“I’ve had so many smoothies and granola this month, I’m going back to my roots.”
“It’s okay to cheat every once in a while.” Lesley giggled, taking a bite of French toast. “Goodness knows I do it.”
Staring at a plate of eggs, bacon, and toast, the scent wafted to my nostrils, reminding me of growing up. “My mom used to cook this all the time. We had fresh eggs almost every day.”
Putting her fork down, she made eye contact with me. “Do you miss living in the country?”
“I miss the anonymity and the protection that comes from living in a small town. Although everyone does know each other’s business way more than they should, they also take care of each other.” I hoped she didn’t catch on I was still worried about that stupid stalker email. I was a grown man for Pete’s sake.
“I miss the safety of growing up, having my family around. My brothers wouldn’t let anyone mess with me.” She smiled, then took a long drink of milk. “Now, my muscles are so massive, I can take care of myself.”
“You’re an impressive physical specimen of a female, for sure.” Although I intended that remark to be innocent, I couldn’t deny an undertone of longing in my words. Lesley was beautiful, full of energy and talent. I was on the edge of a helpless situation.
“You’re a rather handsome man yourself, Eugene Carlton.”
I soaked up Lesley’s adoration like a dried out ocean sponge, soothing waters filling me with confidence and happiness. “I appreciate you my friend.”
“What would you say if I asked you out on an honest to goodness date?”
She absolutely knew exactly what I’d say.
How could I miss our dark complexioned admirer hanging on every word we shared?
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