His family would be dressing for dinner now, and wondering where he was. Well, it was what it was. His boots splashed in the mud.That was when he hear... the sound of hooves, the wild rush of beating against the earth. He looked behind him, but saw no one on the road. Then, faster than he could think, he heard the rustle of the leaves, the thud of the steps. A red horse bolted from the hedgerow, saddled, but with no rider. It startled as it saw him, reared back its head in fear."Whoa there," he. " Christ Harry, a goddam diplomatic party? Can't you find one of the kids to cover it?" I know, but I don't have anyone. I've got the newbies upstate covering some Dairy convention. It's only one night, and what the hell; it's free drinks and probably good food. Just dust off your tux, it's a formal thing." My tux? You mean I have to get all gussied up just to listen to a bunch of stogy diplomats chatting the same old nonsense to each other about how important they think they are?" That's it. After the lengthy rinse andtowel blot I was back under the dryer again. Sasha had told me whilerinsing out the colorant that my new brunette locks would need to bedried before she could apply the four different shades of highlights sheplanned on using. I just could not believe how dark my hair now was, itwith it wet it almost looked black. With my shaped brows and long darkhair I was already losing the old image of Troy.Thirty minutes later Sasha and Tiffany came back, lifted the dryer. ." her voice trailed off.He moved to her and as he approached she had a vision of his lean and fit body, at least what she had seen of it under his running gear."Guess I should have read the contract more closely." He said as he took her hand. That spark she felt yesterday was there again. It wasn't a fluke."But everyone in town knows I'm renting your cottage it seems!" He laughed. Teresa loved his laugh, as open and enthusiastic as a boy. She had seen flickers of a fine sense of humor the day.