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television viewing, whereby she stared at the TV screen without an idea of what she was watching, Angela crawled back into bed. She hankered for a good night’s sleep that would leave her refreshed for work the next morning, but her fantasies kept getting in the way.  Would she and Aiden get as far as going on a date? Where would they go? What would be the first words exchanged between them when they met face to face? What was his voice like - smooth and silky or rough and manly?
                  Hours passed before Angela fell asleep, and when she did, her dreams were merely an extension of the fantasies of her waking hours. She had entered into an exciting realm of possibilities; the ensuing days and events couldn’t come fast enough for her.
                 

 
     
     
                 
     
     
    CHAPTER THREE
     
    A ngela awoke before the annoyingly loud buzz of her alarm clock had a chance to startle her into the realization of a new day. Usually, she would lie in bed for a few minutes, read her daily devotional, say a prayer and mentally run through what her day would look like, if all went according to plan. This morning was different.
                  After rising without hesitation, she made herself a cup of coffee, lifted the laptop from where she had left it on the kitchen table the night before, and returned to bed.  Seated upright in the bed, her cup of coffee resting on her night stand, Angela eagerly logged onto the Christian Blend website. Her chest rose with excited anticipation upon seeing the notification that she had received new mail. As quickly as it rose, it sank with bitter disappointment. The new mail was from the Christian Blend staff welcoming her to the online community. 
                  It was worth double-checking to ensure that she hadn’t missed anything. She clicked on her inbox again, went through her messages and winks. Nothing showed up, except Aiden Jacob’s message from the previous night. She clicked through the list of people whose profiles she had viewed, as well as the list of people who had viewed her profile. No one, with the exception of Aiden Jacobs, had viewed her profile.
                  “It’s early days yet,” Angela encouraged herself. She only needed one perfect match to change her life, and who was to say if Aiden Jacobs was not the one. She would respond to his message when she returned home from work later in the evening. She felt too rushed to formulate a good response to him now, and didn’t want to risk making a less than stellar first impression.
                  As she stood in the steaming hot shower, she could hear her alarm clock going off. She wondered if her neighbors could hear the persistent buzzing. Her head bowed forward, the soothing water coursing down and gently massaging her back - she had no intention of curtailing this time of relaxation to go and turn off the alarm.
    R efreshed and charged up for her day, she arrived at work earlier than usual. Her job as a court reporter was rewarding. She particularly enjoyed the courtroom atmosphere where, besides taking a verbatim account of the evidence during trials, she studied all the characters she came across and made her own silent judgments about each case. She loved the fact that she brought an anonymous presence to the courtroom - most people failed to notice her and neither knew nor cared who she was; yet so much hinged on her presence and the accuracy with which she recorded and transcribed the proceedings. She was currently assigned to report on an assault case in which there was no shortage of twists and turns and legal wrangling.
                  In the two years that she had worked for Maven Court Reporters, she had proven her worth. Her reputation as a reliable, conscientious and professional employee had earned her the respect of her employer, and the owner of the agency – Sharon Dumbray. Angela