find a pattern

We met in the park, from time to time. I couldn’t find a pattern to her days, no schedule which I could anticipated or follow. Some days she was there, some days she wasn’t, sometimes earlier, sometimes later. Wendy didn’t seem to really care if she ran into me, but she always seemed to enjoy herself when we were together. I called her apartment more often than I should have, but she never answered the phone anyway. One Thursday afternoon, much to my surprise, Wendy picked up the phone.

Lord Malinov, Erotic Romances

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Lord Malinov, literary author, bon vivant, rogue romantic poet
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