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8.
After breakfast Jack spent his morning cleaning his sheets and swimming. The exertion made his muscles burn deliciously as he stroked his way up and down the pool.
Sheets now clean and freshly showered, Jack decided to head out and explore Naples a bit. He parked near the pier and ambled around, poking his head into antique shops, bookstores and other similar establishments.
He selected a small bistro next to a promising book store for lunch whose cuisine was only outdone by the scenery, namely a statuesque red head. Her straight locks were pulled back from her pale neck in a simple pony tail, a light blue sundress cloaking but not quite hiding her curves. Jack surreptitiously checked for a wedding ring but was delighted to find her pale finger unadorned.
Finally
, he thought to himself,
I knew there had to be some unattached women here!
Though to be fair, he mused, the ones who were attached seemed to be trying to modernize the concept.
He gave his order to Chris, his server, who was clearly new in his position. Chris moved away, but instead of going to the kitchen spoke to the red headed woman instead. The two conversed for a moment, the woman apparently giving her order before Chris retreated into the back of the restaurant.
The comely woman reached into a shopping bag and removed a handsome, leather bound book. Jack couldn't make out the tiny words inscribed in gold-embossed letters yet he was intrigued nevertheless.
Good looking, single, and likes nice books?
Jack's thoughts strayed from his surroundings as he mentally contrasted his current situation with his agenda for the afternoon. He wasn't eager to give up his newfound power and freedom over his neighbors but a woman like this would make him seriously consider it.
Chris interrupted Jack's musings with precisely the wrong plate of food. Jack started to say something, but Chris was already disappearing into the bowels of the restaurant. Jack looked around and saw a similar expression of frustration on the pretty woman's face. He glanced at the dish in front of her and saw his order: Chris had obviously mixed up the tickets.
Seeing his opening, Jack stood and grabbed the woman's food from his table. He approached and saw her look him over, her light blue eyes coming to rest on the plate of food in his hands.
"I'll have what you're having," he joked lamely.
A smile spread across her face slowly and she shook her head. "Thanks. I was just wondering if this day could get any worse. I'm starving."
"Well we can't have you going hungry," Jack replied easily, swapping the plates. His eyes rested on the book on the table.
"Oscar Wilde, eh? He's one of my favorites. Who knew some of those people were so funny?" His smile instinctively spread across his face as he made out the title;
The Importance of Being Earnest.
"Right?!" she said, her features suddenly animated. "A friend told me about a prospective client who wants a library, so I thought I'd check around and get a feel for that type of place. I'm an interior decorator," she added by way of explanation. "I was downtown on other business," her face darkened briefly with these words, "and decided to poke around. I know that I had heard his name before but never really read anything of his. I picked it up and wasn't able to put it down!"
The smile had returned to her face, her eyes ablaze with her newfound passion. Jack thought she looked radiant in the bright afternoon light that bathed the terrace.
"Similar thing happened to me. Would you like some company now that we've got our food sorted out?" Jack asked.
She glanced at him, momentarily unsure. She seemed to struggle with his request internally, and just as he was about to excuse himself and return to his seat she came to a decision, her face clearing. "Sure. Why not?" she said rhetorically.
"I'm Jack" he said as he sat across from her. "I'm new in town, just moved in a few days ago."
"Allison," was her reply. "I've been down here for, god, 10 years now." Her voice was sober again, and Jack thought it best to re-direct the conversation.
He did so successfully, fixing again on Wilde's works first and their conversation flowed easily from there. He reiterated his love of books, the classics especially, and talked about his current challenge of outfitting his new house.
"Maybe you'd like to take a look at the place sometime?" he suggested in what he hoped was a casual voice. "A neighbor friend referred me to someone, but I haven't actually signed on with a decorator yet."
She eyed him again, with a little less suspicion this time though. "Actually, I could use the extra work now. My schedule has recently become much more flexible, and frankly I could use the distraction."
They exchanged cards, Allison promising to touch base with Jack early next week once things had settled down. Chris had popped up halfway through their meal and had been properly mortified, and the manager had waited on them for the rest of their meal.
