They chattered nervously. They tapped their feet on the marble steps. They giggled at the sight of secretaries in tight skirts and high heels. They were only a few miles from the Rodriguez Market, but the street where the bank was located was in another world of trees and flowers and monuments. On Friday morning it was filled with traffic and people on their way to work. With one last word of encouragement to the women Catherine pushed the heavy glass door open and stepped inside. The women fell silent. Suddenly she regretted her decision to wear her peasant clothes. She felt as out of place as they must feel in this high-ceilinged lobby with its marble floor. She wiped her palms on her skirt and told a man behind a desk that she wanted to see Mr. Bentley. He gave her a doubtful look but picked up the phone. By the time Josh reached the lobby, Catherine had convinced herself she’d dreamed the whole thing. The kiss, the loan and the truck. But when she saw him their eyes locked and held.
