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Vince looked down into clear green eyes like pale jade marbles. He backed up a step from the door.

“I’m, uh, Vincent Cutler. You left a message on my—”

“Well, it’s about time!” she exclaimed, and bent to grab a shopping bag by the door. “I’ve got a whole bag full of your mail here.”

He looked past her. She’d done wonders with his old place. The apartment had a homey, put-together feel about it that he quite liked.

“Sorry about this. I don’t mind coming after it again, if you’ll just call. Here’s my card.”

“I’ll send it. So long, Vince Cutler.”

“Wait a sec. I’d like to know your name, at least.” He smiled.

She considered a moment. “Jolie Kay Wheeler.”

His smile stretched into a grin. “Good night. Jolie Kay Wheeler. Maybe I’ll see you around.”

He didn’t know why, but even as that door closed to him, he knew somehow that he hadn’t seen the last of spunky, pretty Jolie Wheeler. Strangely enough, that thought was quite all right by him.