Print ISBN 978-1479391745
Special thanks to my daughter Anneliese, who encouraged and browbeat me until I finished the book; to reviewer Catherine Speight and author Melissa Bowersock for their wonderfully detailed notes; and to my excellent writing and blogging partner, K. S. Brooks, for her input, guidance, and invaluable expertise in preparing this edition.
It was the lunch hour. Brent Schoenfeld swiveled his chair around to look out the large window of his second floor office. In a moment, the sidewalk was flooded with pretty young women; blondes, brunettes, and redheads from the office building across the street. As he did every workday, he watched and he longed. This was his life in microcosm. He could see them, but they could not see him. The physical separation of the window was redundant; they would not have seen him if he had been right on the street among them. He was invisible to them. They would walk around him as if he were a lamp post. There would be no flirtatious glances, not even a friendly smile.
Along came his absolute favorite: the tall, cool blonde, sweeping with an unconscious elegance through the doors of her building. Her long, blonde hair was wafting slightly from her movement or perhaps a light breeze. She was wearing that beautiful red dress he liked so much. It was low-cut enough to tantalize, but not so low as to seem inappropriate. Her hem line was just a few inches above the knee, and allowed a glimpse of flawless legs. She glided like a model down the street, turning the heads of every man she passed. She walked briskly, fishing something from her purse as she went. In just a moment, she was out of sight.