Just in Time, Valentine
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Life keeps getting better every day for Anissa Blake.
She is embarking on a new business, she's nominated for a prestigious award for her volunteerism, and best of all, she's dating a handsome Brazilian neurosurgery resident she's positively crazy about.
This Valentine's Day promises to be the best ever!
But then she finds out her handsome boyfriend, Gabriel Santos, is moving over one thousand miles away, and she may lose him.
Can a Valentine's Day wager meant as a joke between the couple, decide their future forever?
Natalie-Nicole Bates
Natalie-Nicole Bates is a book reviewer and author. Her passions in life include books and hockey along with Victorian and Edwardian era photography and antique poison bottles. Natalie contributes her uncharacteristic love of hockey to being born in Russia. She currently resides in the UK where she is working on her next book and adding to her collection of 19th century post-mortem photos.
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Just in Time, Valentine - Natalie-Nicole Bates
Natalie-Nicole Bates
Just in Time, Valentine
First published by Perfectly Poisoned Press 2022
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Contents
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
About the Author
Also by Natalie-Nicole Bates
Chapter 1
Chapter SeparatorIt all started with a heart.
A single heart drawn in the condensation of the train’s window. I first saw the heart the second day of January. It greeted me after a long night at the world’s most boring job. When I first saw the heart, I wondered if someone was pledging their true love, or simply bored out of their mind during a long train ride to work in the cold, grey morning of the New Year.
The hearts continued for a week, and I grew to anticipate my heart waiting for me every morning. Well, maybe the heart wasn’t for me. After all, who knew just how many people might have occupied the very seat I sit in every weekday morning?
Then a few days ago, everything changed.
I saw him.
Call it a woman’s intuition, but I just knew for certain it was the man who left behind the mysterious hearts on the train’s window.
The train was absolutely heaving that morning, and I wondered as I pressed through countless bodies exiting the train, if I would have to stand for the entire forty minute ride home.
As I made my way to my usual seat, the man stood, and waited—as if he was holding the seat open for me.
Instantly, I was in love. Well, maybe that’s an exaggeration…just a bit.
He was tall, probably close to six-foot- four inches, his body shrouded in a heavy leather jacket. His hair was dark blond, and wavy. His skin a deep, deep tan, like a bronze California surfer boy, but his looks were exotic—like a mysterious foreign spy.
Well, maybe not a spy. This girl has an active imagination.
His smile was mesmerizing, sending a pleasant warmth through my cold, tired bones. Yet he passed me without a single word.
He did leave a message.
As I slid into my seat, instead of the usual heart, written in the condensation were the words, My name is Gabriel.
I pondered the man, and his message. Maybe it really was my imagination, and not some subtle flirting between two strangers passing each other on a morning train.
One coming…one going.
Only I needed to make a move…fast. This one was going permanently. My job at the hospital was soon coming to an end.
Yesterday morning, I took action.
As I passed my mystery man on the train, I pressed a note written on pastel pink paper, and spritzed with my favorite perfume into his gloved hand, and did not look back. The note read, My name is Anissa.
I didn’t have the nerve to leave my phone number.
I was pretty pleased with myself as I sat on the train, but as the morning wore on, and my heady buzz wore off, I started to doubt myself. Things like mysterious romances don’t happen to me. I’m twenty-four, and have had a handful of relationships, none which I’d call serious. More like, run of the mill, really. It’s funny, because I was always that girl who wanted nothing more than to be a wife and a mother. Not every girls cup of tea these days, but I knew from the time I was about eight years old and cuddling baby dolls in my arms, I wanted to be a mom.
I certainly don’t want to be married to Mr. Run of the Mill, or worse…Mr. Wrong. I’d rather be the spinster in the corner, alone at holiday parties, than trapped in a relationship doomed to fail just because I want to be married.
I sit alone in my cavernous, yet windowless room in the bowels of the hospital’s main building. I alternate watching the clock on the wall edge closer to eight o’clock, and knitting tiny hats for the hospital’s Newborn Intensive Care Unit.My job is to wait for the telephone to ring, and then search down ancient patient files from row after row of dusty shelves. These are the files that never made it to a computer, and probably never will. Soon, I’ll be free from this boring, stifling environment. Not just today, but permanently.
You see, my boring, stifling job is going away. Some efficiency expert decided that the hospital did not need to employ people on a full-time basis just to pull an occasional file, and deliver it to the appropriate unit who request it. They believe that a nurse, or an assistant on the unit, can perform the same duty.
So, I am gone in a few days. On the upside, I have a killer severance package coming to me, that just might allow me to expand a business that I only do part time—hand sewing custom corsets and lingerie. Sewing has always been a passion of mine, and I’ve always loved corsets, and that whole bygone era. I really think I was born at the wrong time. I should have been one of those uppity Victorian ladies decked out in the utmost finery, and married to some rich, successful man who showered me with love and attention.
I’ve tried all night to keep my mind off that heart-tracing, exotically-handsome-train passenger, who saves my seat for me.
Gabriel.
His note to me, written in bold, masculine script in the condensation of the train’s window, told me his name is Gabriel.
It’s just so romantic, that the mere thought of it causes a light sigh to escape my lips. In the next instant, I