“Ah hell,” Michael said, looking at the cinders. “How are we going to explain this to the bank and ever get a loan from them again?”
“Do you really think I’d set a check that large on fire? I just gave up my job, and my husband went in debt on his house,” Carrie said, crossing her arms and laughing. “I’m a much better business woman than that.”
“How do you know I borrowed against the house?” Michael asked. “Maybe I’m so rich I had that money lying around in savings accounts.”
Carrie looked at him. “Michael—I love you. I am not marrying you for your money. I also am not going to cash the check, at least not until we talk about all the other options available to fund my art gallery start-up.”
“Well, if it wasn’t for money, what did you marry me for then?” Michael asked, pretending to be offended and hoping she’d say for love.
“I married you for sex,” Carrie answered firmly, looking away to keep from laughing again at his surprise. “I know that’s awful of me, but I promised my therapist I was going to be honest with myself from now on. I’m hard-wired for married sex and you’re much better at it than my first two husbands.”
Michael huffed out a sigh of resignation. “Well, I hope you don’t get disappointed later then. Now that you’re blonde, it’s going to be like starting over with a whole new woman. It might take me a while to learn everything again. Plus, I haven’t been with a real blonde in a long time. I don’t know if I like that type anymore. I might not even be interested.”
“Fine,” Carrie said, fighting her irritation to call his bluff. “I totally understand.”
Trust Michael to hit her worry button over her hair the moment things were back to normal between them. He was just going to have to like it because she was keeping her hair natural from now on.
“If you can’t get it up for a blonde, I guess I’ll call your parents and Shane back. I should have just given them the damn yogurt bars when they asked for them earlier. There’s no reason to let them go to waste just because we won’t be needing them,” Carrie said, glaring at Michael’s narrowed gaze on her.
Carrie squealed when Michael lifted her. He plastered his mouth to hers without finesse and grabbed her backside to force her against his obvious erection.
“You know I’d forgotten how hot blondes were,” he said when he broke the kiss, letting Carrie slide down him to her feet. “I think I’m going to like this after all.”
“Yes, but probably not the fact that you’re going to have to use protection for a bit until my birth control kicks in,” Carrie said on a laugh.
“Oh, no worries,” Michael said, linking his hand with hers and walking into the house. “I know plenty of other things we can do. I’ll even change the sheets afterwards.”
“Got to love a man who will change the sheets,” Carrie agreed, laughing as Michael opened the freezer.
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It took me most of my life to find my creativity and use it in my work. It is really alarming to hear about funding for art programs being scaled back or cut in both public and private sectors. It affects not only artists, but those who teach it and support it. I applaud those who pursue their art in the face of such discouragement.
What would this world be like without art? My mind goes blank trying to envision a world with no museums, no paintings, no sculptors. Who is going to inspire the next generation? It took me fifty years to see creative pursuits as equally important as money making ventures. Being a fiction writer, all I can do is bring this plea into my own “art” which is how I now view my stories.
In the
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About the Author
Donna McDonald has been a writer all her life and managed to complete her first novel in August of 2010. Her idea of success is to be on an airplane and see a fellow passenger reading one of her stories. If the person is laughing or smiling, she will consider it a bonus.
Her work history covers everything from housekeeper to business owner to college English instructor. It also includes an eighteen year stint as a technical writer, publications planner, and information architect in the corporate world. Her current career goal is to be a prolific, multi-published author for the rest of her life and write stories readers will love to read. She thinks a little travel and adventure would be nice, too.
She lives in Lexington, Kentucky with her fiancée, Bruce.