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Authors: Rhonda Marks
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last time he called? It had to be at least a week ago, if not more. Now she was beyond pissed and headed to a full-blown breakdown.
He promised her he’d contact them every day, and he did at first. As soon as he landed in Madrid, he phoned from the airport, to tell her he arrived safely. She had a hard time hearing him because of all the noise in the background, but she was over the moon that he thought enough of her to call so soon. Every night before she fell asleep, he called to ask about Tesia and how she was doing. In the middle of the day, he’d call to speak to Tesia herself, delighting her with descriptions of Madrid and the surrounding countryside. Then the calls fell off to once every other night last week, and a couple times during the day. Now nothing. No calls, texts, emails. Nothing.
She even went so far to contact his job to see if he was having a problem, something that would keep him from contacting her. His boss, in a very sympathetic tone of voice, told her all was well, as far as he knew. He did say that Javier asked to extend his stay, but didn’t give a reason for doing so. He also promised to pass along her message when he spoke to him.
She almost called his family to see if they’d heard from him, but she talked herself out of doing that. There were some things she was not willing to do, and hounding a man’s family for information was one of them.
The hell with him! And the hell with all men as a matter of fact. What made her believe that he was any different? Why did she believe him when he promised, no, lied about wanting to be in his daughter’s life? She sat in a nearby chair and dropped her head into her hands. Not again.
Tesia asked her daily about her daddy. When was he coming home? When is he going to call again? It broke her heart to see her daughter’s face fall when the phone rang and it wasn’t Javier. It reminded her of when she was a child and sat by the phone, waiting for her father’s calls, which never came.
She picked up the phone again and with tears streaming down her face, deleted Javier’s number from her contacts list and blocked his ability to call her. She knew better to get her hopes up about a man. Lesson painfully learned.
Javier’s face fell when he tried Nitika’s number for what had to be the tenth time today. Still no service. The mountains surrounding Pedro’s villa were beautiful to look at, but kept him from calling Nitika on his cell. He couldn’t even get any texts out. This was not good.
As much as he wanted to leave, until he made sure the account was once again in good standing, he was stuck. Pedro Guermo, the head of Cabrea Foods, insisted that he accompany him and his family on a getaway to his mountain retreat. There was no time to let Nitika know what was going on. He barely had time to tell his boss he needed more time to get things settled.
Nitika. How he missed those long talks with her. Did she miss him? Was she angry with him? He recalled her telling him about other men disappointing her and his promise never to do so. Would she understand his predicament?
“Javier, my friend,” Pedro’s booming voice startled him for a second. “There you are. Come, lunch is ready.”
Javier smiled at his host and quickly made his way over to him. “I was hoping we could talk about the account first.” And get this matter wrapped up so I can head home.
Pedro slapped him on the back then draped an arm over his shoulders.” Always about business. Relax and slow down. We must enjoy our meal first, then we’ll talk after the siesta.”
Javier tried hard not to react to this plan, but truthfully he was on the verge of throwing in the towel and catching the first jet out of the country. Pedro was a hard negotiator and was doing his best to wring every concession he could from him. That’s why they were at his retreat, which he found out belatedly was a dead zone for all electronic communication devices.
“You’re upset,” Pedro
He promised her he’d contact them every day, and he did at first. As soon as he landed in Madrid, he phoned from the airport, to tell her he arrived safely. She had a hard time hearing him because of all the noise in the background, but she was over the moon that he thought enough of her to call so soon. Every night before she fell asleep, he called to ask about Tesia and how she was doing. In the middle of the day, he’d call to speak to Tesia herself, delighting her with descriptions of Madrid and the surrounding countryside. Then the calls fell off to once every other night last week, and a couple times during the day. Now nothing. No calls, texts, emails. Nothing.
She even went so far to contact his job to see if he was having a problem, something that would keep him from contacting her. His boss, in a very sympathetic tone of voice, told her all was well, as far as he knew. He did say that Javier asked to extend his stay, but didn’t give a reason for doing so. He also promised to pass along her message when he spoke to him.
She almost called his family to see if they’d heard from him, but she talked herself out of doing that. There were some things she was not willing to do, and hounding a man’s family for information was one of them.
The hell with him! And the hell with all men as a matter of fact. What made her believe that he was any different? Why did she believe him when he promised, no, lied about wanting to be in his daughter’s life? She sat in a nearby chair and dropped her head into her hands. Not again.
Tesia asked her daily about her daddy. When was he coming home? When is he going to call again? It broke her heart to see her daughter’s face fall when the phone rang and it wasn’t Javier. It reminded her of when she was a child and sat by the phone, waiting for her father’s calls, which never came.
She picked up the phone again and with tears streaming down her face, deleted Javier’s number from her contacts list and blocked his ability to call her. She knew better to get her hopes up about a man. Lesson painfully learned.
Javier’s face fell when he tried Nitika’s number for what had to be the tenth time today. Still no service. The mountains surrounding Pedro’s villa were beautiful to look at, but kept him from calling Nitika on his cell. He couldn’t even get any texts out. This was not good.
As much as he wanted to leave, until he made sure the account was once again in good standing, he was stuck. Pedro Guermo, the head of Cabrea Foods, insisted that he accompany him and his family on a getaway to his mountain retreat. There was no time to let Nitika know what was going on. He barely had time to tell his boss he needed more time to get things settled.
Nitika. How he missed those long talks with her. Did she miss him? Was she angry with him? He recalled her telling him about other men disappointing her and his promise never to do so. Would she understand his predicament?
“Javier, my friend,” Pedro’s booming voice startled him for a second. “There you are. Come, lunch is ready.”
Javier smiled at his host and quickly made his way over to him. “I was hoping we could talk about the account first.” And get this matter wrapped up so I can head home.
Pedro slapped him on the back then draped an arm over his shoulders.” Always about business. Relax and slow down. We must enjoy our meal first, then we’ll talk after the siesta.”
Javier tried hard not to react to this plan, but truthfully he was on the verge of throwing in the towel and catching the first jet out of the country. Pedro was a hard negotiator and was doing his best to wring every concession he could from him. That’s why they were at his retreat, which he found out belatedly was a dead zone for all electronic communication devices.
“You’re upset,” Pedro
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