shouldn't have asked. But she couldn't help it she
wanted to know.
"I suppose you miss her, that's why you
kissed me," Lacey said somberly. "But what I meant, was what was
she like, was she happy, fun loving, or more serious?"
There was a long silence.
"Lacey," he seemed to pause; "I didn't kiss
you because I miss her." Sam almost chuckled. "I'm not engaged to
her anyway. We're just friends…"
"Did you want more with her?" Lacey probed
further, as though the answers were important to her. She fingered
the blanket as she waited for his answers.
"No, not really." Sam's voice seemed softer
now. "Actually, she was just a lot of fun."
"I envy her that, being fun. How long did you
go with her?" Lacey cried, real tears coming down.
"A few years." He turned over toward her he
didn't move the blanket.
"A few years," Lacey asked, propped her
elbows on the bed and raised up, disgusted with his lack of caring.
"You went with a girl a few years and never got serious about
her?"
There was a long pause, as though Sam had
never considered the question. He lay flat of his back now, staring
up at the ceiling. "I guess I wasn't in love with her. Like I said
she was a lot of fun."
"Then why did you date her for so long, if
you didn't care for her?" Lacey asked.
"I don't know. It was convenient for one
thing."
"If I went with a man for that long, I'd
expect an engagement ring." Lacey said almost as a suggestion.
"Well, I figure you have to love someone to
give them a ring." Sam replied.
"And you didn't love her?" Lacey said her
voice soft and caring.
"I didn't love her."
Laying flat and staring up at the ceiling
Lacey shrugged, "I use to think about getting married, having
children of my own. However, somewhere down the line, I guess I
quit thinking about it. About the time my mother got so ill..."
"Have you given up on good ole Howard?" Sam
said softly.
"There's nothing to give up on. You keep
thinking there is." She laughed softly." It never really began."
Lacey insisted. "I think I'll probably end up an old maid school
teacher." Lacey smiled and stretched.
"You have kisses sweeter than wine, how could
you possibly end up an old maid school teacher?" Sam said quietly.
"You're quite a woman, Lacey."
"Thanks…" Lacey smiled widely.
"Goodnight…"
"Goodnight…"
Chapter Six
At breakfast the next morning there was a
crowd in the lobby, all fishermen. Sam looked at them with
interest. If Lacey weren't with him, he might be tempted to join
the action. Fishing was a fun sport and very relaxing.
One older man seemed quite interested in
Lacey, smiling broadly as they strode through the lobby.
"You ought to join us; this is the greatest
sport in the world. The trophies are something too." The man
winked.
"Oh…I don't have any fishing gear, I'm
afraid." Lacey smiled back at the man, as his smile grew
broader.
"Oh they'll rent you anything you need." The
man came back with an answer as his gaze traveled her.
Lacey smiled again, wetting her lips
nervously, "Well enjoy…"
"Thanks…" he winked again.
Sam took her by the arm and led her into the
restaurant, "What was that about?"
"The man suggested I try the tournament."
Lacey laughed as she took a seat at the nearest table.
"Did you want to?" Sam nodded to the
waitress, and then glanced at her.
Lacey considered it a moment. "I don't know.
It would be wonderful to go home with a trophy of some kind I
guess…"
"And it isn't on a boat this time…" Sam
smiled as his voice held a tinge of excitement. "A trophy might be
just the thing to turn that Dean's head."
"You sound like my cheering squad. Do you
think we could register, at this late date?" Lacey asked, her gaze
going around the restaurant.
"We could find out. Let's have a good
breakfast and see." He encouraged confidently.
"I used to go fishing with my father a long
time ago."
"Really, in Texas?" Sam questioned ordering
both of them coffee while they searched the menu.
"Yes, in Texas."
"We'll need just a
wanted to know.
"I suppose you miss her, that's why you
kissed me," Lacey said somberly. "But what I meant, was what was
she like, was she happy, fun loving, or more serious?"
There was a long silence.
"Lacey," he seemed to pause; "I didn't kiss
you because I miss her." Sam almost chuckled. "I'm not engaged to
her anyway. We're just friends…"
"Did you want more with her?" Lacey probed
further, as though the answers were important to her. She fingered
the blanket as she waited for his answers.
"No, not really." Sam's voice seemed softer
now. "Actually, she was just a lot of fun."
"I envy her that, being fun. How long did you
go with her?" Lacey cried, real tears coming down.
"A few years." He turned over toward her he
didn't move the blanket.
"A few years," Lacey asked, propped her
elbows on the bed and raised up, disgusted with his lack of caring.
"You went with a girl a few years and never got serious about
her?"
There was a long pause, as though Sam had
never considered the question. He lay flat of his back now, staring
up at the ceiling. "I guess I wasn't in love with her. Like I said
she was a lot of fun."
"Then why did you date her for so long, if
you didn't care for her?" Lacey asked.
"I don't know. It was convenient for one
thing."
"If I went with a man for that long, I'd
expect an engagement ring." Lacey said almost as a suggestion.
"Well, I figure you have to love someone to
give them a ring." Sam replied.
"And you didn't love her?" Lacey said her
voice soft and caring.
"I didn't love her."
Laying flat and staring up at the ceiling
Lacey shrugged, "I use to think about getting married, having
children of my own. However, somewhere down the line, I guess I
quit thinking about it. About the time my mother got so ill..."
"Have you given up on good ole Howard?" Sam
said softly.
"There's nothing to give up on. You keep
thinking there is." She laughed softly." It never really began."
Lacey insisted. "I think I'll probably end up an old maid school
teacher." Lacey smiled and stretched.
"You have kisses sweeter than wine, how could
you possibly end up an old maid school teacher?" Sam said quietly.
"You're quite a woman, Lacey."
"Thanks…" Lacey smiled widely.
"Goodnight…"
"Goodnight…"
Chapter Six
At breakfast the next morning there was a
crowd in the lobby, all fishermen. Sam looked at them with
interest. If Lacey weren't with him, he might be tempted to join
the action. Fishing was a fun sport and very relaxing.
One older man seemed quite interested in
Lacey, smiling broadly as they strode through the lobby.
"You ought to join us; this is the greatest
sport in the world. The trophies are something too." The man
winked.
"Oh…I don't have any fishing gear, I'm
afraid." Lacey smiled back at the man, as his smile grew
broader.
"Oh they'll rent you anything you need." The
man came back with an answer as his gaze traveled her.
Lacey smiled again, wetting her lips
nervously, "Well enjoy…"
"Thanks…" he winked again.
Sam took her by the arm and led her into the
restaurant, "What was that about?"
"The man suggested I try the tournament."
Lacey laughed as she took a seat at the nearest table.
"Did you want to?" Sam nodded to the
waitress, and then glanced at her.
Lacey considered it a moment. "I don't know.
It would be wonderful to go home with a trophy of some kind I
guess…"
"And it isn't on a boat this time…" Sam
smiled as his voice held a tinge of excitement. "A trophy might be
just the thing to turn that Dean's head."
"You sound like my cheering squad. Do you
think we could register, at this late date?" Lacey asked, her gaze
going around the restaurant.
"We could find out. Let's have a good
breakfast and see." He encouraged confidently.
"I used to go fishing with my father a long
time ago."
"Really, in Texas?" Sam questioned ordering
both of them coffee while they searched the menu.
"Yes, in Texas."
"We'll need just a
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