by C.C. Brandi “Hello, Candi,” the tall woman said. He looked up from his papers, surprised. No one usually spoke to him here, at the cafe, and particularly not attractive women. Pity I’m not who she thinks I am, he thought. It would be nice to be the subject of her attentions. But, as usual when it came to women, he was the wrong person at the wrong time. “I’m sorry,” he said, “I think you’re mistaken. My name’s Candon.” She rewarded him with a quick smile. “I know. Candon Phillips Smith. Ph.D. in World Literature. That’s your name. At least now it is. Candi doesn’t come until much later.” What? He stared at her for a moment. “Do I, uh, know you?” “Not yet. You will. I predict we will have a close business relationship.” Dear God, he thought. She’s nuts. Then he almost laughed. All this time, I’ve been waiting for a woman who’d actually come on to me, rather than the other way around. And when it finally happens, she’s crazy. Still...he looked at her a