Fun Romantic Fiction: Hidden Treasures
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|Sun, 08-26-2012 - 4:31pm|
From Woman’s World Magazine by Marie Savage
Lauren and Jason had a lot in common –
Including a mutual attraction to Antiques and to each other
Stop, Carrie! Stop the car,” I yelled, practically giving my friend a heart attack. “What is it?” Carrie, wide-eyed, yanked the car to the curb. She looked alarmed as I swung open the door and jumped out.
“That coffee table!” I said. Among a pile of discarded household stuff awaiting trash pickup was an old coffee table battered, yes, but the great lines. “You’ve got to be kidding, Lauren!” Carrie said. “You scared me like that just so you could pick up more junk?” I smiled sweetly. All my friends made fun of my habit of picking up other people’s discards. “You’ll want to buy this from me when it’s fixed up,” I said, dragging my find to her car. She shook her head as she opened the trunk. “You need an intervention, Lauren,” she said, adding, “not to mention a man in your life.”
"He belonged on the cover of a romance novel!"
She was probably right. Ever since my last relationship ended badly a year ago, I’d been reluctant to even date. My career as an interior decorator took priority, and I filled my spare time helping my Aunt Susan who ran an antiques store. Hence, my love of all things old and decorative. I haunted actions and garage and estate sales looking for special items for clients’ homes, my aunt’s shop or my own apartment. “Keep your eyes open. You never know when you’re going to find a treasure, Lauren,” Aunt Susan always said.
Carrie was right, though. Lately, I’d begun to feel the lack of romance in my life. When I wasn’t working, I felt lonely. The following Saturday afternoon, however, it was business as usual – I was headed for an estate sale Aunt Susan wanted me to check out. I asked Carrie to come along, but she declined. “I refuse to feed your addiction, Lauren,” she said. So I went alone to a big Victorian house in an outlying neighborhood. I was in heaven. Beautiful oak and mahogany furniture filled the rooms. “Wow,” I murmured when I spied an old desk in the den. I was checking the price taped inside the open drawer when I heard a voice behind me.
“That one’s a real beauty, isn’t it?” I turned to face a guy who looked like he belonged on the cover of a romance novel. I’m Jason,” he said, extending his hand. “My partner and I are managing this estate sale. Are you interested in the desk?” “I am,” I answered, feeling a flush creep up my face. “It would fit just perfectly in my home office.” We chatted for a while – long enough to discover that we had some casual friends in common and we both loved antiques.
“Will your husband be picking up the desk?” he asked off-handedly. I smiled. “No husband,” I said. “My Aunt owns an antiques store. I’ll borrow her van.” He smiled at me. “I’ll be happy to deliver it if you don’t mind waiting until next weekend.” I’m no fool. Accepting his offer would give me a chance to see him again, so of course I accepted it.
The following Saturday found him at my front door, the desk strapped to a mover’s dolly. “Where would you like this, ma’am?” he asked, grinning. When we’d set it up in my office, Jason nodded approvingly. “You’ve got a good eye.” I blushed. I’d forgotten how nice it was to have a good-looking guy pay attention to me. He was smiling when he handed me the classifieds section of the newspaper with several ads circled in red.
“I found a few estate sales that sound interesting,” he said casually. “I could go with you and help you transport your finds – if you would have dinner with me afterwards.” I accepted his offer. As Aunt Susan always said, “You never know when you’re going to find a treasure, Lauren.” This time, however, I wasn’t thinking about furniture.