find out about
you?”
“I’m 21, will be 22 in two weeks. My father is dead, and my mom remarried
this bonehead of a guy when I was 16. My sisters are both older than me. Both
are married with children. I have all nieces. Girls seem to run in our family.
I am going to school at the university. I plan to get into book editing.”
Trent interrupts her. “Do you write?”
Teagan clams up and then says, “Not really.”
He tilts his head to the side. “You’re lying.”
“No I’m not,” Teagan harshly retorts, looking away.
“Yes, you are. I’m like a human lie detector. Your body and eye movements
are telling me that you are lying. So, why hide that you can write?”
Blushing, Teagan says, “I don’t know.”
“What do you write?” Trent asks.
“Little stuff,” Teagan murmurs, not looking at him.
“Poetry?”
“What, no,” Teagan replies.
“Novels?” Trent quips. She shakes her head. “Ah yes, novels it is.”
“How would you know?” Teagan snaps a little.
“The way your eyes lit up when I said it and your body posture. So, what
do you write about?” Teagan just stares at him. He waves his hand. “I can keep
asking you yes and no questions and figure it out myself.”
“Fine,” Teagan groans. “I write fiction, mysteries to be more specific.”
“Like who did it mysteries?”
She nods, “Yeah, the one I am working on right now is about a kidnapped
girl.”
“Interesting,” Trent replies. “So, are you published?”
“No,” Teagan answers. “I want to be, but I am more scared of people
reading it.” She had never admitted this much about her writing to anyone
before. What was it about this guy that made her so open? Honest, even? She
couldn’t hide anything from him if she tried.
“You don’t let people read your books?” Trent looks at her carefully.
Teagan shakes her head. “No, Victoria has read them all, my sisters, too.
My senior creative writing teacher read my first book. She praised my writing,
but I thought having a college education would help move me further along.”
“How many books have you written?” Trent asks.
The waitress appears next to them and sets down their drinks. “What can I
get you guys?”
“Ladies first,” Trent declares.
“I will have the chocolate chip pancakes and a side order of bacon,”
Teagan orders quietly.
“No hash browns?” The waitress inquires.
Laughing lightly, Teagan shakes her head, “No, thank you. I plan to
finish the pancakes.”
“Okay, and for you sir?” The waitress asks.
“I want two eggs sunny side up, American fries, wheat toast, and some
sausage,” Trent replies.
“Should have gone with bacon,” Teagan teases with a smile.
Trent smirks and then says, “Give me some bacon, too, then. Can’t have
the missus make fun of me.”
“Oh you’re an adorable couple,” the waitress states. “You will make
beautiful babies.”
Teagan’s cheeks light on fire, and she stares at the waitress. Trent
laughs, “I think she will make beautiful babies, yes.”
“Well, I will go put your order in, if you need anything let me know,”
the waitress says, before turning away, her bangles clanging on her wrists.
“Oh my god,” Teagan hisses, covering her face. “That was embarrassing.”
“Why? She didn’t say we would make ugly babies.”
“Yeah, but the insinuation was there.”
“Of what, that we could possibly be having sex? We are both adults. It
could be true.”
“You don’t know me,” Teagan retorts sharply.
Trent chuckles deeply. “Yeah, but the waitress doesn’t know that we just
met. Are you the type of girl that embarrasses when talking about sex?”
Teagan blushes even harder. “Not that it’s any of your business, but yes,
especially with guys I just met.”
“Well, I will try to keep my perverted comments to myself then,” Trent
laughs.
Speechless, Teagan pours sugar into her coffee. “Okay, I am not
embarrassed when talking about sex normally, but talking
you?”
“I’m 21, will be 22 in two weeks. My father is dead, and my mom remarried
this bonehead of a guy when I was 16. My sisters are both older than me. Both
are married with children. I have all nieces. Girls seem to run in our family.
I am going to school at the university. I plan to get into book editing.”
Trent interrupts her. “Do you write?”
Teagan clams up and then says, “Not really.”
He tilts his head to the side. “You’re lying.”
“No I’m not,” Teagan harshly retorts, looking away.
“Yes, you are. I’m like a human lie detector. Your body and eye movements
are telling me that you are lying. So, why hide that you can write?”
Blushing, Teagan says, “I don’t know.”
“What do you write?” Trent asks.
“Little stuff,” Teagan murmurs, not looking at him.
“Poetry?”
“What, no,” Teagan replies.
“Novels?” Trent quips. She shakes her head. “Ah yes, novels it is.”
“How would you know?” Teagan snaps a little.
“The way your eyes lit up when I said it and your body posture. So, what
do you write about?” Teagan just stares at him. He waves his hand. “I can keep
asking you yes and no questions and figure it out myself.”
“Fine,” Teagan groans. “I write fiction, mysteries to be more specific.”
“Like who did it mysteries?”
She nods, “Yeah, the one I am working on right now is about a kidnapped
girl.”
“Interesting,” Trent replies. “So, are you published?”
“No,” Teagan answers. “I want to be, but I am more scared of people
reading it.” She had never admitted this much about her writing to anyone
before. What was it about this guy that made her so open? Honest, even? She
couldn’t hide anything from him if she tried.
“You don’t let people read your books?” Trent looks at her carefully.
Teagan shakes her head. “No, Victoria has read them all, my sisters, too.
My senior creative writing teacher read my first book. She praised my writing,
but I thought having a college education would help move me further along.”
“How many books have you written?” Trent asks.
The waitress appears next to them and sets down their drinks. “What can I
get you guys?”
“Ladies first,” Trent declares.
“I will have the chocolate chip pancakes and a side order of bacon,”
Teagan orders quietly.
“No hash browns?” The waitress inquires.
Laughing lightly, Teagan shakes her head, “No, thank you. I plan to
finish the pancakes.”
“Okay, and for you sir?” The waitress asks.
“I want two eggs sunny side up, American fries, wheat toast, and some
sausage,” Trent replies.
“Should have gone with bacon,” Teagan teases with a smile.
Trent smirks and then says, “Give me some bacon, too, then. Can’t have
the missus make fun of me.”
“Oh you’re an adorable couple,” the waitress states. “You will make
beautiful babies.”
Teagan’s cheeks light on fire, and she stares at the waitress. Trent
laughs, “I think she will make beautiful babies, yes.”
“Well, I will go put your order in, if you need anything let me know,”
the waitress says, before turning away, her bangles clanging on her wrists.
“Oh my god,” Teagan hisses, covering her face. “That was embarrassing.”
“Why? She didn’t say we would make ugly babies.”
“Yeah, but the insinuation was there.”
“Of what, that we could possibly be having sex? We are both adults. It
could be true.”
“You don’t know me,” Teagan retorts sharply.
Trent chuckles deeply. “Yeah, but the waitress doesn’t know that we just
met. Are you the type of girl that embarrasses when talking about sex?”
Teagan blushes even harder. “Not that it’s any of your business, but yes,
especially with guys I just met.”
“Well, I will try to keep my perverted comments to myself then,” Trent
laughs.
Speechless, Teagan pours sugar into her coffee. “Okay, I am not
embarrassed when talking about sex normally, but talking
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