barstool.
“What
are you doing for lunch? I have some ribs bathing in some in my famous sauce.”
“I
don’t think that’s appropriate,” Kari said, tapping away on her iPad.
“Wasn’t
it improper for you to go poking through the belongings in my room?”
Kari
groaned and stopped typing. She looked up from her iPad at Hank, who wore a
grin on his face. “Fine,” she said, putting down the electronic device. “I’ll
have lunch with you because obviously, I don’t have anything else to do on a Saturday.”
“Good.”
Hank went to the refrigerator and took out ribs on an aluminum tray. “I can put
you to work with peeling potatoes.”
“Potatoes
for what?” she said, scrunching up her face and looking at her newly manicure
nails.
Hank
slapped his forehead. “Damn sugar, I forget that you didn’t want to get messy.
Just pull up a chair and watch me cook.”
Kari
could recognize the insult that was coming from Hank. Instead of going back and
forth with him, she waltzed over to the wall and picked up the apron that said
“Kiss The Cook” and tied it around her waist. “I don’t know… how to cook,” she
said, looking down at her feet.
“What?”
he said in disbelief. “How do you eat?”
Kari
wanted to tell Hank that since growing up she had cooks and maids at her
service. Moving to Nashville she let that rich life go to live a more practical
life. “I never learned how.”
“Did
your mom cook?”
“Nope,
but she knew how to eat,” she said truthfully.
Hank
laughed. Reaching in the kitchen drawer he handed Kari a peeler. He noticed the
way she stared at the utensil as if it was a foreign object. “It’s a vegetable
peeler.”
“I
knew that,” she lied.
“Here,
let me show you how it’s done.” Hank picked up a potato and demonstrated to
Kari how it was done.
“Ooh,
that’s easy,” she replied, picking up a potato and mimicking Hank’s action.
“So,
what do you eat when you’re at home?” Hank asked.
“Well,
there are plenty of restaurants and not to mention I can eat cereal at night.” She
smiled, peeling the potato.
“I’m
going to toss these on the grill and I’ll be right back.” He walked out the
kitchen carrying the tray full of ribs.
By
the time three o’clock rolled around Kari and Hank were sitting down to an
old-fashion southern lunch that consist of BBQ ribs, potato salad, and bake beans.
The outdoor patio by the pool was set today, and the weather was pleasantly
nice and sunny. A few clouds in the sky would occasionally pass over blocking
out the sun. Throughout the afternoon, they would catch each other taking
subtle peaks at one another.
For
some unexplained reason, there was a twinge of excitement passing through her.
Kari didn’t know if it was because she enjoyed spending the time with Hank as
he taught her how to cook or if it was because she couldn’t’ wait to bite into
the delicious food that he’d prepared.
Hank
fixed Kari a plate and sat it down and front of her next to a mason jar filled
with iced tea and lemon. “Thank you,” she said.
“You’re
welcome, doll.”
He
ate his food but couldn’t take his eyes off of Kari as they made small talk.
She bounced happily as she chewed; everything about Kari was cute even the way
she ate. Just by the way she carried herself, Hank knew that Kari was from a
different lifestyle than he was accustom to you. Yeah, he lived in a nice big
house that he worked his ass off for, but Kari came from money. Her mannerisms,
the way she scooped her food from the plate, and how she sipped her drink.
“So
Mr. Jackson, are you a cowboy?” she asked, taking a sip of her drink.
“What
do you think a cowboy is?” He fired back at her.
“Let
me.” Kari picked up her cell phone.
“What
are you doing?” he asked, with an amused looked on his face.
“Getting
the definition.” She looked at him with a coy smile before reciting the
definition. “A cowboy is an animal herder who tends to cattle
“What
are you doing for lunch? I have some ribs bathing in some in my famous sauce.”
“I
don’t think that’s appropriate,” Kari said, tapping away on her iPad.
“Wasn’t
it improper for you to go poking through the belongings in my room?”
Kari
groaned and stopped typing. She looked up from her iPad at Hank, who wore a
grin on his face. “Fine,” she said, putting down the electronic device. “I’ll
have lunch with you because obviously, I don’t have anything else to do on a Saturday.”
“Good.”
Hank went to the refrigerator and took out ribs on an aluminum tray. “I can put
you to work with peeling potatoes.”
“Potatoes
for what?” she said, scrunching up her face and looking at her newly manicure
nails.
Hank
slapped his forehead. “Damn sugar, I forget that you didn’t want to get messy.
Just pull up a chair and watch me cook.”
Kari
could recognize the insult that was coming from Hank. Instead of going back and
forth with him, she waltzed over to the wall and picked up the apron that said
“Kiss The Cook” and tied it around her waist. “I don’t know… how to cook,” she
said, looking down at her feet.
“What?”
he said in disbelief. “How do you eat?”
Kari
wanted to tell Hank that since growing up she had cooks and maids at her
service. Moving to Nashville she let that rich life go to live a more practical
life. “I never learned how.”
“Did
your mom cook?”
“Nope,
but she knew how to eat,” she said truthfully.
Hank
laughed. Reaching in the kitchen drawer he handed Kari a peeler. He noticed the
way she stared at the utensil as if it was a foreign object. “It’s a vegetable
peeler.”
“I
knew that,” she lied.
“Here,
let me show you how it’s done.” Hank picked up a potato and demonstrated to
Kari how it was done.
“Ooh,
that’s easy,” she replied, picking up a potato and mimicking Hank’s action.
“So,
what do you eat when you’re at home?” Hank asked.
“Well,
there are plenty of restaurants and not to mention I can eat cereal at night.” She
smiled, peeling the potato.
“I’m
going to toss these on the grill and I’ll be right back.” He walked out the
kitchen carrying the tray full of ribs.
By
the time three o’clock rolled around Kari and Hank were sitting down to an
old-fashion southern lunch that consist of BBQ ribs, potato salad, and bake beans.
The outdoor patio by the pool was set today, and the weather was pleasantly
nice and sunny. A few clouds in the sky would occasionally pass over blocking
out the sun. Throughout the afternoon, they would catch each other taking
subtle peaks at one another.
For
some unexplained reason, there was a twinge of excitement passing through her.
Kari didn’t know if it was because she enjoyed spending the time with Hank as
he taught her how to cook or if it was because she couldn’t’ wait to bite into
the delicious food that he’d prepared.
Hank
fixed Kari a plate and sat it down and front of her next to a mason jar filled
with iced tea and lemon. “Thank you,” she said.
“You’re
welcome, doll.”
He
ate his food but couldn’t take his eyes off of Kari as they made small talk.
She bounced happily as she chewed; everything about Kari was cute even the way
she ate. Just by the way she carried herself, Hank knew that Kari was from a
different lifestyle than he was accustom to you. Yeah, he lived in a nice big
house that he worked his ass off for, but Kari came from money. Her mannerisms,
the way she scooped her food from the plate, and how she sipped her drink.
“So
Mr. Jackson, are you a cowboy?” she asked, taking a sip of her drink.
“What
do you think a cowboy is?” He fired back at her.
“Let
me.” Kari picked up her cell phone.
“What
are you doing?” he asked, with an amused looked on his face.
“Getting
the definition.” She looked at him with a coy smile before reciting the
definition. “A cowboy is an animal herder who tends to cattle
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