on a ranch on
horseback and performs multiple tasks on the ranch. So I ask you again Hank,
are you a cowboy?”
“What
made you think of me as a cowboy?” He gazed at her as he ate a spoonful of
potato salad. “Was it the blue jeans, belt buckle, boots and cowboy hat?”
“Maybe.”
Kari took another sip of her beverage, nervous from the way Hank was staring at
her. “Are you?”
“I
think most people would consider me one.” He winked at her. When Kari smiled
at him something huge started to happen with enormous uncertainty that was
growing by the minute, as she talked and grinned at him. It was a new feeling
that was indescribable. There was no name he could attribute how he was feeling;
it made him get goose bumps.
As
their plates emptied, Hank knew it was about time before Kari said that she was
leaving but he wasn’t ready. His heart screamed for him to push to the front
door and say goodnight, but his something else was telling him to the opposite.
It felt good to have someone to pay attention to him the way she did. Sometimes
their eyes would meet when they agreed on the same thing, or their hands would
accidentally touch one another’s only for them to smile, nod awkwardly. They
both tried to appear that they weren’t bothered by the fact they were attracted
to each other.
It’s
only lunch, Hank reminded himself. He would admit that Kari was a beautiful,
smart and creative woman. When their eyes locked over the table, Kari’s
demeanor was different from the first time they met. Was she starting to feel
what he was feeling? Hank was going against all his instincts. His wife of three
years just left him for another man, Natalie taught him to never fall in love
with woman like Kari who loved the flashy life. Hank told himself he would
never be that love sick man again.
No , he
thought to himself. He couldn’t allow himself to break every rule he’d put in
place to protect his heart. Just because Kari was a pretty girl with a nice
body shouldn’t make him swoon to the temptation. As Hank continued to look in
those whiskey color eyes, the feeling that was growing every second that
passed, only intensified. He had to look away from her.
“Do
you want dessert?” he asked, trying to make this lunch date between them last
longer. Hank was confused and startled at this feeling that he never felt
before, even with Natalie.
She
shook her head and wiped her mouth with a napkin. “I shouldn’t.”
Hank
nodded his head in agreement. He sat there in silence looking at her. He was
hot, uncomfortable and full. He focused his gaze to the trees in the distance.
The air between them became heated. Neither one of them moved an inch from
their respective seats.
“I
should help you clean up,” Kari offered, and stood up with her plate.
“No,”
he said, standing up quickly. “Don’t worry about the dishes.”
“No
seriously,” she said, picking up his plate.
“I
don’t even know if you know how to wash dishes,” Hank pondered aloud. Kari’s
head snapped up so hard. If looks could kill he would be dead. “I didn’t mean
anything…”
“Since
I’ve had the pleasure of getting to know you, I know for a fact that you’ve
been on my coat tails since the day we met.” Kari sat the dishes back down on
the table.
“I
made an observation, Kari, your hands have never seen hard work; their soft as
a baby’s ass. The designer clothes and shoes you wear, and not to mention that
expensive car you drive.”
“So,
you’re judging me on my lifestyle?” she scoffed. Forgetting about the dirty
dishes, Kari went into the house and gathered her belongings as Hank followed
her.
“Listen,
you’re taking what I just said out of context,” he said, and tried to touch her
arm, when she flinched away from him. Hank held his hands in surrender. “I didn’t
mean to hurt your feelings.”
“You
didn’t hurt my feelings,” she faked a laugh. “It just baffles me that you don’t
know shit about me, but
horseback and performs multiple tasks on the ranch. So I ask you again Hank,
are you a cowboy?”
“What
made you think of me as a cowboy?” He gazed at her as he ate a spoonful of
potato salad. “Was it the blue jeans, belt buckle, boots and cowboy hat?”
“Maybe.”
Kari took another sip of her beverage, nervous from the way Hank was staring at
her. “Are you?”
“I
think most people would consider me one.” He winked at her. When Kari smiled
at him something huge started to happen with enormous uncertainty that was
growing by the minute, as she talked and grinned at him. It was a new feeling
that was indescribable. There was no name he could attribute how he was feeling;
it made him get goose bumps.
As
their plates emptied, Hank knew it was about time before Kari said that she was
leaving but he wasn’t ready. His heart screamed for him to push to the front
door and say goodnight, but his something else was telling him to the opposite.
It felt good to have someone to pay attention to him the way she did. Sometimes
their eyes would meet when they agreed on the same thing, or their hands would
accidentally touch one another’s only for them to smile, nod awkwardly. They
both tried to appear that they weren’t bothered by the fact they were attracted
to each other.
It’s
only lunch, Hank reminded himself. He would admit that Kari was a beautiful,
smart and creative woman. When their eyes locked over the table, Kari’s
demeanor was different from the first time they met. Was she starting to feel
what he was feeling? Hank was going against all his instincts. His wife of three
years just left him for another man, Natalie taught him to never fall in love
with woman like Kari who loved the flashy life. Hank told himself he would
never be that love sick man again.
No , he
thought to himself. He couldn’t allow himself to break every rule he’d put in
place to protect his heart. Just because Kari was a pretty girl with a nice
body shouldn’t make him swoon to the temptation. As Hank continued to look in
those whiskey color eyes, the feeling that was growing every second that
passed, only intensified. He had to look away from her.
“Do
you want dessert?” he asked, trying to make this lunch date between them last
longer. Hank was confused and startled at this feeling that he never felt
before, even with Natalie.
She
shook her head and wiped her mouth with a napkin. “I shouldn’t.”
Hank
nodded his head in agreement. He sat there in silence looking at her. He was
hot, uncomfortable and full. He focused his gaze to the trees in the distance.
The air between them became heated. Neither one of them moved an inch from
their respective seats.
“I
should help you clean up,” Kari offered, and stood up with her plate.
“No,”
he said, standing up quickly. “Don’t worry about the dishes.”
“No
seriously,” she said, picking up his plate.
“I
don’t even know if you know how to wash dishes,” Hank pondered aloud. Kari’s
head snapped up so hard. If looks could kill he would be dead. “I didn’t mean
anything…”
“Since
I’ve had the pleasure of getting to know you, I know for a fact that you’ve
been on my coat tails since the day we met.” Kari sat the dishes back down on
the table.
“I
made an observation, Kari, your hands have never seen hard work; their soft as
a baby’s ass. The designer clothes and shoes you wear, and not to mention that
expensive car you drive.”
“So,
you’re judging me on my lifestyle?” she scoffed. Forgetting about the dirty
dishes, Kari went into the house and gathered her belongings as Hank followed
her.
“Listen,
you’re taking what I just said out of context,” he said, and tried to touch her
arm, when she flinched away from him. Hank held his hands in surrender. “I didn’t
mean to hurt your feelings.”
“You
didn’t hurt my feelings,” she faked a laugh. “It just baffles me that you don’t
know shit about me, but
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