Life Is A Beach (Mills & Boon Silhouette): Life Is A Beach / A Real-thing Fling by Pamela Browning
Authors: Pamela Browning
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emote—”
“Emote?” Slade said, wary about this new direction she was taking. All he wanted was a wife. He didn’t expect to have to change, and he wasn’t sure where movement fit into this whole thing, and he wanted to feel pleasure, butwouldn’t that come naturally when he found the right person?
“You want to run that by me again?” he said.
“Emotion is a building block,” Karma explained before she took the last bite of her sandwich.
“I see,” he said, turning this over in his mind.
“Are you sure you don’t want one of these tomatoes?” Karma said, shoving the dish across the table at him.
“No, thanks. And just between you and me, I think this whole chakra stuff is a bunch of nonsense.”
Karma stopped conveying a tomato from the dish to her plate and let it drop with a weary thump back into its dish. “Great,” she said. “Fine. See if I try to help you any more.”
“You’re supposed to find me a wife,” he said, losing patience.
Karma started to slide out of the booth. “Don’t you think I know that? Don’t you understand that this is what our conversation is all about? Don’t you think the fact that you haven’t managed to turn up a likely candidate so far might have something to do with some kind of—of mind block?”
“I don’t see the connection,” Slade said honestly and a little desperately as he slapped a large bill on the table and followed Karma as she charged out of the restaurant.
“You wouldn’t, since your chakra has for all intents and purposes shut down,” Karma said. Her long legs ate up the sidewalk as she barged her way through bunches of blondes and a gaggle of tourists all gawking and talking excitedly.
Slade caught up with her. “You told me that I’m supposed to express emotion. Wouldn’t you say I’m expressing emotion by telling you how I feel about all this chakra-babble?”
She slanted a look toward him. “What do you think emotion is?” she shot back.
He had to think about this for a moment, but the answerseemed clear enough. “Well, I’d say that emotions are instinctual reactions,” he said.
She seemed taken aback, surprised at his response. “Okay. At least you know one when you see one,” she conceded. “That’s a start. To take it a bit further, our feelings are our unconscious reaction to situations or events. We organize our feelings through emotion. We can choose the way we react to emotions, but the feelings themselves are quite separate.”
Karma had slowed her pace was now walking almost sedately at his side.
“My emotional response to all this is that you and me should go in one of these bars and discuss this over a drink or two.” Karma looked at him with rank skepticism. “So I can learn more about this,” he amended.
Ahead of them, a group of people spilled out onto the sidewalk from a neon-lit doorway. “How about here?” he said.
He thought he might be becoming more sensitive to others’ emotions when he recognized a whole raft of them flitting across Karma’s mobile features. Confusion, distrust, sheer terror—not to mention a brief blip of yearning over-laid with what he thought might be desire. But desire for what? For a beer? For his company? For more, even, than that?
“We can stop for a drink,” she said. “I don’t want to be out late, that’s all.”
He took her elbow, and she tensed as if she might shake his hand loose although she did not. They made their way into the club, where hot salsa music accompanied scantily clad bodies gyrating on a minuscule dance floor. Karma slid into a booth, and he slid in beside her.
“How do you know so much about all this chakra stuff, anyway?” he asked her after they’d ordered drinks.
She smiled at the waiter as he slid her glass of white wine toward her. “I guess you could say I was born intothe territory. My parents met on a commune in the late sixties. My sisters and I were raised on soybeans, sprouts, tofu and a lot of other things
“Emote?” Slade said, wary about this new direction she was taking. All he wanted was a wife. He didn’t expect to have to change, and he wasn’t sure where movement fit into this whole thing, and he wanted to feel pleasure, butwouldn’t that come naturally when he found the right person?
“You want to run that by me again?” he said.
“Emotion is a building block,” Karma explained before she took the last bite of her sandwich.
“I see,” he said, turning this over in his mind.
“Are you sure you don’t want one of these tomatoes?” Karma said, shoving the dish across the table at him.
“No, thanks. And just between you and me, I think this whole chakra stuff is a bunch of nonsense.”
Karma stopped conveying a tomato from the dish to her plate and let it drop with a weary thump back into its dish. “Great,” she said. “Fine. See if I try to help you any more.”
“You’re supposed to find me a wife,” he said, losing patience.
Karma started to slide out of the booth. “Don’t you think I know that? Don’t you understand that this is what our conversation is all about? Don’t you think the fact that you haven’t managed to turn up a likely candidate so far might have something to do with some kind of—of mind block?”
“I don’t see the connection,” Slade said honestly and a little desperately as he slapped a large bill on the table and followed Karma as she charged out of the restaurant.
“You wouldn’t, since your chakra has for all intents and purposes shut down,” Karma said. Her long legs ate up the sidewalk as she barged her way through bunches of blondes and a gaggle of tourists all gawking and talking excitedly.
Slade caught up with her. “You told me that I’m supposed to express emotion. Wouldn’t you say I’m expressing emotion by telling you how I feel about all this chakra-babble?”
She slanted a look toward him. “What do you think emotion is?” she shot back.
He had to think about this for a moment, but the answerseemed clear enough. “Well, I’d say that emotions are instinctual reactions,” he said.
She seemed taken aback, surprised at his response. “Okay. At least you know one when you see one,” she conceded. “That’s a start. To take it a bit further, our feelings are our unconscious reaction to situations or events. We organize our feelings through emotion. We can choose the way we react to emotions, but the feelings themselves are quite separate.”
Karma had slowed her pace was now walking almost sedately at his side.
“My emotional response to all this is that you and me should go in one of these bars and discuss this over a drink or two.” Karma looked at him with rank skepticism. “So I can learn more about this,” he amended.
Ahead of them, a group of people spilled out onto the sidewalk from a neon-lit doorway. “How about here?” he said.
He thought he might be becoming more sensitive to others’ emotions when he recognized a whole raft of them flitting across Karma’s mobile features. Confusion, distrust, sheer terror—not to mention a brief blip of yearning over-laid with what he thought might be desire. But desire for what? For a beer? For his company? For more, even, than that?
“We can stop for a drink,” she said. “I don’t want to be out late, that’s all.”
He took her elbow, and she tensed as if she might shake his hand loose although she did not. They made their way into the club, where hot salsa music accompanied scantily clad bodies gyrating on a minuscule dance floor. Karma slid into a booth, and he slid in beside her.
“How do you know so much about all this chakra stuff, anyway?” he asked her after they’d ordered drinks.
She smiled at the waiter as he slid her glass of white wine toward her. “I guess you could say I was born intothe territory. My parents met on a commune in the late sixties. My sisters and I were raised on soybeans, sprouts, tofu and a lot of other things
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