Maybe It Was Memphis
Prologue
~*~
Memphis, Tennessee, 1982
Laura Spencer tapped her fingers distractedly on the check-in counter. Her back ached from the driving, but she already felt better being here.
"Ms. Webber?"
Laura looked up to find the impatient face of the concierge staring back at her, and realized he had probably called her a few times already. Her first impulse was to apologize, but she found she didn't really feel like it. So she simply said, "Yes?"
"Your room key," the man said, handing it over.
"Thank you," Laura said, flashing him a sugary smile. She turned around, not realizing there was someone waiting behind her. "Oh, excuse..." Laura's voice faded as she got a good look at who she'd bumped into. *Whoa*. "Me," she finally finished.
"It's all right," Mac Scorpio said, a light Australian accent coming out. He smiled an easy-going smile, while discreetly scrutinizing the beatiful woman in front of him.
They stood there for a minute, until the concierge coughed.
"I guess I should get out of your way, huh?" Laura laughed lightly. There was something vaguely familiar about this man, but she couldn't quite put her finger on what it was.
"Wait," Mac said before she could walk away. "What's your name?"
"Laura," she said. "You?"
"Malcolm," he replied. "But my friends call me Mac."
"Maybe I'll see you around, Malcolm."
"You can count on it, Laura." He watched her go, still smiling. The day seemed to be looking up, after all.
Prologue
~*~
Memphis, Tennessee, 1982
Laura Spencer tapped her fingers distractedly on the check-in counter. Her back ached from the driving, but she already felt better being here.
"Ms. Webber?"
Laura looked up to find the impatient face of the concierge staring back at her, and realized he had probably called her a few times already. Her first impulse was to apologize, but she found she didn't really feel like it. So she simply said, "Yes?"
"Your room key," the man said, handing it over.
"Thank you," Laura said, flashing him a sugary smile. She turned around, not realizing there was someone waiting behind her. "Oh, excuse..." Laura's voice faded as she got a good look at who she'd bumped into. *Whoa*. "Me," she finally finished.
"It's all right," Mac Scorpio said, a light Australian accent coming out. He smiled an easy-going smile, while discreetly scrutinizing the beatiful woman in front of him.
They stood there for a minute, until the concierge coughed.
"I guess I should get out of your way, huh?" Laura laughed lightly. There was something vaguely familiar about this man, but she couldn't quite put her finger on what it was.
"Wait," Mac said before she could walk away. "What's your name?"
"Laura," she said. "You?"
"Malcolm," he replied. "But my friends call me Mac."
"Maybe I'll see you around, Malcolm."
"You can count on it, Laura." He watched her go, still smiling. The day seemed to be looking up, after all.