struggled
to keep up. She vibrated with energy, and he swore he felt every flick of her
hips with a zap down low. He tried picking up the pace without stepping on her.
God, Frankenstein could move better than him.
“Dillion
Johannek said all you had to do was get out there, move your feet, and shake
your tambourine.”
He
didn’t know a damn thing about shaking a tambourine, but he’d had a staring
role in the sixth grade musical shaking maracas. Plus, his mom had said he was
a natural. He’d go with that. So, he stomped his feet and shook his maracas, as
he followed her around the floor, all the while praying no one had a camera.
Mercifully,
several songs later, the tempo slowed, and he took her in his arms and held her
close, as they rocked back and forth. Now this, he could handle. Oh man, she
felt wonderful in his arms. Leaning to her ear, he asked, “You having a good
time?”
She
turned slightly, placing her cheek against his and nodded.
He
froze, her hot breath caressing his ear in and out. He didn’t know how much of
this he could take, but he liked what he was feeling. A lot. “Anytime you’re
ready to go, let me know,” he continued.
She
nodded again, nuzzling his ear a little in the process. He snapped. His spring
was sprung, and all he could do was hang on to her tight and pray he didn’t
lose it.
A
little later, he helped her into his pickup. After buckling her up, he went to the
driver’s side and got in. He’d quit drinking hours ago, in preparation for this
time alone with her. No way did he want to screw this up. He watched as she put
her head back and relaxed.
“You
tired?” he asked, pulling out of the parking lot.
She
looked over to him. “Kind of, but it was worth every minute,” she answered,
with a warm smile
“It
was a nice time.”
“Mmmhmm,
I’ve never been to a wedding before. The whole thing was beautiful.”
“You’ve
never been to a wedding before?” he asked surprised, glancing her way.
“Nana
was older when she moved us to Chicago, and didn’t know anyone there, and I
don’t have many close friends. At least none that I know well enough to invite
me to their wedding. So, no, I’ve never been to a wedding.”
Interesting.
“So, how do you like Luck?”
She
smiled encouragingly. “I like what I’ve seen so far. Small though, compared to
the big city, but nice. The city has little communities within it too, so it’s
kind of the same in some ways.”
“So
where’s your favorite place to go at home, when you’re not at work that is?”
Reaching over, he took her hand in his.
She
paused, looking down at their hands, then answered, “The Swedish Bakery in
Andersonville.”
He
reveled in the fact she was letting him hold her hand. “You like sweets then,
do you?”
She
got a big smile on her face, and he knew she had an affinity for baked goods.
“Yeah,
you could say that. I have a bit of a sweet tooth, but mostly because it
reminds me of Nana, and our time together. She loved to go there. Plus, I
worked there regularly for a few years, before I got heavy into my studies, so
it’s nice to be able to go back there from time to time.”
“What
did you do while you worked there?”
“Baking
and decorating. How about you? Have you always worked on the farm?”
“Yep,
I’ve always been here. Can’t imagine anything else I’d want to do but be a
farmer.” The closer they got to home, the slower he went. He wanted more time
with her. Going north on 150 th Street, they started down a large
hill.
“That’s
great. I’m glad you’re able to do what you want. To work where your passion
lies,” she responded.
Hmmm,
peculiar. “How about you? Have you always had a passion for what you’re doing?”
“I’m
good in science, and my mind is analytical. Any job that fits that is my pass—”
She gasped as they topped a large hill. “Jake, stop the truck!”
Putting
on the brakes and rolling to a stop, he hoped she wasn’t going to be
to keep up. She vibrated with energy, and he swore he felt every flick of her
hips with a zap down low. He tried picking up the pace without stepping on her.
God, Frankenstein could move better than him.
“Dillion
Johannek said all you had to do was get out there, move your feet, and shake
your tambourine.”
He
didn’t know a damn thing about shaking a tambourine, but he’d had a staring
role in the sixth grade musical shaking maracas. Plus, his mom had said he was
a natural. He’d go with that. So, he stomped his feet and shook his maracas, as
he followed her around the floor, all the while praying no one had a camera.
Mercifully,
several songs later, the tempo slowed, and he took her in his arms and held her
close, as they rocked back and forth. Now this, he could handle. Oh man, she
felt wonderful in his arms. Leaning to her ear, he asked, “You having a good
time?”
She
turned slightly, placing her cheek against his and nodded.
He
froze, her hot breath caressing his ear in and out. He didn’t know how much of
this he could take, but he liked what he was feeling. A lot. “Anytime you’re
ready to go, let me know,” he continued.
She
nodded again, nuzzling his ear a little in the process. He snapped. His spring
was sprung, and all he could do was hang on to her tight and pray he didn’t
lose it.
A
little later, he helped her into his pickup. After buckling her up, he went to the
driver’s side and got in. He’d quit drinking hours ago, in preparation for this
time alone with her. No way did he want to screw this up. He watched as she put
her head back and relaxed.
“You
tired?” he asked, pulling out of the parking lot.
She
looked over to him. “Kind of, but it was worth every minute,” she answered,
with a warm smile
“It
was a nice time.”
“Mmmhmm,
I’ve never been to a wedding before. The whole thing was beautiful.”
“You’ve
never been to a wedding before?” he asked surprised, glancing her way.
“Nana
was older when she moved us to Chicago, and didn’t know anyone there, and I
don’t have many close friends. At least none that I know well enough to invite
me to their wedding. So, no, I’ve never been to a wedding.”
Interesting.
“So, how do you like Luck?”
She
smiled encouragingly. “I like what I’ve seen so far. Small though, compared to
the big city, but nice. The city has little communities within it too, so it’s
kind of the same in some ways.”
“So
where’s your favorite place to go at home, when you’re not at work that is?”
Reaching over, he took her hand in his.
She
paused, looking down at their hands, then answered, “The Swedish Bakery in
Andersonville.”
He
reveled in the fact she was letting him hold her hand. “You like sweets then,
do you?”
She
got a big smile on her face, and he knew she had an affinity for baked goods.
“Yeah,
you could say that. I have a bit of a sweet tooth, but mostly because it
reminds me of Nana, and our time together. She loved to go there. Plus, I
worked there regularly for a few years, before I got heavy into my studies, so
it’s nice to be able to go back there from time to time.”
“What
did you do while you worked there?”
“Baking
and decorating. How about you? Have you always worked on the farm?”
“Yep,
I’ve always been here. Can’t imagine anything else I’d want to do but be a
farmer.” The closer they got to home, the slower he went. He wanted more time
with her. Going north on 150 th Street, they started down a large
hill.
“That’s
great. I’m glad you’re able to do what you want. To work where your passion
lies,” she responded.
Hmmm,
peculiar. “How about you? Have you always had a passion for what you’re doing?”
“I’m
good in science, and my mind is analytical. Any job that fits that is my pass—”
She gasped as they topped a large hill. “Jake, stop the truck!”
Putting
on the brakes and rolling to a stop, he hoped she wasn’t going to be
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