A Taste of Spring

SPRING

Nothing bothered Spring more than when someone refused to catch a clue. The world had become socially inept in the past decade, her grams would say, and it was very frustrating.

Apparently, there was a time when No meant exactly that. Today it meant, keep trying until you wear them down.

Spring flipped the card over in her hand. There was no signature but she knew who sent the bouquet and an invitation to meet up last night. This was odd, because whenever she was around Stanley Spencer during photo shoots, he seemed so uninterested and only concerned with work.

He was the one who contacted her to do the shoot in California. Well, he had Taylor, his niece /assistant, contact her with all the details for the all-expenses paid gig. He was nothing but professional throughout the entire week of the shoot. So, when she received the flowers with the odd invite, she was taken aback.

"What are you going to tell him?" Brandi looked over her shoulder as they boarded the plane.

Spring followed her as she stuffed the card back inside her book. It fell out when she went to put the plane tickets and receipts inside. "I don't know. Do you think he'll blackball me if I don't go out with him?"

Brandi shrugged. She maneuvered by a flight attendant then hiked her carry-on bag up on her shoulder. A man stood and smiled as he took the bag. Brandi smiled back and directed him which overhead bin she wanted it in.

Through the entire exchange, Spring waited patiently for a reply. "Well?" she asked after they were seated and comfortable.

"Oh, yeah. I've never heard of him being an ass before. Everyone speaks highly of him and his team. His niece, Taylor, is amazing and Joe, the assistant photographer, is very skilled. Plus, he's tasty."

"I don't know if Stanley Spencer should be described as tasty."

Mr. Spencer...Joe," Brandi laughed.

but

If not, you'd recognize tasty. Like ole dude up there with the baby blue eyes. I think

work, and play. She did both of them with maximum effort. Just as Spring was about to take a good look at the man who helped Brandi with her, her cell phone vibrated. She lifted it and peered at the number

It was Dez.

of her calls either. She could only assume he was working

leave the flowers in the hotel suite, though. They were

but she didn't have a chance to listen to it. Spring felt a sense of dread move through

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SOMETIME LATER

not drop it. Summer bought the expensive tech for her as a moving to

Wait...why am I thinking about a phone?)

phone a little

"What's wrong?"

all the people moving about to find Brandi. Her friend was watching her from the curb where

are sharing a

and that's what they were doing...before she decided to check her voicemail. Spring glanced around. She was mere feet away from the sliding doors, impeding a few people's exit/entrance by the look on some of their faces.

"Spring, what's wrong?"