town? Is it stupid for me to live out here?”
“Stupid? No. I totally understand why you’d want to live here. It’s beautiful…and peaceful.” Elan opened the windows back up to let in some fresh air.
“Unless of course there’s a psycho in your drive.” Randi put the water on to boil, then rattled around, looking for a baking dish. “Do you know Joe?”
“Know who he is? Yeah, but know him? Not really.”
“What about Maggie?”
There was a long pause before Elan answered, “I know Maggie. We…dated, when I first got out of med school.”
Randi tried to be gentle as she probed, “Sounds like there’s some history there.”
“Maggie’s a good woman, a beautiful woman. She…just lost her way.” Elan swallowed hard, and Randi decided to let it go.
“Do we need something a little stiffer to drink than coffee? I’ve got a bottle of good bourbon that was a going away present.”
Pushing his hair back from his forehead, Elan nodded. “Yeah, why not? That sounds good.”
After she turned off the boiling water, Randi found a can of mixed nuts and popped the top, setting it on the table along with two glasses and the bottle. “You want an ice cube, or do you take it neat?”
Elan picked up his bottle, “Skip the ice, this looks too good to water back.” He splashed some liquor into each glass, as Randi turned on her iPod with its little speakers. “What do you want to listen to?” she asked.
Elan sloshed the amber liquid around in his glass, “I don’t know, something old school. How about the Rolling Stones?”
Randi nodded in agreement, “Good choice.
“A lot of the kids on the rez—they’re into hip hop.”
“Kids are kids. Always looking for a way to distinguish themselves from the older generation.”
“I’m okay with the rap, it’s the gangsta part that I don’t like. Glorifying weed, and turning women into bitches and hoes…we don’t need that. Up in Lakota country, the Sioux have a real problem with gangs now. Native Americans have enough of our own problems, why import more?” He took a swig.
“Okay, no getting morose. That’s not going to help anything.”
“No it’s not,” Elan tossed the rest of his drink back, “But I know what’s going to make me feel better.”
“What?” Randi asked as she took a sip.
“This.” Elan’s hand slipped behind Randi’s neck, pulling her face to his. His lips pressed hard against Randi’s mouth, his tongue insistent as he tried to part her lips. She resisted for a moment without pulling back, and then something just gave way inside her. Her mouth relaxed and his tongue slipped in, gently making a sensuous inspection. He released her and stood up, peeling his t-shirt off as he did. His lean body was much as Randi had imagined it: the slight swell of well-formed pecs, a rippling washboard stomach, corded arms. He pulled Randi to her feet, tugging her shirt off over her head. She was wearing a sports bra, nothing sexy, but as his eyes swept over her, she felt like the most desirable woman in the world. For once, Elan was wordless, and everything he did was decisive. Randi felt her resolve to take things slowly slipping away. Elan’s tongue, teeth and lips played across her face and neck in an erotic exploration as his hands held her body firmly against him.
“And I had just told
“Stupid? No. I totally understand why you’d want to live here. It’s beautiful…and peaceful.” Elan opened the windows back up to let in some fresh air.
“Unless of course there’s a psycho in your drive.” Randi put the water on to boil, then rattled around, looking for a baking dish. “Do you know Joe?”
“Know who he is? Yeah, but know him? Not really.”
“What about Maggie?”
There was a long pause before Elan answered, “I know Maggie. We…dated, when I first got out of med school.”
Randi tried to be gentle as she probed, “Sounds like there’s some history there.”
“Maggie’s a good woman, a beautiful woman. She…just lost her way.” Elan swallowed hard, and Randi decided to let it go.
“Do we need something a little stiffer to drink than coffee? I’ve got a bottle of good bourbon that was a going away present.”
Pushing his hair back from his forehead, Elan nodded. “Yeah, why not? That sounds good.”
After she turned off the boiling water, Randi found a can of mixed nuts and popped the top, setting it on the table along with two glasses and the bottle. “You want an ice cube, or do you take it neat?”
Elan picked up his bottle, “Skip the ice, this looks too good to water back.” He splashed some liquor into each glass, as Randi turned on her iPod with its little speakers. “What do you want to listen to?” she asked.
Elan sloshed the amber liquid around in his glass, “I don’t know, something old school. How about the Rolling Stones?”
Randi nodded in agreement, “Good choice.
“A lot of the kids on the rez—they’re into hip hop.”
“Kids are kids. Always looking for a way to distinguish themselves from the older generation.”
“I’m okay with the rap, it’s the gangsta part that I don’t like. Glorifying weed, and turning women into bitches and hoes…we don’t need that. Up in Lakota country, the Sioux have a real problem with gangs now. Native Americans have enough of our own problems, why import more?” He took a swig.
“Okay, no getting morose. That’s not going to help anything.”
“No it’s not,” Elan tossed the rest of his drink back, “But I know what’s going to make me feel better.”
“What?” Randi asked as she took a sip.
“This.” Elan’s hand slipped behind Randi’s neck, pulling her face to his. His lips pressed hard against Randi’s mouth, his tongue insistent as he tried to part her lips. She resisted for a moment without pulling back, and then something just gave way inside her. Her mouth relaxed and his tongue slipped in, gently making a sensuous inspection. He released her and stood up, peeling his t-shirt off as he did. His lean body was much as Randi had imagined it: the slight swell of well-formed pecs, a rippling washboard stomach, corded arms. He pulled Randi to her feet, tugging her shirt off over her head. She was wearing a sports bra, nothing sexy, but as his eyes swept over her, she felt like the most desirable woman in the world. For once, Elan was wordless, and everything he did was decisive. Randi felt her resolve to take things slowly slipping away. Elan’s tongue, teeth and lips played across her face and neck in an erotic exploration as his hands held her body firmly against him.
“And I had just told
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