Page 19 of Look for Me

“Interesting. Wait here and I’ll get you a job application form,” she said.

“Okay. Thank you.” Martin prayed that he hadn’t made a mistake. He didn’t want to turn away—or turn off—Corinne.

Sandra came back quickly. The application form was wrinkled at one edge. “Fill that out and attach your resume.”

“I’ll get it back to you after lunch.”

“That soon?”

“Yeah. I’m here, and I could start work today. I’ll just need to find a place to print my resume.”

Sandra gave him a look.

Martin tried not to look desperate.

“Well, I’m too busy today, and it’s already Friday. We’re very busy on weekends. I won’t be able to get to your application until Monday,” Sandra said.

Next week?

Martin prayed quietly for God to give him patience to wait three days. “That’s fine.”

“You know, you might be able to use the printer at the library.” Sandra told him where it was located. “They’re usually open until six o’clock, except for a day or two. They’re closed on Sundays, so you have today and tomorrow to fill out your forms.”

“Good to know. Thanks for the information.” Martin smiled. “So when I’m done with it, how do I drop off my paperwork?”

“I’m here the rest of the day.” She seemed doubtful that Martin would return today. “I’m working for only half a day tomorrow, so if you get here before noon, you can drop it off with me. Otherwise it’ll have to be Monday. Or you can drop it off at the mailbox outside.”

Martin had no idea where the mailbox was. Sandra pointed in the general direction of the front door, which was open wide now with customers pouring in.

“When do you leave town?” Sandra asked.

“In a couple of months.”

“So you can only work here for two months?”

“Actually, as a virtual assistant, I could work remotely from anywhere. I’m not geography-dependent.”

“I see. Where are you from originally?”

“Savannah, Georgia.”

“Just passing through?” Her eyebrows rose.

“I’m taking a solo road trip, driving my dad’s car on the open road. I could keep going all the way until Key Largo if I want.”

“And telecommute?”

“Yep.” Although Martin was beginning to doubt if he could technically go back to his old virtual assistant job now that he was VP at MacMuscles.

That could be a problem if Dad wanted him home any time sooner. He figured he could talk Dad into letting him do work remotely. If he had to drive home to Savannah for the weekend, he could. It would be a little over five hundred and fifty miles. Or about eight hours of driving non-stop. He could do it.

All because he wanted to talk to Corinne again.

What on earth am I doing?

At the back of Martin’s mind, he wondered if asking for her forgiveness was the only thing he had come all the way to Key Largo for.

What if I want more?

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