he'd also let her tag along with his friends, and she'd learned to be comfortable about her hearing impairment with guys. Odd, how just the scent of chalk on a chalkboard and the rough feel of the wooden desk beneath her dredged up those memories.
"Hello, class." A tall woman with white-gray hair teetered in, wearing three-inch heels. "My name is Heloise Barton."
Heloise's Helpful Household Hints instantly came to mind. Had she branched out from ways to clean grout to how to add love to your life?
"We're going to get acquainted tonight, find out why we're all here, and talk about what we're looking for in a spouse," Heloise said.
A few of the women shifted nervously in their seats. Some of the men studied the ceiling, the walls, the floor. Two of them seemed infatuated with the toes of their shoes.
Heloise continued, "I know you may feel awkward at first, but as time goes on, we'll become friends. Now, let me tell you about myself. I'm fifty-six years old, was divorced for five years, and hated the singles scene. But I'm proud to say I recently married my daughter's OB-GYN."
Jenna's pulse raced, comforted by her statement. If it worked for this lady, it could work for her.
"Now, let's get acquainted by using a letter game. Say the first letter of your name and choose a word to describe yourself that starts with the same letter. For instance, I'm Happy Heloise."
Strained whispers filled the room, then Happy Heloise pointed to two women in the front row. Jenna guessed them to be in their forties. One wore a baggy gray sweat suit, the other leggings and a long spangled T-shirt. The first woman's mousy voice squeaked. "I'm Carol—Cooking Carol. I own a bakery."
The next woman seemed more confident. "I'm Daring Darla. I like to do adventurous activities like bungee jumping, white-water rafting, and mountain climbing."
A dark-haired woman about Jenna's age wearing a low-cut, blood-red dress that revealed very large breasts spoke next. Why was she here? She obviously wouldn't have any trouble meeting men. Jenna could suggest a good, sturdy bra to support those bosoms though.
"I'm Needs-a-lot-of-attention, Naomi," she said in a husky whisper. "At least that's what the guys tell me."
A wolf whistle broke out from somewhere behind Jenna.
The instructor pointed to two men. "Next."
The first man glanced at Jenna. His instant eyebrow raise and smile could have been just friendly or he could be the bed 'em and shed 'em type.
And she was tired of dating guys who wanted one-night stands. That was the reason she'd signed up for the class.
"My name is Morris Jones. Just call me Marvelous Morris."
Jenna rolled her eyes. And so modest.
The next man shifted nervously and rubbed one hand over the patches of gray hair scattered across his shiny head. "I... can I ask a question?"
The teacher nodded.
"What's the name of this class?"
Happy Heloise grinned. "How to Get Married Within a Year. Didn't you sign up for it, sir?"
The man's pudgy face broadened as his mouth fell into an "o."
"No, ma'am." He patted his balding head in a self-conscious gesture, lurched from his seat, and hurried out of the room.
Heloise shrugged. "He must be looking for Hair Growth Through Positive Thinking."
Chuckles filled the room then the introductions continued. "My name is Woodruff P. Nelson." The man's beard was so bushy Jenna couldn't tell what his face looked like beneath all that hair.
"And a word to describe you, Mr. Nelson?" Heloise asked.
Woolly. It was on the top of Jenna's tongue to blurt it out, but she caught herself just in time.
The man scratched his fuzzy chin. "Wealthy."
A few of the women immediately turned their charming smiles toward the furry man. Then two more women burst into the room. One, a girl barely out of her teens; her mother a woman in her mid-thirties. The young girl's stylish haircut was obviously meant to make her look more mature, but the bubblegum she popped ruined the effect. The older woman's stiff, high
"Hello, class." A tall woman with white-gray hair teetered in, wearing three-inch heels. "My name is Heloise Barton."
Heloise's Helpful Household Hints instantly came to mind. Had she branched out from ways to clean grout to how to add love to your life?
"We're going to get acquainted tonight, find out why we're all here, and talk about what we're looking for in a spouse," Heloise said.
A few of the women shifted nervously in their seats. Some of the men studied the ceiling, the walls, the floor. Two of them seemed infatuated with the toes of their shoes.
Heloise continued, "I know you may feel awkward at first, but as time goes on, we'll become friends. Now, let me tell you about myself. I'm fifty-six years old, was divorced for five years, and hated the singles scene. But I'm proud to say I recently married my daughter's OB-GYN."
Jenna's pulse raced, comforted by her statement. If it worked for this lady, it could work for her.
"Now, let's get acquainted by using a letter game. Say the first letter of your name and choose a word to describe yourself that starts with the same letter. For instance, I'm Happy Heloise."
Strained whispers filled the room, then Happy Heloise pointed to two women in the front row. Jenna guessed them to be in their forties. One wore a baggy gray sweat suit, the other leggings and a long spangled T-shirt. The first woman's mousy voice squeaked. "I'm Carol—Cooking Carol. I own a bakery."
The next woman seemed more confident. "I'm Daring Darla. I like to do adventurous activities like bungee jumping, white-water rafting, and mountain climbing."
A dark-haired woman about Jenna's age wearing a low-cut, blood-red dress that revealed very large breasts spoke next. Why was she here? She obviously wouldn't have any trouble meeting men. Jenna could suggest a good, sturdy bra to support those bosoms though.
"I'm Needs-a-lot-of-attention, Naomi," she said in a husky whisper. "At least that's what the guys tell me."
A wolf whistle broke out from somewhere behind Jenna.
The instructor pointed to two men. "Next."
The first man glanced at Jenna. His instant eyebrow raise and smile could have been just friendly or he could be the bed 'em and shed 'em type.
And she was tired of dating guys who wanted one-night stands. That was the reason she'd signed up for the class.
"My name is Morris Jones. Just call me Marvelous Morris."
Jenna rolled her eyes. And so modest.
The next man shifted nervously and rubbed one hand over the patches of gray hair scattered across his shiny head. "I... can I ask a question?"
The teacher nodded.
"What's the name of this class?"
Happy Heloise grinned. "How to Get Married Within a Year. Didn't you sign up for it, sir?"
The man's pudgy face broadened as his mouth fell into an "o."
"No, ma'am." He patted his balding head in a self-conscious gesture, lurched from his seat, and hurried out of the room.
Heloise shrugged. "He must be looking for Hair Growth Through Positive Thinking."
Chuckles filled the room then the introductions continued. "My name is Woodruff P. Nelson." The man's beard was so bushy Jenna couldn't tell what his face looked like beneath all that hair.
"And a word to describe you, Mr. Nelson?" Heloise asked.
Woolly. It was on the top of Jenna's tongue to blurt it out, but she caught herself just in time.
The man scratched his fuzzy chin. "Wealthy."
A few of the women immediately turned their charming smiles toward the furry man. Then two more women burst into the room. One, a girl barely out of her teens; her mother a woman in her mid-thirties. The young girl's stylish haircut was obviously meant to make her look more mature, but the bubblegum she popped ruined the effect. The older woman's stiff, high
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