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Water Signs: A Story of Love and Renewal

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Madeline entered the atrium of the modern five-story office buildingat the corner of Palmetto Park and Jog Roads, where cascading

fountains, lush greenery and glass-enclosed elevators welcomed her into a

relaxing, tropical ambiance. Wearing a beige and white sleeveless dress

with a matching bolero jacket, her hair pulled back at the crown with a

coordinating barrette, she looked especially lovely-and much younger

than her chronological age. And as she came through the revolving doors,

she caught the eye of a few well-dressed gentlemen, though as usual,

Maddy was completely oblivious to their appreciative stares.

It was nearly 12:30 p.m. and she had two objectives for stopping by-

lunch with Isabella and show ticket delivery to Mark. She looked forward

to the former, having had several promising communications with the

owner of Superlative Staffing. A self-made businesswoman with a good

heart and a keen instinct, Isabella definitely wielded influence in the Boca

Raton community; as far as mentors were concerned, Madeline couldn't

ask for any finer. That is, if she were lucky enough to get the job.

But when it came to live performances onstage, Maddy preferred an

auditorium full of strangers. The other night when Mark surprised her by

asking for a ticket, she'd impulsively agreed to his request, only to have

second thoughts the moment she drove away in her car. Of all the dances,

tango was her least favorite and this routine was by far the most

challenging she'd ever taken part in. Throw in a taxing, though admittedly

beautiful ballad from Les Misérables-her favorite musical-and it all

added up to a heap of stress. The Coconut Palm Theater this Thursday

night was no place for a new suitor. What if she screwed up, or worse, fell

onstage? What the hell was she thinking, anyway?As much as she loved Kenny, even he had to settle for private

serenades, though by the time she'd met him she'd given up on dance

showcases and talent shows. It took every ounce of courage just to belt

out Lori and Vince's wedding song in front of a friendly crowd at their

Dupont Hotel wedding reception. Now here she was about to perform

for a guy she barely knew-one who just a short time ago had landed on

her scumbag list by standing her up for SunFest.

True, he'd sincerely apologized, ushering in the most passionate and

enjoyable date she'd had since losing Kenny; but could she trust Mark

enough to allow him into this very personal and private aspect of her life?

Kisses and caresses in the heat of pleasure were one thing- potentially

embarrassing herself in public with him as a witness was quite another.

And it didn't help that she was still battling the same old female problems

with their accompanying cramps, bloating and headaches. Miraculously,

none of those weird episodes she'd been having for the last few years had

taken place recently, despite her horrid work situation and lingering

heartache over Kenny's decision to marry someone else.

"Well, things are about to change for the better," she promised

herself silently as she slipped through the double glass doors of

Superlative Staffing.

"Hi Madeline!" Genie, the friendly placement coordinator who was

around Maddy's age greeted her warmly. "Isabella wanted me to ask you

to take a seat. She's dealing with an unforeseen client emergency in her

office at the moment. It shouldn't be too long, if you don't mind waiting

for a bit."

"Sure, thank you," Maddy replied, settling into a comfortable leather

chair in the reception area. Beyond the glass double-doors, she watched

the endless parade of office workers and high-powered businesspeople

rushing in and out of the building.

They were presumably on their way out to lunch or back from a quick

stop for take-out, judging from the white paper bags and Styrofoam

holders some of them were carrying. Knowing Mark had a meeting in

Hallandale with a prospective client, she breathed a sigh of relief as she

picked up an architectural magazine and began to flip through its colorful

pages. She was slightly embarrassed about the other night, and the ease

with which she'd succumbed to their intense physical attraction, enjoyable

as it had been.

After all, Mark was ten years older. Though it had not been her

intention to blurt out her virginal status while they were making out on

the fishing pier, it had been the only way to put the brakes on a passionate

interlude that was quickly spiraling out of control. With Ken, there'd been

no apprehensions in spite of their overpowering chemistry: he'd fully

accepted and admired her determination to wait until marriage, even

though he'd been with other women.

All of those unforgettable times they'd snuggled up together in his

waterbed or on the couch in her parents' home, he'd never once pushed

her to give in. On the contrary, he spoke of their future wedding night in

glowing terms, eagerly anticipating the honor of being her first and

forever. For Ken, her innocence had been an unexpected gift, a treasure

beyond worth; it was still unclear how Mark felt about it, though he'd

demonstrated a certain level of understanding during their hours spent

together on the pier and at his villa.

But Maddy was still reeling over how far they did end up going that

night on the chaise lounge on his screen-porch; she'd never once allowed

Ken to see her that way after months of steady courting. How could she let

Mark nearly seduce her so easily on their second date? Was it a byproduct of loneliness

or a reaction to heartbreak? Or was she simply wearing down after all these years of

trying to be a good girl? While she grappled with these formidable questions,

Maddy tried her best to forgive herself.

She remembered back to the prior week in this very office, when

during the course of conversation about potentially working for

Superlative Staffing, Isabella had thrown her off-guard with an

unexpected and personal question-made even trickier by the events of

the preceding weekend.

"So, Madeline, what did you think of Mark?" Isabella's dark eyes

sparkled with excitement, remembering the business card exchange and

how her colleague had expressed an immediate attraction to the pretty

young woman with the sweet smile, silky auburn hair and noticeably toned

legs.

"Mark Donnelly?" Maddy momentarily debated the wisdom of

coming clean regarding what had just happened, but quickly decided to

confess all to Isabella. She certainly didn't owe him any loyalty or

consideration, not in the wake of what he'd deliberately done to hurt her.

"Yes silly, Mark Donnelly. Believe me, he noticed you right away at the

luncheon!"

"Well, he has a strange way of expressing his interest," Maddy

retorted, before sharing the story of their meeting at Baci and his

subsequent cancellation of their SunFest date the next morning.

"Gosh, I'm really surprised!" Isabella replied honestly. "That's not

like him at all. I think he just got freaked out because you are exactly his

type-a cute little Italian girl from the northeast. You know, his Mom's

Italian, I don't know if he told you that. And I'll tell you, he's a great

catch! A nice guy from a nice family and every one of them is good

looking. All the girls swoon over Mark at these business events, though I

have to say I think his brother Matt is even better looking. He's married,

though."

"Well you know, Isabella, as nice as it is to hear I'm his type, any man

who stands up a woman at the last minute like that is a jerk in my book,

whatever his ethnic background. Maybe he was truly conflicted over

taking me out so soon after his engagement, but if that were true, he

never should have initiated a date in the first place!"

"Pfft! That girl from Connecticut?" Isabella swatted her hand in the

air dismissively. "She's never going to move here, Madeline! Believe me;

that is over! Of course, he does have kids. That's the only drawback."

"I don't mind the kids," Maddy stated emphatically. "What I do mind

is being led on and then dumped at the last second. I don't think much of

Mark Donnelly, sorry to say."

"Well, I guess I can't blame you. But don't give up on him just yet; he

just might redeem himself still."

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