The Weight Loss Coach

A Weight Loss Story by Sky Taylor - Page 24

Katy relit the rose-scented candles that she’d blown out seconds prior, their pungent scent reminding her of Ken Strickland‘s lady friend, Rose Waters.

What was she thinking she asked herself as the sound of Neil Diamond music bayed in the distance.

This wasn’t a date, per say - rather an appointment. One relating to dieting and weight loss. To think that Jack could ever be interested in her was mere fantasy.

Her hair! Jack was due any minute and she had to take down her hair - at least remove all the ribbons that she’d inserted amid her romantic internalized interlude. Silly girl!

The doorbell halted her in her tracks. Too late for Jack had arrived.

Jack stood outside Katy’s door stoop, his large hand clamped around a bouquet of beautiful daisies. A box of dark chocolate rested beneath his arm, a bag from the market containing pretzel rods and diet soda hanging from his left arm.

What the devil was he thinking? Katy would probably be taken-aback once she saw the flowers and candy. But he couldn’t help himself - no more than a feathered male bird could when mating season arrived. He was strutting his feathers in hopes of wooing the pretty lady bird but in the process, he was probably scaring her into flight.

His thoughts dissolved as the wooden door opened and Katy’s beautiful form appeared. She was wearing emerald green tonight in a little sarong-number that didn’t look so-wrong at all to his wide eyes, even though she was showing a good deal of leg.

The smell of roses escaped from the interior of the house, suddenly colliding with the scent of the daisies - much like the gazes they both held.

“For you,” he managed, Katy’s smile widening. Obviously, she’d been thrilled.

Good choice, Jack silently congratulated.

“Oh, Jack - how lovely,” she told him, leaning over and pressing a kiss into his raspy cheek.

“Sorry,” she told him, noting his fallen composure.

Why was she so impulsive? Always overreacting. A definite flaw - perhaps a fatal flaw when it came to Jack.

“Something smells wonderful, Katy. Your perfume?” he asked, deciding to ignore her comment.

“No, candles,” she smiled, leading him into the living room.

Her house was tiny, yet quaint and comfortable and Jack acknowledged such with a compliment.

“I brought the pretzels and diet soda as promised,” he told her. “Oh - and a box of dark chocolates.”

“Oh - you shouldn’t have, Jack,” she expressed, suddenly wanting to burst into tears.

Was she reading things incorrectly? Surely a weight loss coach would not go to such lengths to impress the client.

“I know what you’re thinking,” he told her, not realizing that he was completely off-base.

“You-you do?” she squeaked, shaking her head in the process, the ribbons flying about her head in the process and causing a smile to soar over Jack’s face. Next Page

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