The Right Wrong Number: A Short Story

The Right Wrong Number: A Short Story

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by Barbara Delinsky
     
 

In this 30-page short story by bestselling author Barbara Delinsky, Carly Kelly has just been presented with a life-changing business opportunity for tiny nursery and flower store, Plant People. But she only has four days to decide, which means she will most likely have to cancel her weekend trip away. She dials her friends to let them know, and excitedly launches

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In this 30-page short story by bestselling author Barbara Delinsky, Carly Kelly has just been presented with a life-changing business opportunity for tiny nursery and flower store, Plant People. But she only has four days to decide, which means she will most likely have to cancel her weekend trip away. She dials her friends to let them know, and excitedly launches into a speech about the opportunity. But when she pauses, a sexy, inquisitive stranger is on the other end, and he's eager to hear about her store, her passions and her life. She's dialed the wrong number--- and the man on the other end, with his deep voice, his charming jokes and his excellent advice, is a surprise she never expected…


Will this wrong number turn out to be right man for Carly? Don't miss this 30-page short story from bestselling author Barbara Delinsky.


Featuring an excerpt from Barbara Delinsky's upcoming novel, Sweet Salt Air, available June 2013.

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Product Details

ISBN-13:
9781466834637
Publisher:
St. Martin's Press
Publication date:
04/02/2013
Sold by:
Macmillan
Format:
NOOK Book
Pages:
30
Sales rank:
5,230
File size:
0 MB

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The Right Wrong Number: A SHORT STORY

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Clearly, she couldn't go to the Kleins' country place as she'd planned. The four-hour drive might have offered good thinking time, and Bibi and Hank were very dear friends. But she couldn't deal with four kids, five dogs, and a parrot. There would be zero thinking time in that. And she had no desire, whatsoever, to meet the farmer whom Bibi and Hank swore she would adore. A lawyer gone to seed, they kidded her in the most positive way. A city boy rediscovering his roots. A gentle giant.

Carly was five-three and slim, she had seeds aplenty here in her own apartment, and the few run-ins she'd had with lawyers had been of the get-me-out-of-here variety.

Bibi and Hank wouldn't be happy with her. The sooner she got it done, the better.

Fishing into the pocket of her jacket, she pulled out her cell and punched in their number, one of the few she knew by heart and the absolute easiest to dial. When Hank answered, she launched right in.

"He-ey, it's me. You are totally going to kill me, but I can't come this weekend. I know we were doing the late-movie thing tonight, and a hike in the morning and dinner by the fire tomorrow night once the kids are in bed, but something's come up, and I just can't do Stowe. I mean, this is life changing. The biggest store here wants to buy me out." Even verbalizing it made her nervous; she jumped up from the bench and made for the kitchen. "Can you believe it? Me. With my teeny-weeny store. I mean, I'm a sole proprietor. I can't compare with them." Grasping the handle of a bucket that contained the brew of worm castings and molasses she had mixed with water the night before, she returned to the bench. "Only I can. See, that's the secret. I offer the kind of personal service that they don't, and it isn't just waiting on clients when they come in. It's picking up plants and containers that I know will work in their rooms. Mayer's?" Snorting, she tucked the phone between shoulder and ear; holding the bucket with both hands, she tipped it toward the Ficus benjamina. "Mayer's doesn't do that, but they want to, because their business is static right now. They want me to move right in there and be the centerpiece of their store, and, you know, it might work. I could bring people in, only they won't go any farther than my plants unless the rest of the place is exciting, which right now it is not." When the phone started to slip, she pushed it back up and began on the Ficus lyrata. "They're planning to renovate and remerchandise, and all of that's actually starting in two weeks, but then they had this, quote unquote, brilliant idea that I should be there, and I have four days to decide." Frantic, she set the bucket on the bench. "Four days. That is not fair, but sometimes good things happen that way. So is this thing good or bad? I don't know, but I have to decide this weekend. I have a satchel filled with their reports and plans and papers, and now I have to try to make sense of it all." She grew apologetic. "So I can't come." She grew pleading, "Can we make it another time?"

The voice on the other end held an audible smile. "I think I would love that. Who is this?"

That quickly, Carly went from relief that she'd said it all to mortification--because now that he'd spoken more than just a hello, she could hear that the man on the other end wasn't Hank. This man's voice was deeper. It was slower and more relaxed. Definitely more sexy.

"Oh dear," she said, totally mortified. "And my speech was so good."

THE RIGHT WRONG NUMBER. copyright 2013 by Barbara Delinsky

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