those girls who looked unruffled and amazing after a workout, I was reasonably sure I looked like a panting dog.
“No ma’am I should always be on the lookout for beautiful women running towards me, you’re obviously new in town, and Australian?” He guessed wrongly.
I barely suppressed a frustrated sigh, I was so sick of Americans of assuming I was from Australia, a pet hate for all Kiwis.
“No I am from New Zealand.” I said rather tightly. “And I have been in the States for almost five years now, legally I promise.” I joked putting my hands up in mock fear.
He laughed, and what a great laugh he had, he was the man I should be attracted to not Cade. Not that I didn’t feel attraction towards this man, you would have to be dead or gay to not want to jump his bones. But it wasn’t the same kind of desperate intensity I felt with Cade. It was official, I was totally fucked up, more attracted to the criminal than the man who locked them up.
“Don’t worry I won’t deport you, not in my nature to let gorgeous woman go by choice.” He joked back, eyes tinkling. Is he flirting with me?
“I’m Luke by the way, the deputy sheriff round here.” He held out his hand and I wiped mine on my shorts before shaking it.
“Gwen.” I replied. “I’m opening a store here, right on main street?”
“Oh yeah, think I’ve seen that, next to the coffee shop right?” He asked, arms folding casually, feet wide apart, in what must be the masculine male go to pose.
“Yap that’s me, we have our grand opening on Wednesday night, you are most welcome to come.” I invited, partly because I need the numbers, and because…well it was obvious he’s hot and I needed to get back into the game.
“Wouldn’t miss it.” He replied, looking me up and down again, making me feel slightly self conscious in my lack of proper attire.
“Well great see you then.” I said brightly, starting to prepare myself to leave. “I better get going got lots to do, was lovely to meet you Deputy. Feel free to bring friends on Wednesday.” I thought of Amy, and knew she would kill me if I didn’t get someone for her to drool over, or more likely jump into bed with.
“The pleasure was all mine Gwen.” He responded, sounding far too seductive for his own good. “And please, call me Luke.”
“Okay Luke, See yah.” I chirped, putting my headphone back in my ear running in what I hoped was the right direction, feeling his eyes on me the whole time. Good thing my butt looked great in these shorts.
Just as I rounded a corner, almost recovered from my meeting with Luke. I heard over my blaring music, the sound of motorbikes.
“Are you fucking KIDDING me?” I exclaimed out loud.
An older woman getting her paper in a dressing gown frowned disapprovingly at me. I smiled tightly at her, my attention focused on the six or so bikes that had rounded the corner and were riding towards me. It was six thirty in the morning, shouldn’t bikers be sleeping off hangovers or kicking skanks out of their beds? I willed myself to look straight ahead and not look for Cade. Don’t look, don’t look. I peeked out the corner of my eye as they rode past. Dam it! I have no self-discipline. A helmetless (what is it with American’s not wearing motorbike helmets, that shit is whack) Cade shamelessly checked me out, while controlling a Harley. I had to admit that’s kind of impressive. I blushed, feeling the eyes of five other bikers on me as they rode past. I quickened my pace, trying to get into the safety of my house before I bumped into Ryan Gosling (at this point I wouldn’t be surprised).
I flattened myself against the door as soon as I got inside, puffing from my run and my encounters. That’s it. I’m buying a treadmill, or maybe a whole gym. No I just won’t ever leave the house again.
“Morning!” Amy’s voice belted out. “I made you breakfast.”
“Thanks!” I make my way into the kitchen, Amy was at the breakfast bar, munching
“No ma’am I should always be on the lookout for beautiful women running towards me, you’re obviously new in town, and Australian?” He guessed wrongly.
I barely suppressed a frustrated sigh, I was so sick of Americans of assuming I was from Australia, a pet hate for all Kiwis.
“No I am from New Zealand.” I said rather tightly. “And I have been in the States for almost five years now, legally I promise.” I joked putting my hands up in mock fear.
He laughed, and what a great laugh he had, he was the man I should be attracted to not Cade. Not that I didn’t feel attraction towards this man, you would have to be dead or gay to not want to jump his bones. But it wasn’t the same kind of desperate intensity I felt with Cade. It was official, I was totally fucked up, more attracted to the criminal than the man who locked them up.
“Don’t worry I won’t deport you, not in my nature to let gorgeous woman go by choice.” He joked back, eyes tinkling. Is he flirting with me?
“I’m Luke by the way, the deputy sheriff round here.” He held out his hand and I wiped mine on my shorts before shaking it.
“Gwen.” I replied. “I’m opening a store here, right on main street?”
“Oh yeah, think I’ve seen that, next to the coffee shop right?” He asked, arms folding casually, feet wide apart, in what must be the masculine male go to pose.
“Yap that’s me, we have our grand opening on Wednesday night, you are most welcome to come.” I invited, partly because I need the numbers, and because…well it was obvious he’s hot and I needed to get back into the game.
“Wouldn’t miss it.” He replied, looking me up and down again, making me feel slightly self conscious in my lack of proper attire.
“Well great see you then.” I said brightly, starting to prepare myself to leave. “I better get going got lots to do, was lovely to meet you Deputy. Feel free to bring friends on Wednesday.” I thought of Amy, and knew she would kill me if I didn’t get someone for her to drool over, or more likely jump into bed with.
“The pleasure was all mine Gwen.” He responded, sounding far too seductive for his own good. “And please, call me Luke.”
“Okay Luke, See yah.” I chirped, putting my headphone back in my ear running in what I hoped was the right direction, feeling his eyes on me the whole time. Good thing my butt looked great in these shorts.
Just as I rounded a corner, almost recovered from my meeting with Luke. I heard over my blaring music, the sound of motorbikes.
“Are you fucking KIDDING me?” I exclaimed out loud.
An older woman getting her paper in a dressing gown frowned disapprovingly at me. I smiled tightly at her, my attention focused on the six or so bikes that had rounded the corner and were riding towards me. It was six thirty in the morning, shouldn’t bikers be sleeping off hangovers or kicking skanks out of their beds? I willed myself to look straight ahead and not look for Cade. Don’t look, don’t look. I peeked out the corner of my eye as they rode past. Dam it! I have no self-discipline. A helmetless (what is it with American’s not wearing motorbike helmets, that shit is whack) Cade shamelessly checked me out, while controlling a Harley. I had to admit that’s kind of impressive. I blushed, feeling the eyes of five other bikers on me as they rode past. I quickened my pace, trying to get into the safety of my house before I bumped into Ryan Gosling (at this point I wouldn’t be surprised).
I flattened myself against the door as soon as I got inside, puffing from my run and my encounters. That’s it. I’m buying a treadmill, or maybe a whole gym. No I just won’t ever leave the house again.
“Morning!” Amy’s voice belted out. “I made you breakfast.”
“Thanks!” I make my way into the kitchen, Amy was at the breakfast bar, munching
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