(Picking up mid-chapter)

"No," he corrected, "I want us to work on the script and the screenplay. I know distance is a problem but with computers and e-mail these days we can do it, don't you think?" Lizzie loved the computer and he knew it he also knew that was his in with her as far as this proposal went. He sat back and watched her think about it. She seemed stumped and taking note of their surroundings, he realized the restaurant was closing. They'd sat here for almost an hour and a half and not once did she ask him a Through the Mirror question. Nothing about this episode or that episode or how did he feel about…whatever. He'd expected her to gush or squeal or cry or something upon meeting him as so many of his fans did. This was something Michael never got used to though he did get through it every time it happened. The more he sat here with her the more he became assured that Lizzie was not a fan-addict in disguise or otherwise. Lizzie was just as down-to-earth in person as she tended to be in her e-mails. She looked so pretty sitting there with soft blush of color lighting up her cheeks. Michael realized something else; he wasn't quite ready for their evening to end. "What do you say we go for a walk by the Falls?" Michael suggested. "I think they're about to kick us out of here."

"Hum?" Lizzie looked around and saw he was right. "Oh, ok." She stuttered.

They took the elevator down from the Skylon Tower. Upon exiting, they walked across the large park to the stonewall with the rushing Falls behind. "Do you like it here?" Michael asked.

"I love it," Lizzie replied, "aren't they beautiful?" She asked and fished in her purse for her new digital camera. "Do you mind?"

"Oh, no." Michael went to step away from the wall and out of the shot.

"No, I mean, do you mind if I take your photograph?" Lizzie asked quietly. "It's a very nice image; you with the Horseshoe Falls at night."

Michael glanced over his shoulder at the site of the mighty Falls all lit up in the colors of the rainbow on this clear starlight night. "Sure."

Not only did she get to stand here with him but she was going to be allowed to photograph him as well. With any luck, she'd be seeing a lot more of him. Looking at the screen showing her Michael and the Falls Lizzie remembered her dream and marveled at the idea that it had come true. She took several pictures of him before putting the camera away. "Thank you."

It was late and there were very few people milling about. No one recognized Michael or asked for an autograph from either of them as they stood at the wall gazing out at the grand site of the rushing water. "Excuse me," Michael called out to a passerby, "Sir?"

The man who's attention Michael was trying to get turned around, "Yes?"

"Would you mind taking our photograph, please?"

"Sure," the man walked over and reached for Lizzie's camera.

"Oh, no," she stammered, "I'm the photographer that means I don't get in front of the camera."

"Come over here."

Well, it was just a photograph. It would be a nice little something to remember him by. Lizzie handed over her new camera to stand by Michael's side but not too close.

He leaned over and whispered in her ear, "I don't bite. Hard." He regretted the last word until she snickered while she blushed and her eyes shined at him. Michael held out his arm and Lizzie stood by his side while the nice gentleman took their photograph. "Thank you." Michael said to him.

"Yes, thank you very much." Lizzie agreed before he could walk away. She pushed the button to see the photograph on the LCD.

"Nice," he remarked over her shoulder. "Send me a copy."

"All right." She said without thinking about just how she was supposed to accomplish that sending it to him. It was very nice, they almost made a handsome couple. Almost.

"What do you say? Do you want to work with me?" Michael asked. "I think we can do this."

Yes, she did want to work with him. She wanted to work very closely with him even though she knew it was going to be sheer torture. "I have to clear everything with Pauline," Lizzie offered. "But yes, I would like to do this with you." She looked down at her feet in their open toed shoes noticing they were blue and that was because there was still snow on the ground. The night was very chilly as she stood there in nothing but the thin cotton dress. Lizzie raised her eyes to look back up at him still not quite believing he was standing there. "I wrote Eddie for you," Lizzie confessed.

"You did?" Michael asked trying to sound surprised and thinking it came off pretty well. "I had no idea."

"If a movie is ever made, Michael, I think you'll be fantastic in this role." Lizzie marveled at how easily his name continued to slip from her lips. Not once had she even thought of calling him Dennis, clearly he wasn't Dennis Johnson but someone even more wonderful.

That's what I'm hoping, he thought but didn't say. "Thanks for the vote of confidence." He said as he took off the tuxedo jacket and put it around her shoulders. Lizzie wasn't wearing a coat tonight because she hadn't had to leave the hotel where she was staying in order to go to the awards ceremony and now she stood there shivering in the chilly night air.

"Thank you," Lizzie said softly as she pulled the jacket tighter around her and breathed in the intoxicating scent of his cologne as deeply as she could.

(Chapter continues)

End Excerpt for Dream Weaver by Lisa Beth Darling
The Above may not be reproduced, in whole or in part, in any manner. Copyright 2010. All Rights Reserved

Find Out More About Dream Weaver

Sexcerpt 

Paperbacks

Trailer  Reviews    

Purchase from Moon Mistress
$1.99

Download Instructions

Adobe/PDF

Kindle

Epub/Nook/iBooks

Sony

Palm

Also Available On

       

Books by Lisa Beth Darling

       

Copyright 2010 Lisa Beth Darling & Moon Mistress Publishing All Rights Reserved