My parents usually come to my meets though.”
“I’m looking forward to seeing you myself. When do I get a preview?”
“Well, technically any time I guess. It wouldn’t be very interesting, but anyone is welcome to come to practices. My last official meet is next Saturday. And it happens to be a home competition, so you can always come to that… If you really want to.” It warmed her heart that he seemed interested in her gymnastics career.
“I can’t wait.”
*
“Here you go…” A voice to Justin’s side interrupted the bubble he and Kara were living in. A familiar high-pitched youthful tone, must have been the waitress. Surely, because the next moment drinks appeared in front of him. “Are you ready to order?”
Order? Oh, shit, right. Steak restaurant. It is customary to order a meal when dining out .
Justin jerked his attention to the menu in front of him, scanned the page and silently chose a nice steak. Then he looked over the top of the menu. “Kara? Do you know what you want?”
Her perfect little bow mouth, her beautiful curls bouncing around in an unruly fashion no matter how many times she reached to tuck them behind her ear sent his mind reeling. Sexy . He couldn’t bring himself to release the hold he had on her hand. So dainty and feminine.
“I’ll have the filet mignon, medium, and a baked potato, butter only, please.”
Justin smiled his approval.
“And you, sir?” Now he felt downright old. Glancing at the waitress, he assessed her to be in her teens. No wonder.
“I’ll have the T-bone, medium rare, and a loaded baked potato.”
“All right. Would either of you like a salad to start with? We have a house salad just right for two. If you’d like to share.”
“Sounds good to me. Kara?” Justin returned his gaze to her upturned face.
“Sure. Perfect.” She smiled sweetly at the waitress.
“I’ll get your order in right away.” The girl leaned a little closer than strictly necessary to remove the menu Justin was holding.
Was she flirting with him? Seriously?
He shivered at the thought. She was a child. Almost half his age.
“So, what do you do for fun?” he asked as the waitress walked away. Justin wanted to know everything there was to know about Kara. Besides personal interest, Trevor would absolutely kill him if he didn’t extract serious details.
Trevor.
Justin had left the man pacing the floors of their home in frustration. He had begged Justin to at least let him come along and sit discreetly at the bar, but Justin knew Trevor all too well. No way in hell could he have managed to stay out of range and not pounce this lovely mate of theirs.
Kara chuckled, a soft little tinkling sound reached in and squeezed Justin’s heartstrings. “Fun? I hate to break this to you, but the sum total of the fun I have had in the last four years occurred against the outside wall of a country bar … last night.”
Fuck . Justin’s balls tightened at the thought of having been the only man to touch her in recent memory.
“You … really? Don’t you go out with your friends? Frat parties? Night clubs?
Dates?”
“Not really. Well … no. I haven’t had time and I guess I haven’t really cared. Before … now…” This last bit she half mumbled, her head angled to the side, her smile making Justin shift in his seat to make room for his growing erection.
“Well then, my little pixie, I guess I better make sure you have the time of your life tonight, especially if the only other evening you have to compare it to is last night. I’m pretty sure I can top it without much effort.” Justin winked at her. He wasn’t sure if he felt more elated by the privilege of her presence or flat out scared shitless from being presented with the task of showing her a good time.
Her soft giggle erupted again. “You’re doing a fine job so far. So, what do you do?
You said you work on a farm?”
“Yes, I live just out of town on a dairy farm … with my long-time friend
“I’m looking forward to seeing you myself. When do I get a preview?”
“Well, technically any time I guess. It wouldn’t be very interesting, but anyone is welcome to come to practices. My last official meet is next Saturday. And it happens to be a home competition, so you can always come to that… If you really want to.” It warmed her heart that he seemed interested in her gymnastics career.
“I can’t wait.”
*
“Here you go…” A voice to Justin’s side interrupted the bubble he and Kara were living in. A familiar high-pitched youthful tone, must have been the waitress. Surely, because the next moment drinks appeared in front of him. “Are you ready to order?”
Order? Oh, shit, right. Steak restaurant. It is customary to order a meal when dining out .
Justin jerked his attention to the menu in front of him, scanned the page and silently chose a nice steak. Then he looked over the top of the menu. “Kara? Do you know what you want?”
Her perfect little bow mouth, her beautiful curls bouncing around in an unruly fashion no matter how many times she reached to tuck them behind her ear sent his mind reeling. Sexy . He couldn’t bring himself to release the hold he had on her hand. So dainty and feminine.
“I’ll have the filet mignon, medium, and a baked potato, butter only, please.”
Justin smiled his approval.
“And you, sir?” Now he felt downright old. Glancing at the waitress, he assessed her to be in her teens. No wonder.
“I’ll have the T-bone, medium rare, and a loaded baked potato.”
“All right. Would either of you like a salad to start with? We have a house salad just right for two. If you’d like to share.”
“Sounds good to me. Kara?” Justin returned his gaze to her upturned face.
“Sure. Perfect.” She smiled sweetly at the waitress.
“I’ll get your order in right away.” The girl leaned a little closer than strictly necessary to remove the menu Justin was holding.
Was she flirting with him? Seriously?
He shivered at the thought. She was a child. Almost half his age.
“So, what do you do for fun?” he asked as the waitress walked away. Justin wanted to know everything there was to know about Kara. Besides personal interest, Trevor would absolutely kill him if he didn’t extract serious details.
Trevor.
Justin had left the man pacing the floors of their home in frustration. He had begged Justin to at least let him come along and sit discreetly at the bar, but Justin knew Trevor all too well. No way in hell could he have managed to stay out of range and not pounce this lovely mate of theirs.
Kara chuckled, a soft little tinkling sound reached in and squeezed Justin’s heartstrings. “Fun? I hate to break this to you, but the sum total of the fun I have had in the last four years occurred against the outside wall of a country bar … last night.”
Fuck . Justin’s balls tightened at the thought of having been the only man to touch her in recent memory.
“You … really? Don’t you go out with your friends? Frat parties? Night clubs?
Dates?”
“Not really. Well … no. I haven’t had time and I guess I haven’t really cared. Before … now…” This last bit she half mumbled, her head angled to the side, her smile making Justin shift in his seat to make room for his growing erection.
“Well then, my little pixie, I guess I better make sure you have the time of your life tonight, especially if the only other evening you have to compare it to is last night. I’m pretty sure I can top it without much effort.” Justin winked at her. He wasn’t sure if he felt more elated by the privilege of her presence or flat out scared shitless from being presented with the task of showing her a good time.
Her soft giggle erupted again. “You’re doing a fine job so far. So, what do you do?
You said you work on a farm?”
“Yes, I live just out of town on a dairy farm … with my long-time friend
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