund for their two kids. So this morning, almost five years after first meeting them, he released them as clients. Nick was proud of them, but his biggest delight was seeing how proud they were of themselves.

  These are the days he loves his job as a credit counselor and financial planner. Days like this made up for the seemingly endless days of listening to people whine about how much everything costs and how unfair it is that their neighbor makes so much more than them.

  There were people out there who truly needed his help, who had gotten backed into a financial corner because of something beyond their control, such as unexpected medical bills, or a factory that suddenly shuts down and leaves them without a job. He was more than happy to help them, and they normally worked with him, appreciating his help.

  It was the ones who he considered to be the spoiled rich people that he didn't like working with. They had plenty of money to live on, but refused to live within their means. They didn't want to drive a Ford, they wanted a Cadillac. Then, when they didn't make their payments on the Cadillac and it was repossessed, they wanted the company sued and their car returned to them. Those were the people he despised working with, and unfortunately, that group seemed to be the largest growing group of new clients lately.

  He pushed his mind off of those and back to the Hutchinsons. They were the kind of clients who made you feel good and made you glad you could help them.

  With that pleasant thought in mind, he went to the register to pay for his lunch. He got his credit card out and was ready when he noticed the lady ahead of him seemed to be having a problem.

  "I'm sorry, ma'am, but your credit card was rejected," the cashier said.

  "What? It shouldn't have been. Could you try it again, pl
ease?"

  The cashier looked skeptical, but slid the card through again. "Sorry, it's still not taking it."

  "There must be some kind of mistake," the pretty lady insisted. "It's been working fine."

  "Sorry. Do you have another card you'd like me to try, or cash?"

  "I don't carry cash on me," the lady, who was starting to look frazzled, said. "And I only carry one credit card on me at a time for security reasons."

  Nick couldn't help but notice the lady's attire. She was dressed in what he assumed was business attire, and the clothes were nice; not inexpensive. He wondered if there was a problem with her card, or if the problem was that the card was over its limit. Either way, she was definitely starting to panic, and he felt sorry for her. She hadn't lashed out at the cashier, as many people would have done. He appreciated that.

  Noting the name on her credit card and not wanting to embarrass her, he gently laid a hand on her arm. "Emily, nice to see you," he said in a friendly manner. "I had a problem with my credit card once, too. Let me get this for you." He handed his card and bill to the cashier, who smiled and quickly rang up both bills. He looked back down at the pretty little lady looking up at him, obviously confused. "Let me sign this and we'll go outside where it's not so crowded, so we can talk. It's good to see you."

  The cashier gave him his card back and the receipt. He signed it, thanked her, and led the confused lady out the door with a gentle hand on her elbow. He steered them toward his car, away from the building and other patrons. As soon as he stopped, she pulled her arm free. "Uh, I don't know you. Who are you, and what do you want?"

  "My name's Nick Farrington, and I really don't want anything. I saw you were having a difficult time and thought I'd offer a little help."

  She squinted her eyes as she studied him. "Thank you, but what's the catch?"

  Nick chuckled. "There really is no catch. I've had a good day today and thought I could help someone who isn't having quite as good a day. That's really all there is to it."

  "Then, thank you," she said. "My name's Emily Hollinger. If you give me your name and address I'll get the money to you." She paused a moment. "Are you sure you don't want anything? I still feel like there's some kind of catch."

  "Nope, no catch," he said. "I was going to suggest you let me take you out for dinner as repayment, but I'm afraid you'll think there are strings attached to the invitation. I can assure you there aren't."

  She squinted her eyes to study him again. "I don't know," she hedged.

  He chuckled again. "That's okay, I don't want you to feel uneasy. I hope your day gets better, Emily, and good luck getting your credit card straightened out."

  Before she could come up with something even semi-intelligent to respond with, he got in his car and started it. "Wait," she yelled suddenly. "I need your address."

  "This one's on me," he said as he put his car in gear.

  "But how can I pay you back?"

  "Pay it forward if you want to," he said as he started to drive off. "Nice to meet you, Emily."

  Just like that, he was gone. Emily stood there, watching his car vanish out of sight, thinking back on what had just happened. As she thought about it, she couldn't believe how stupid she'd been. A tall, gorgeous man with dark hair and beautiful blue eyes just asked her out. What she knew about him was that besides his good looks, he was obviously kind and generous, and she turned down his invitation for dinner.

  She shook her head, not believing how stupid she could be at times, and went to her car and back to work.

  Concentrating on work proved to be difficult, though. Her mind kept wandering back to Mr. Nick Farrington. "Earth to Emily," came a familiar voice from the doorway.

  She looked up and smiled at her good friend, Kelli Douglas. "Hi, Kelli."

  "What are you thinking about, because it sure isn't work?"

  "Oh, nothing," she denied. "Need something?"

  "Yep," her relentless friend answered as she sat down in front of Emily's desk. "I need the details of what's on your mind. I asked you two questions and you didn't even know I was here, so don't tell me nothing. What were you thinking about?"

  Knowing it would do no good to hide anything from the lady who'd been her best friend since childhood and knew her better than anyone else, she answered. "I met a terrific man at lunch, or at least I think he's a terrific man, and he's gorgeous."

  "Way to go! When are you going out?"

  "We aren't."

  "Why not?"

  "Because I'm an idiot and I turned him down."

  "What? You turned him down? You are an idiot, Em. Call him back and tell him you changed your mind."

  "I can't. I don't have his number."

  "What do you have? Maybe we can find him. What's his name? Where does he live? Where does he work?"

  "His name is Nick Farrington and that's all I know."

  "How can that be all you know?"

  She sighed and explained how she'd met him, leaving out nothing. Kelli shook her head. "The name's not familiar, but I can see if I can find him. You don't know what he does or anything?"

  "Nothing. And don't go looking for him. I'm not that desperate. Well, okay, maybe I am, but I don't want to look that desperate."

  "You might have a point," Kelli admitted. "What a shame, though."

  "Yeah, I know. Well, I've got to get busy. I haven't gotten anything accomplished all afternoon. Have we heard back on the proposal we submitted last week yet?"

  "Not a word. I think they said they'd award the contract by the end of this week, so we may not know until then."

  "Waiting is so difficult. I worked hard on that campaign and I really like it. I hope they do, too."

  "I think they will," Kelli assured her friend. "When you set your mind on coming up with a good advertising campaign, everyone else may as well step aside because you're unbeatable."

  "Yeah, I wish. Anyway, let me know when they award the contract."

  "I will." Kelli turned toward the door, but stopped. "Oh, I almost forgot. I ran into Don a little bit ago."

  Kelli saw the annoyance in Emily's eyes. "And?"

  "And you're keeping something from me, aren't you?"

  "What do you mean?"

  "He said to tell you that you can't ignore him forever. You may as well answer your phone." She sighed. "Em, what's going on with him? I thought you dumped him."

  "I did. Or at least I tried to. When he asked me out again I said no. He asked about the next night, and I was honest with him. I told him I just didn't think it was going to work out between us."

  "You told me that. But there's more, isn't there?"

  "I don't know. Maybe. He's called several times since then. The first time I told him again it just wasn't going to work out with us. After that I quit answering the phone.

  "Have you seen him? Has he approached you?"

  "I saw him parked out in front of my house one time. He rang the bell, but I didn't answer the door. I hoped if I didn't answer the phone or door he'd quit calling, but he hasn't."

  "He was at your house?"

  "Parked in front of it. He stayed there an hour or so, and left."

  "What are you going to do?"

  "Nothing. What can I do? If I keep ignoring his phone calls and don't answer the door, don't you think he'll eventually get the hint and quit calling?"

  "Not if he's stalking you. Emily, you have to go to the police. You never know what he might do."

  "Oh, don't exaggerate. I don't think he'd really do anything.

  "You don't know that. I say you need to call the police, and at least tell them what he's doing. Let them decide if it's anything or not. He's creepy, if you ask me."

  "I admit he's not at all what I thought he'd be like. He is a bit creepy."

  "So you'll call the police and talk to them?'

  "I'll think about it."

  "I really think you need to call them, Em. Think hard about it."

  Emily nodded, and picked up a file to start working
. Kelli took the hint and left.

  As soon as Kelli left, Emily took out her credit card and called the bank. She wanted to get that straightened out before she forgot and was turned down again.

  Over the next several days she concentrated on her job at the advertising agency, hoping it would get her mind off of Nick Farrington.

  The next week at work everyone was talking about the upcoming wedding. The manager's daughter, Cindy Warner, who had worked at the ad agency during summers while she was in college a few years ago, was having a big wedding. Everyone at the agency was invited, and like most of the employees, although she didn't want to, Emily felt she should go. It was a fancy affair with a sit down dinner following the ceremony.

  Emily disliked weddings, and particularly large weddings with a sit down meal, especially if she wasn't dating anyone at the moment. Everyone at weddings seemed to be part of a couple, and she felt awkward sending in the dinner reservation for one. That meant she'd be stuck at the table with all the other losers without partners. She decided that if she had to go to this wedding, she could at least buy a new dress and shoes. At least she could look good while she felt like a dork at the loser's table.

  Kelli lucked out and had already scheduled her vacation before the wedding invitations came out. That got her out of attending the wedding, but she needed a new swimsuit for the cruise she was taking with her husband. So armed with her new credit card, which replaced the one that had been denied, Emily and Kelli headed out for the mall. Six hours later, both ladies emerged victorious.

  Emily was happy that if she had to go to the wedding alone, at least she'd found the perfect little dress and the perfect shoes and purse to match. Now all she had to do was get through the dinner, and she could leave.

  The morning of the wedding was beautiful, which only upset Emily more. What a waste of a gorgeous day! Her mood worsened as she got dressed for the wedding. Her head was filled with all the wonderful things she could be doing today, like going to the beach or sitting outside under a tree with a good book. Mowing her lawn even ranked higher.