Total pages in book: 103
Estimated words: 97032 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 485(@200wpm)___ 388(@250wpm)___ 323(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 97032 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 485(@200wpm)___ 388(@250wpm)___ 323(@300wpm)
I got busy on my prepper business, keeping my website current and working on material for my new podcast series that was growing fast. It’s easier for people to multitask when you can pop earphones in and listen to a podcast while doing other things, like writing the books I’m under contract to write.
Time flies by when you’re engrossed in work, and I was finishing up reading and responding to some emails before it was time to pick up Ian when I came across one from the local community college’s bulletins. I signed up to receive a notice on their lecture series and one lecture caught my eye.
READING PEOPLE LIKE AN OPEN BOOK presented by Professor Evan Swatcher.
Join us for an engaging and insightful lecture on the art of “Reading People Like An Open Book.” In this thought-provoking session, we will explore the fascinating world of non-verbal communication, uncovering the subtle cues that reveal volumes about an individual's thoughts, feelings, and intentions.
Delve into the secrets of body language, facial expressions, and vocal nuances as we decode the silent language that permeates every interaction. Whether you’re interested in enhancing your professional relationships, improving personal connections, or simply refining your observational skills, this lecture offers valuable insights and practical tools.
Led by Professor Evan Swatcher, this session promises an enriching journey of self-discovery and heightened awareness. Learn how to navigate social dynamics with greater ease, foster empathy, and gain a deeper understanding of the intricate ways in which humans communicate beyond words.
Don’t miss this opportunity to unlock the hidden chapters of human interaction. Join us for an exploration into the art and science of “Reading People Like An Open Book” and gain a new perspective on the profound language that connects us all.
I shot a quick text to Ian to see if he would be interested in attending the lecture with me and sent one to Amy to see if she and Beau would be interested as well. I had a feeling it would be a resounding yes and it was. I signed Ian and me up and Amy took care of her and Beau.
Once done, I sent Ian a text that I was on my way, and he was waiting outside the lodge for me. The man always managed to flutter my heart. It wasn’t his handsome features—okay, maybe a little—it was the way his gorgeous blue eyes lit up when he saw me, like he was always thrilled even if it had been just a short time since we had seen each other. And I couldn’t help but smile.
“Hi, gorgeous,” he said after getting in the truck and leaned across the console to kiss me.
Okay, maybe my heart flutters had something to do with his kisses as well. He truly was a genius at kissing.
“That lecture you suggested sounds interesting,” Ian said, settling in his seat and locking his seatbelt.
We discussed it on the way to the church, Ian glad to hear that Amy and Beau would be joining us.
The church sat at the edge of the oldest section of the cemetery where the mausoleums and aged headstones were located. The church wasn’t the original wood building that had been built with the inception of the town. The weather and age deteriorated it over the years and a lovely stone church replaced it, steeple and all. It went through several updates until a final modernized addition was added that did not distract from its age and beauty.
Reverend Herbert’s office was in the oldest part of the church, and I pulled into the small parking area there.
Some people believed that Millie, the reverend’s secretary, was there as long as the church, but that wasn’t possible. Besides, the woman looked younger than her seventy years.
“He’s waiting for you, Pepper,” Millie said, greeting us with a pleasant smile when Ian and I entered the office. “How is your mom? I intend to vote for her for mayor.”
“She is doing well, and she will be delighted to get your vote, Millie,” I said, people telling me the same nonstop, which had me believing my mom just might win the mayoral election. I cast a quick glance at Ian. “I don’t know if you have ever met—”
“Your boyfriend, Ian Macgregor,” Millie said, extending her hand, “the handsome book cover model everyone is talking about. I have several books with you on the cover.”
Ian shook her hand, holding it a bit before letting go. I noticed he did that with women who would come up to him and request an autograph or just tell him how much they love his book covers. It was as if he was letting them know he appreciated the recognition. I also saw that no matter what age, it caused every woman to blush, something you don’t see often.
The door to the reverend’s office opened and a short, slim man with silver-colored hair and a gentle smile stepped out.