flip for it."
"But…"
He flipped, "Call it?"
"Heads," she shook her head with disgust.
"Tails, you lose, I go first," he said
brightly.
When she looked indignant he pulled her chin
around, "Look Sparky, I don't take that long, anyway. Just a shower
and shave and I'll be fine."
"Sparky?" she screwed up her face at him.
"Yep, that's what I’m calling you, Sparky. It
seems to fit." He laughed. "Because around you, the sparks
fly."
She opened her mouth to object but he was
already turning to go into the bathroom. "Be out in a jiff."
***
Stomping her foot for a second she danced
about in a mad fit. She couldn't believe he took her advice so
literally. In addition, to cheat her out of the bathroom, that
certainly didn't win him any brownie points.
She saw a magazine laying on the nightstand
and grabbed it. Flinging herself across the bed, she flipped
through it. Her anger festered for a few minutes, and then she
began to relax. She secretly chided herself. She wanted to have
fun, didn't she? Sam was showing her how.
Nearly asleep, she felt something nudging her
leg, "Hey sleepyhead, the bathroom is all yours now."
"Gee thanks," she mumbled and got up.
She wouldn't be telling him how wonderful he
smelled, or how much a shave improved his looks although the rough
edges of a beard looked sexy on a man, and Sam was sexy. The man
was lethal whether he shaved or not. In fact, she sort of liked
that little stubble around his chin and mouth.
"Take your time, I'll rig us something for
the bed while you relax. Don't you worry; you won't even know I'm
around." Sam insisted.
She nodded, yawned, and headed for the
bathroom when his next words stopped her, "You know, it was a great
idea you had about keeping things just friends between us.
Otherwise we might…"
"Yeah, well, I'll be out later," she frowned
and walked into the bathroom.
"I'm just teasing you, Lacey; you are so easy
to tease, and beautiful when you turn so pink."
The tub was oversized, and the water she ran
was almost hot. She sank into it after adding some bubbles that the
Inn furnished. She closed her eyes and relaxed against the back of
the tub. It felt like heaven.
She heard Sam moving around in the bedroom,
and it made her curious as to what he was doing. Only the water
going cold got her out of the tub though.
In her backpack, she'd managed to tuck a long
t-shirt in and dressed again she joined Sam.
Laughter peeled from her throat though when
she saw the dividing blanket over the bed, just like in the movie.
Except in the movie, there were twin beds, not one big single.
"However did you manage it?"
"Oh it took a little work," he huffed, then
sat on the edge of the bed.
"I can see that. Very clever." She smiled and
went to her side.
"Oh…I guess you are ready to turn in?" he
muttered.
"Well, I thought….we do have to get up in the
morning if we want to make the redwoods tomorrow." She encouraged
seeing his eyes travel the length of her t-shirt.
"Yeah, I guess you are right." He had managed
some pajama bottoms of his own she noted.
However, when they both lay down, the bed
sank a little and the blanket allowed both of them to see each
other.
"Better make some adjustments," he said,
standing on the bed and pulling the blanket down further. She
looked up and their eyes locked hungrily onto each other.
She turned over, away from his side of the
bed, so she couldn't see him.
"Goodnight," she murmured.
"Yeah, goodnight," he frowned and lay back
down. This time they couldn't see each other.
***
"So…what was she like?" Lacey lay on her
side, turned away from him, she waited for his answers.
"Who…?" Sam asked, his tone quiet, almost as
though he was nearly asleep.
"Your girlfriend." Lacey sighed, and waited
for his answer.
Sam was silent a moment, then he replied,
"Who said I have one?"
"A man like you, your bound to have one,"
Lacey felt something deep inside her care.
She felt uncomfortable now for asking such a
question. She
"But…"
He flipped, "Call it?"
"Heads," she shook her head with disgust.
"Tails, you lose, I go first," he said
brightly.
When she looked indignant he pulled her chin
around, "Look Sparky, I don't take that long, anyway. Just a shower
and shave and I'll be fine."
"Sparky?" she screwed up her face at him.
"Yep, that's what I’m calling you, Sparky. It
seems to fit." He laughed. "Because around you, the sparks
fly."
She opened her mouth to object but he was
already turning to go into the bathroom. "Be out in a jiff."
***
Stomping her foot for a second she danced
about in a mad fit. She couldn't believe he took her advice so
literally. In addition, to cheat her out of the bathroom, that
certainly didn't win him any brownie points.
She saw a magazine laying on the nightstand
and grabbed it. Flinging herself across the bed, she flipped
through it. Her anger festered for a few minutes, and then she
began to relax. She secretly chided herself. She wanted to have
fun, didn't she? Sam was showing her how.
Nearly asleep, she felt something nudging her
leg, "Hey sleepyhead, the bathroom is all yours now."
"Gee thanks," she mumbled and got up.
She wouldn't be telling him how wonderful he
smelled, or how much a shave improved his looks although the rough
edges of a beard looked sexy on a man, and Sam was sexy. The man
was lethal whether he shaved or not. In fact, she sort of liked
that little stubble around his chin and mouth.
"Take your time, I'll rig us something for
the bed while you relax. Don't you worry; you won't even know I'm
around." Sam insisted.
She nodded, yawned, and headed for the
bathroom when his next words stopped her, "You know, it was a great
idea you had about keeping things just friends between us.
Otherwise we might…"
"Yeah, well, I'll be out later," she frowned
and walked into the bathroom.
"I'm just teasing you, Lacey; you are so easy
to tease, and beautiful when you turn so pink."
The tub was oversized, and the water she ran
was almost hot. She sank into it after adding some bubbles that the
Inn furnished. She closed her eyes and relaxed against the back of
the tub. It felt like heaven.
She heard Sam moving around in the bedroom,
and it made her curious as to what he was doing. Only the water
going cold got her out of the tub though.
In her backpack, she'd managed to tuck a long
t-shirt in and dressed again she joined Sam.
Laughter peeled from her throat though when
she saw the dividing blanket over the bed, just like in the movie.
Except in the movie, there were twin beds, not one big single.
"However did you manage it?"
"Oh it took a little work," he huffed, then
sat on the edge of the bed.
"I can see that. Very clever." She smiled and
went to her side.
"Oh…I guess you are ready to turn in?" he
muttered.
"Well, I thought….we do have to get up in the
morning if we want to make the redwoods tomorrow." She encouraged
seeing his eyes travel the length of her t-shirt.
"Yeah, I guess you are right." He had managed
some pajama bottoms of his own she noted.
However, when they both lay down, the bed
sank a little and the blanket allowed both of them to see each
other.
"Better make some adjustments," he said,
standing on the bed and pulling the blanket down further. She
looked up and their eyes locked hungrily onto each other.
She turned over, away from his side of the
bed, so she couldn't see him.
"Goodnight," she murmured.
"Yeah, goodnight," he frowned and lay back
down. This time they couldn't see each other.
***
"So…what was she like?" Lacey lay on her
side, turned away from him, she waited for his answers.
"Who…?" Sam asked, his tone quiet, almost as
though he was nearly asleep.
"Your girlfriend." Lacey sighed, and waited
for his answer.
Sam was silent a moment, then he replied,
"Who said I have one?"
"A man like you, your bound to have one,"
Lacey felt something deep inside her care.
She felt uncomfortable now for asking such a
question. She
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