first try at the popular new ‘Santa Fe’ style of decorating, and she had to acquire a storeroom full of furniture tochoose from when the time came. Since she had already been given a preliminary tour of the building, Fionnahad a pretty good idea of what would be acceptable to the owners when the time came to pick out furniture. Itall had to be old, hand-made, authentic, and the more scars the better. In other words, the Jameson’s werelooking for realism, and nothing short of bullet holes, saber scars, knife cuts and burn rings would be able to peak their interest. Fionna wasn’t fond of the necessary buying trips, but this one might actually be fun. Texashad a lot to offer in the way of history, and if she was lucky, she just might be able to buy some of it this week!Her mind wandered back to the man she had originally been thinking about, Aron Jameson. She had starteddating him about three months ago. They had met, for the first time, at her lawyer’s office, where Aron hadescorted his elderly aunt so she could sign the contracts for having the mansion redecorated. The two of themhad taken to each other immediately, and two days later, Aron had called to ask her out. He was really a verynice man, and he got along well with Rachel, but Fionna wasn’t exactly happy about the fact that Aron seemedto be getting serious. Not that she didn’t enjoy his company… she did, but the feelings she had for him weremore along the lines of friendship, not love. She could do a lot worse than marrying Aron, she supposed. After all, he was rich, although the money didn’t matter, since she had plenty of her own now. He was handsome,caring, gentle… well, the list went on and on. He was definitely somebody’s dream man, but not hers. At themoment, she had no desire to marry, and she certainly wasn’t going to tie the knot just to get a father for Rachel! No, if she married, it would be for love… not for convenience.CHAPTER 2Friday evening, Martin left the Oklahoma City airport at seven-fifteen. He grabbed the first available caband asked the driver to recommend a reasonably priced hotel. When they pulled up in front of the motel belonging to a country-wide chain, Martin thanked him, paid his fare, and headed for the reception desk withhis luggage.Ten minutes later, he was inside the room. He kicked off his shoes, pulled off his tie, and fell backwardsonto the bed. It felt wonderful! So wonderful, that he decided to take a nap before showering and grabbing a latesupper. The plane trip wouldn’t have been too bad but, combined with a six to two job, and a two-thirty to four-thirty class in self improvement, not to mention the hurried drive to the airport in order to catch his flight…well, to put it mildly, he was exhausted! A good night’s sleep would do him wonders, though, and he should beable to jump out of bed in the morning and go job hunting. He had three whole days in which to accomplish thisgoal and, since he already had five interviews set up, he was very optimistic about the results. He longed to seeFionna of course, but he didn’t dare look her up before his transformation was complete. Martin did a mentalcheck of himself, carefully scrutinizing the finer points as viewed by a stranger. He already looked like adifferent person, and he was beginning to feel like a man again, instead of a spoiled child. It felt good to be ableto look at himself in the mirror and actually like what he saw there. Three more weeks, three short weeks, andhe would be living in Oklahoma City. Living and working in the same city Fionna called home! He fell asleepwith a very satisfied smile on his face, excited to finally be walking down the yellow brick road on his way tothe one thing that meant the most to him, the one person he loved more than life itself… Fionna McCloud.Fionna’s cab pulled up in front of the Oklahoma City airport just seconds before the cab in front of themleft the curb. She had saw the man getting into it, and gasped as she realized who he looked like. Shaking her head in an attempt to clear the fog from her brain, she automatically refused to believe what her eyes had seen.Why, there must be thousands of men who resembled Martin in one way or another! The chances of that manactually being Martin were slim to non-existent. She gathered her bags, paid her fare, and ran for the ticketdesk. She had minutes to spare, as the flight to Texas was already boarding passengers. Checking her luggagequickly, she headed for the ramp.Fionna barely had time to stash her carry-on in the overhead compartment before the door was closed andthe ‘fasten your seat belts’ sign flashed on. She settled back into her seat and promptly fell asleep, lulled by the pleasant whirring sound of the powerful engines as the plane taxied out onto the runway.