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A/N: I don't know where this will go… Let me know what you think.

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Chapter 26

'Joy' emails Max…again

FROM: Joy*NewYorkDates:com

TO: Max*NewYorkDates:com

Hi Max!

I'm not sure how I feel about you telling me we are so well suited for each other and yet your Nanny is 'out of your league.' But, I suppose I'll let it slide. Now about this if you started something and it didn't work out, the children being devastated. I got the impression that your kids were…well a little older. Anyway…her loss is my gain, I guess.

Your business partner sounds like she was a good friend to your wife. And I've already told you that you have to tell the special people in your life that they are the special people in your life. I'm glad if I could make you see how important that is. People may know you care, they may even know you love them or need them. But there's nothing in the world like hearing it. Of that I can assure you.

Wow…so you think it's either true hate or true love. I've heard there is a fine line between the two. It could be that your butler thinks he's not good enough for your big shot partner…or she thinks she's too good for him so to shield themselves from the 'love' they fake the 'hate'. I've seen it…you'd be surprised how convincing it can be.

Everyone needs someone who cares about how their day was and how they're feeling about things. A special someone you can't imagine being without. You are a bit of a romantic, aren't you, Max? It's beautiful what you said about wanting someone who can't imagine waking in the morning next to anyone buy you. Wow…that really sums it up. I like it when you go all sappy.

I can't wait to hear from you again.

Should we set up our face to face now? I leave it to your schedule.

Affectionately,

Joy

"Miss Fine!" Max's voice rang out as Fran hit the send button and closed the laptop just as Max whipped open the door to the kitchen. "There you are. I understand that Margaret has a bit of a crush on her Philosophy teacher, Steve. You have to go down to the school and have a talk with this man."

"Uhm…ok, Mr. Sheffield." Fran sighs and Max nods and leaves the kitchen. "Two steps forward and three steps back."