While the Fire Rages
“Irritated, frustrated, and soaking wet into the bargain, Jo thrust a bill at the driver. Not bothering to ask for a receipt this time, she pushed open the door and stepped out of the cab, being careful of the mini-river rushing along the gutter. The cabbie pulled away from the curb as Jo was trying to hang onto her handbag and open her umbrella at the same time. The resultant spray of cold water against the back of her legs elicited a muttered, very unladylike curse from her anger-tautened lips.... The umbrella slipped from her chilled fingers, exposing her bare head to the cold late October downpour. Straightening her arm with a jerk, Jo dashed for the entrance doors of the tall office building.Inside the warmth of the building, she paused to catch her breath. I must be totally out of my mind, Jo thought waspishly. No marginally intelligent person would run around like some kind of a nut looking at apartments in this weather! I wish Brett Renninger would go to ... Atlanta! Sighing with the realization that she really wished no such thing, Jo sloshed her way to the bank of elevators that would whisk her to the twenty-sixth floor and the comfort of her office, a place she’d seen very little of during the previous two weeks, most of which had been cold and rainy.“Good grief, Jo, you look like you’ve just been pulled from the river!”MoreLess
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