Greater Expectations (27 page)

“It’s a lady’s prerogative to be fashionably late. Just keep calm and trust in fate.”

I was holding my phone with my hand under the table whilst reading her text. It was a vain attempt at privacy and so save any awkward questions should “A” suddenly appear. I mean, how would
that
look?

“Sorry ‘A’ but Penny–
you remember Penny? I told you about her–anyway, she and I are having a text chat while I have been waiting for you. Don’t worry though, it's all good as we have only been talking about you. Actually, I didn’t want to come so you should actually be thankful that Penny convinced me.”

I nee
d to switch this phone off
now
.

How can I? What if “A” needs to contact me? What if she’s running late? Worse, what if she’s had an accident on the way here? No, I cannot turn off the phone but I can tell Penny to stop texting and I can call her later, or tomorrow. My finger was poised on the screen, ready to rapidly dance over the small electronic keyboard, when I become aware
of someone standing next to me.

Right next to me.

My eyes drew to the void that had been my peripheral vision and I saw the black boots pointed directly towards me.

There was no doubt that these belonged to “A”.

Carefully and deliberately, I allowed my eyes to slowly follow her boots from the toe until they abruptly ended at her knees. It was here that her jeans emerged from being contained inside and they continued up, maintaining a tight grip on the most gorgeous thighs.

Her profile p
icture hadn’t done her justice.

As my head rose to catch my eyes, my jaw remained firmly set upon my chest, causing my mouth to drop open in a most unappealing way. Not that I paid much in the way of attention, for I was more preoccupied with savouring every second of this wonderful moment. Sadly, the jeans were only exposed for a few short inches as, swamped over the top of them was th
e beginnings of a blue T-shirt.

Wait a minute… I
recognise this colour of blue.

My head continued at a snail’s pace on its given trajectory as my organ contained within tried to catch up. It was failing spectacularly, for the only logical conclusion was…
no
, that would be
impossible
...

Could it be…?

It was a “Super Z” T-shirt…

My
“Super Z” T-shirt.

Author’s Note

This novel is a work of fiction and purely the product of my own imagination. Any and all mistakes, deliberate of otherwise, are entirely my own. My inspiration, such as it is, originates from the beautiful people from all over the world that I have been fortunate enough to meet. In some instances, blessed to know as family and friends.

However…

The story of Douglas McElroy is absolutely based in fact. I have endeavoured to be true in every detail of my meeting with this fine and heroic gentleman who had such a profound effect on my thoughts, beliefs, and outlook on life. To that end, I hope I have done him justice.

May God bless him.

After graduating with a couple of useless degrees in law, Alexander McCabe wandered nomadically around the globe to experience the rich diversity of culture that the world has to offer. For the moment,
it is Canada’s turn to provide a suitable abode for him and the wife he picked up along the way.