Connie twirled in front of the mirror. “Do you think Mr. Rossini will be able to resist me?” There was a silence, and then she laughed, a light flirtatious giggle. “Alan! You shouldn’t say things like that! But you’re right. I do look fantastic.” Connie listened for a moment; then a frown spread across her face. It was clear she didn’t like what Alan was saying. “Do I really have to tell him?” She picked up Alan’s picture to stare into his eyes. “I know it’s only fair, but . . . what if he says no?” There was another long silence, and then Connie sighed. “All right, Alan. You win. I know Mr. Rossini’s going to be a nice man. It’ll be almost like seeing you again. He’s got a part of you inside him.” Connie stepped closer to kiss Alan’s picture, her lips brushing lightly against the glass. Then she cast one last look at the mirror and smiled as she went out the door. * * * The office had been a madhouse, and Jill was tired when she got off the freeway.
