5 Ch 5: Oh, I doubt it

Following an accident, the road to her work had been closed, and traffic had been diverted. Her boss was standing in the doorway talking on his phone when

"I see a lot of accidents with my job," he said seriously. "But it's always harder when it's someone you know." "Will Leah be okay?" Maya asked, realizing she hadn't thought of Leah the entire morning. "Not sure yet," Dylan replied. "She's in a critical condition.

A taxi lost control and slammed into the driver's side of her car. She may not make it through the night." "Oh my Lord that's terrible," Maya gasped. "I hope she makes it. Does she have any children?"

"No, she's what we like to call a workaholic. She never has time for men, let alone children." "Yeah," Maya replied. "Sorry," Dylan said suddenly. "It slips my mind sometimes that you are a widower." "It doesn't matter," she replied. "So Isaac…," he said to change the subject and let the name linger in the air.

Maya smiled when she heard the name, and Dylan couldn't help but notice. "How do you know each other?" "He's an old friend of my husband," she replied, still smiling.

"Though I haven't seen him in donkey years. I thought he got married?" "Engaged," Dylan corrected. "But it fell apart. He was always away, and she didn't like it." "Yeah, I guess that's what happens when you get involved with a pilot," she replied. Dylan saw the sparkle in Maya's eyes, and he smiled.

"You two have a history don't you?" "No," she replied too quickly. "Well I wouldn't call it a history as such, I mean I always thought he was the perfect guy, but I don't think he saw much in me." "Time has a way of changing people's minds," he said. "And if you ask me, he is interested now."

"Oh I doubt it," she replied casually. "That kinda guy would never be interested in me." "Well, only time will tell," Dylan grinned. "And I gave him your number…" He was interrupted by Maya's cell ringing on her desk.

"Tell him I say hi," he teased before walking away. Maya doubted that the caller was Isaac, although she didn't recognize the number and immediately her insides were doing somersaults when she answered.

It was Isaac. "Are you doing anything for lunch?" He asked, and when she told him she hadn't made any plans he asked her to meet her at a little coffee shop down the street. Dylan was watching her from his cubicle, a big grin on his face, and Maya blushed.

"When did you move to Paris?" Isaac asked as they sat at the quaint little coffee shop, sipping on Lattes. "About six months ago," she replied. "Right after the funeral, I worked my notice, and then moved up here."

She explained how she had stayed with her sister for a while, and how difficult it was to raise two teenage girls on her own. "I can just imagine," he said sympathetically.