Wait for Me Read Free

would buy Everett’s Auto Body Shop. He wouldn’t have time for a short term relationship.
    “Here are recent statements. As you can see, Mr. Everett is making a profit. In this location, we are guaranteed business and there’s plenty of opportunity for growth.”
    “Let me look at the statements,” Andy said.
    He left Andy in the office while he returned to the workshop. He had to change a water pump before he went home.
    He popped the hood of the Honda Civic and drained out the antifreeze. Then he loosened the tensioner and unhooked the serpentine belt. He hunted through the large red toolbox, pulling out each drawer, searching for a 3/8 inch drive ratchet and socket.
    I really need to organize this drawer. I’ve got standard mixed with metric.
    Finding the right size tools, he returned to the Civic. He removed the bolts from the water pump and lifted it out. With a spare rag, he cleaned the surface then inserted the new water pump. Using his 3/8 inch drive ratchet and socket, he secured the bolts. He checked the serpentine belt for any signs of wear. Finding none, he reattached the belt. He returned his tools to the toolbox and retrieved a bottle of antifreeze. He filled the water pump, holding his breath to avoid the distinct pungent-floral scent. He recapped the bottle and returned it to a nearby workbench. He started the Civic and let it run for a few minutes. He checked for leaks. Finding none, he shut off the Civic and closed the hood.
    He cleaned up before returning to the small office.
    “I did a cursory analysis of Everett’s books. It looks like he made a nice profit, mainly because he never reinvested anything in his business,” Andy said, leaning back in the chair.
    Tom waited patiently for his final answer.
    “With your work ethic and commitment, I think you have a pretty good chance of making this work.”
    “So you’ll give me the money?”
    His heart seemed to skip a beat.
    “You got it, Partner.”
     
    ***
     
    Anjali plopped down on the couch and slipped on her glasses. She opened the folder and sorted through several brochures and Fact Sheets.
    Family Tree. Helping childless couples fulfill their secret wishes for more than ten years.
    She skimmed over the brief explanation of In Vitro Fertilization procedures.
    Ovulation and egg retrieval. I have to take…gonado-what?
    She frowned.
    Oh great. I get to take a hormone ‘agonist’ or ‘antagonist’. That sounds like…fun.
    She continued reading.
    A transvag ultrasound?
    Her thighs pulled together.
    Needle aspiration? They’re going to put a needle where?
    She read the passage again.
    “You’re really going to go through with this?”
    A deep voice broke her concentration. Sanjay leaned casually against the door frame, studying her.
    “Well I’m not getting any younger, Sanjay. As much as I hate to admit it, Ma is right about one thing. I want a baby and if I want to minimize health risks, I need to do it before I turn thirty-five.”
    “You’re only twenty-eight. You’ve got plenty of time.”
    She closed the folder.
    “Time for what? To find ‘Mr. Right’?”
    He nodded.
    “He’s not out there, Sanjay. I’m not going to let my life pass by waiting for the mythical ‘Mr. Right.’”
    He looked at the thick white folder on his coffee table.
    “You’re going to read all those profiles to find a…daddy?”
    “Sperm donor. Yes. It’s not like I have a choice.”
    He gave her an odd look then sat next to her.
    “I bet half those guys lied when filling out their profile.”
    She shrugged.
    “It’s possible.”
    “You should choose someone you know.”
    “Who?”
    “Me.”
    She swallowed.
    “Although I’d want to do it the old fashioned way.”
    “Sanjay—”
    “Why pay fifteen grand when you can get it free?”
    His sexy smirk eased her discomfort and she chuckled.
    “I appreciate it, Sanjay. But it would mess up our friendship. What about…uh…Ginny?”
    “That was last week. I’m seeing someone new.