handsome.
"It's different," he said, standing in
the center of the living room and turning in a slow circle. "Eclectic. I
like it."
"Well, that's good," she said, a bit
sarcastically. "I'll get my comb."
"No, wait, sit down here a minute." He
pointed to the brocaded armchair. "Come on. Trust me."
She shrugged and sat down. He moved behind the
chair, and she felt him put his fingers into her hair.
"What are you doing?"
"I'm combing your hair with my fingers."
"Oh."
Maggie relaxed as his fingers ran through her hair
and then moaned aloud when he began to massage her scalp. "Wow. That feels
great."
"Just relax for a minute. You look like you
had a bad wake-up this morning."
"Yeah, I didn't get enough sleep.
Dreams."
"Want to talk about them?"
Maggie was relaxed, but not enough to talk about
dreams that featured the man with the magic fingers. "Uh, no, not
really."
After a couple more minutes of indulging in the
relaxation coming from his attention to her hair, she pulled away from his
hands.
"Thanks, Eric. That definitely improved my
mood. How's my hair now?"
He stepped away from her and gave a good look. "Now
it just looks messy instead of major bed hair."
They moved into the kitchen, which had enough room
for a table with two chairs. The walls were painted butter-yellow, with orange
curtains at the windows. The table was painted a glossy orange with yellow
chairs that had cushions with bright flowers on them. Maggie put the box of
pastries on the table and poured coffee for them both. Each took cream in
their coffee.
Eric opened the box and his eyes widened at the
bounty inside. "Coconut donuts? I love those!"
Maggie grudgingly said, "Have as many as you
want."
But Eric had picked up on the tone. "I'll
claim two, but I bet you like them too."
She nodded and grabbed one as she sat down.
"They're the best. Although, I think that strudel is still warm from the
oven. It's always good."
They munched on the food in a companionable
silence. Maggie began to feel human by the time she poured them a second cup of
coffee.
"So you didn't change your mind last
night?" Eric asked. "You still want to go through with this?"
"Yes, I want to. And you're still
willing?"
"Absolutely. Let's get started. What kind of
music do you like?"
"Okay. Adele, Norah Jones, Paula Cole. Iron
and Wine. Train. The Asteroids Galaxy Tour. Plus older stuff. How about
you?"
"I like jazz and classical music for
listening to at home on a rainy day. I like blasting music in the car from
bands like Muse. Then I tend to sing love songs and ballads from the seventies,
eighties and nineties when I perform. So I guess it would be a real mix."
Maggie asked, "Where are you from? Obviously,
not from around here."
"Seattle, Washington."
"What?" she asked, startled.
"That's all the way across the country."
"I know. I drove the whole way. It was a
great way to see things. Have you always lived in Sully Point?"
"No, I came here after Sam married Anna. I
liked it, but I was drawn to the city at first. However, the city and my
fledgling P.R. business didn't get along so well. I came to live here when I
started working on the Sully Point Project."
"What's that?"
"I guess you do need to know about that since
the whole family is involved. It's a project to build an artist community here.
Jason Earlington, the architect, is designing the place. There will also be
high end homes for sale. Jason is married to Holly."
"One of the Graingers, right."
She looked at him with a raised eyebrow.
"I remembered from last night," Eric
said. "I'm a very good listener."
"That's helpful. You mentioned your parents,
but do you have any siblings?"
"Nope, I'm an only child. I did have a dog
growing up. Scout was his name. A Golden Retriever. He died my second year in
college. Which was Stanford University. Where did you go to school?"
"NYU. I wanted life in a big city at that
point. I'm over it now. Besides, I like this town. It's unique and funky and
full of