explained why he wasn’t married. Loren’s heart ached at the pain that Sam must have felt when the one girl that he had loved so much had run off to Paris, leaving him behind.
Not really knowing what else to say, Loren paid for her groceries and quickly walked towards the exit door .
“Wait Miss, your change,” the clerk called out after her. Loren either didn’t hear her or didn’t care, she disappeared out the door.
Chapter 8
Sam picked up on Loren’s quite demeanor on the way home. She was unusually quiet. He got the feeling that something was bothering her or weighing heavy on her mind. When he pulled into the drive, she jumped out of the truck before he could even get the ignition cut off.
Once her feet hit the ground, she made a bee line for the back door. She had been in such a hurry to get away from him that she hadn’t even remembered to get her groceries.
Maybe he had been a little too rough on her, but on the other hand, she had deserved it, so he wasn’t going to allow himself to feel guilty about it. He grabbed her bags and hopped out of the truck.
Letting himself into the back door, he carried her groceries in and put them on the table. He didn’t see her lurking around in the kitchen, so he called out to her. “Loren, where are you? You forgot your bags in the truck.”
There was still no answer. “Loren, are you okay?” he asked.
Sam heard her walk around the corner into the kitchen as he was putting the perishables in the fridge.
“So what do you have planned for these?” He held up the pack of steaks, displaying them in front of his chest.
“I thought I would cook dinner for you tonight.” Was that a look of surprise that crossed his face? “What? You don’t’ think I can cook?” she asked with raised eyebrows.
“Well no, not really,” he admitted. “You look a little wet behind the ears to me about a lot of things,” he commented.
And what in the devil did he mean by that? “I guess I will just have to prove you wrong then,” she said, keeping her tone even.
She walked over and practically snatched the pack of steaks from his hands. Thanks for bringing in my bags, but I can take if from here.” It was all she could do to keep her tongue in cheek and not yell the words at him.
Sam took th e dismissal as it was intended, and tipped his hat to her on his way out the back door. He had chores that needed tending to anyway. He couldn’t let this place go, just because there was a female around to shake things up a bit. A beautiful desirable woman he reminded himself, and one that thinks she can cook. The thought of her smoking up the kitchen from charred steaks, brought a smirked grin to his face.
“Dinner will be ready around seven,” she called out to his retreating back. His smirking grin had not gone unnoticed. She would just have to show him that all the smirking in the world would not change the fact that she was a great cook. With that thought in mind, Loren set to the task of marinating the steaks. She was determined that this would be the best steak that he would ever have the pleasure of putting into his mouth.
And as promised, Loren had dinner ready and served at seven p.m. sharp. The night air was cool, but comfortable, making it a nice evening to have dinner served outside on the back deck.
Sam had to admit, he was impressed. “Well, it all looks good, but let’s see how well it taste,” he said, trying to add a hint of sarcasm to his words.
Loren knew sarcasm when she heard it, but just smiled and motioned him to a chair. He removed his hat and sat down. The truth of the matter was that he hadn’t had a meal like this cooked for him in so long, he wasn’t even sure where to begin. The aroma was making his stomach growl.
The steaks were grilled to perfection. The salad was crisp and fresh; the baked potato
Not really knowing what else to say, Loren paid for her groceries and quickly walked towards the exit door .
“Wait Miss, your change,” the clerk called out after her. Loren either didn’t hear her or didn’t care, she disappeared out the door.
Chapter 8
Sam picked up on Loren’s quite demeanor on the way home. She was unusually quiet. He got the feeling that something was bothering her or weighing heavy on her mind. When he pulled into the drive, she jumped out of the truck before he could even get the ignition cut off.
Once her feet hit the ground, she made a bee line for the back door. She had been in such a hurry to get away from him that she hadn’t even remembered to get her groceries.
Maybe he had been a little too rough on her, but on the other hand, she had deserved it, so he wasn’t going to allow himself to feel guilty about it. He grabbed her bags and hopped out of the truck.
Letting himself into the back door, he carried her groceries in and put them on the table. He didn’t see her lurking around in the kitchen, so he called out to her. “Loren, where are you? You forgot your bags in the truck.”
There was still no answer. “Loren, are you okay?” he asked.
Sam heard her walk around the corner into the kitchen as he was putting the perishables in the fridge.
“So what do you have planned for these?” He held up the pack of steaks, displaying them in front of his chest.
“I thought I would cook dinner for you tonight.” Was that a look of surprise that crossed his face? “What? You don’t’ think I can cook?” she asked with raised eyebrows.
“Well no, not really,” he admitted. “You look a little wet behind the ears to me about a lot of things,” he commented.
And what in the devil did he mean by that? “I guess I will just have to prove you wrong then,” she said, keeping her tone even.
She walked over and practically snatched the pack of steaks from his hands. Thanks for bringing in my bags, but I can take if from here.” It was all she could do to keep her tongue in cheek and not yell the words at him.
Sam took th e dismissal as it was intended, and tipped his hat to her on his way out the back door. He had chores that needed tending to anyway. He couldn’t let this place go, just because there was a female around to shake things up a bit. A beautiful desirable woman he reminded himself, and one that thinks she can cook. The thought of her smoking up the kitchen from charred steaks, brought a smirked grin to his face.
“Dinner will be ready around seven,” she called out to his retreating back. His smirking grin had not gone unnoticed. She would just have to show him that all the smirking in the world would not change the fact that she was a great cook. With that thought in mind, Loren set to the task of marinating the steaks. She was determined that this would be the best steak that he would ever have the pleasure of putting into his mouth.
And as promised, Loren had dinner ready and served at seven p.m. sharp. The night air was cool, but comfortable, making it a nice evening to have dinner served outside on the back deck.
Sam had to admit, he was impressed. “Well, it all looks good, but let’s see how well it taste,” he said, trying to add a hint of sarcasm to his words.
Loren knew sarcasm when she heard it, but just smiled and motioned him to a chair. He removed his hat and sat down. The truth of the matter was that he hadn’t had a meal like this cooked for him in so long, he wasn’t even sure where to begin. The aroma was making his stomach growl.
The steaks were grilled to perfection. The salad was crisp and fresh; the baked potato
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