“I just don’t feel right about this. I can’t do this alone.” Her green eyes held a hint of sadness, but he could see that there was a part of her that wanted this.
Whatever life she left behind is Darla’s problem now.
“It’s going to be okay,” he said softly. “Let me make some phone calls, and we’ll figure this out…together.”
“Oh, thank you!” She cried out and threw her arms around him in response.
He didn’t know how he was going to help her, but Jenkins knew he had to try. When she pulled back, soft blond tendrils fell in her face, and she looked up at him with a tender smile. “Really, thank you.”
“Um … ” He cleared his throat. “Why don’t you go get dressed?” He desperately needed her to change into something else. The robe hugged her curves, and he wanted to keep his thoughts clear. He was surprised that Pamela was affecting him in a way that she never had before. Then again, her body had never been filled with this person before.
She was different from both previous souls, older and more mature than the original girl, and infinitely kinder than the shape-shifting body snatcher he’d come to loathe.
“Okay, I am going to try to limit who I talk to for now. I feel like I am screwing up, because I have no idea how to act.” Pamela stood to leave. “There are also way too many clothing items to choose from, so please forgive whatever outfit I put together.” Jenkins smiled at her innocence.
“Just keep doing what you are doing now. If anyone asks why you are being weird, just tell them you are trying out different characters for an upcoming movie.”
“Right, good plan. I am an actress after all.” She flourished her arm in the air with a dramatic flair as she exited the library.
Pamela left the door open, and he watched as she turned right into the hallway, and then a few seconds later, she crossed back over with a quick, “The bedroom is this way,” accompanied by a sweet, sheepish smile.
Jenkins smiled alone in the library. He opened his phone and called the unknown number.
“Jenkins, what is happening? Do you know how I got here?”
“I have an idea.”
“And?!”
Jenkins thought for a moment whether he should really tell her the truth or keep it a secret.
“You’re Callie Stone now. You’re thirty years old and you live at 46 Westbrooke Road in Traverse City, Michigan with your husband. You are much younger than in your previous body, so you should take that as a win. Goodbye, Callie.”
“Jenkins!”
He closed his phone and quickly dialed his secretary. “Hi Bridgett, can you please reschedule all my meetings for the rest of the day? Something has come up that is urgent and needs to be handled today.”
“Of course, Mr. Jenkins. Would you like me to hold all your calls as well?”
“Yes, I will be turning my phone off for the rest of the day.”
“Yes, sir.”
“Oh, and one more thing. Can you please get me a new phone and a new number? I would like to start having a personal phone and a business phone. Don’t give out my personal number to anyone.”
“Will do, Mr. Jenkins.”
He hung up and pushed the button to turn his phone completely off.I’m guessing she got my phone number from the office. Up until now, I had no reason not to give it out to potential clients. But she doesn’t know where I live, so I am good there in case she comes looking for me.
Pamela returned just as he hung up, dressed simply in a white collared shirt and jeans with a pink floral pattern. Her golden blond hair lay down her back, wet and wavy.
Her freshly clean face caused Jenkins to draw a quick breath. She commanded the room despite her efforts to appear small and insignificant.
“Who was that?”
“Just my assistant. I asked her to clear my schedule. There’s a lot to cover if we are going to make this work,” Jenkins responded as he settled into a seat with a notepad and pen. He did everything he could not to stare at her.
“Won’t Pamela be angry?”
