Up All Night Long: From Lust to Love (Romance Anthology) by Ali Parker Page B
Authors: Ali Parker
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faraway look. "I'm going to open a little bakery on Main Street and start my days with a long jog around the bay where the house sits on the side of it. The evenings will be at the house cooking, or at little local pubs like this."
Lisa jumped in. "You finally decided on the bakery?"
Sicily smiled shyly. "Yeah, I think so."
"Good," Kari responded before Lisa took the conversation back.
"There are little cobbled streets everywhere and the shopping is just fantastic. Small places to dip in and out of and there are a few wineries, though I'm not at all sure where they get their grapes from."
"Italy, where all wine comes from." Sicily shrugged, starting to clean up their small plates as Keith showed up with their dinner. He set everything down and checked to make sure everything was good.
Sicily prayed over the food for everyone and Lisa snagged a French fry off Kari's plate. "The people there were so authentic, Kari. You're going to love them. No more cut-throat bullshit."
"But is there anyone our age? I mean, it looks and sounds perfect, but what about finding someone to date? To love? To marry?" Kari asked, working to get her burger just perfect.
"There are tons of great guys there. It's an older community, but these grandparents have kids and they have kids, and mostly everyone who was born there stays." Lisa looked over at Kari and reached over to squeeze her leg. "You're going to find him. I just know it."
"I hope so. I miss him and I don't even know him yet." Kari smiled sadly, letting her thoughts go and drowning in the deliciousness of the meal before her.
Chapter 7
Fitful dreams had plagued her all night, the scene before her filled with Frank and his unfaithfulness. She woke up emotional and crabby, the smell of bacon helping a little. She slipped out of the extra bedroom, the house packed into boxes all around her. Someone was humming something, and as she moved into the kitchen, the sight of her little brother working on breakfast caused her heart to swell.
He was player - a turd - but he was hers and she would forever love him. She would be the one to make sure he finally got somewhere in life, and when their parents were gone, she would be the one to remind him that he would eventually get it together and that he was worth more than gold no matter who he became.
She leaned against the doorframe, her white robe wrapped tightly around her as she watched him enjoy himself. He was simplistic and deserved a good woman who would expect very little and yet receive so much. Her eyes filled with tears, a smile playing on her lips as he danced and flipped the bacon, the song playing only in his head. He spun around and stopped mid-spin, the spatula in his hand. He gasped like a woman caught in adultery.
She laughed, and he did too. He put the spatula down and walked to pull her into a hug. "I got here at two this morning. Thanks for leaving the key under the mat. I thought I might have to sleep in old blue."
"Your truck has no heat in it, Marc. Silly thing." Kari pushed at his chest, his T-shirt loose and sleeping pants making him look like a little boy again. She reached up and rustled his hair, rolling her eyes at him and moving to the coffee pot. She pulled out a small towel and wiped at her watering eyes before busying herself with creating the only fuel that would get her through their trip.
"You all right? You look emotional." Marc moved back to the stove and worked on pulling up the bacon.
"I'm good. Just know how much I'll miss you and mom. I haven't ever lived anywhere else, so I'm just feeling the unease of that I guess."
"You'll do great. There's nothing that you haven't conquered and done so successfully. This will be no different." He paused and moved to the small yellow bowl filled with pancake batter, cracking an egg into it and whipping it as he picked up the bowl and turned toward her. "Just make sure to enjoy yourself. Stop rushing forward to grab the world's attention and just let them
Lisa jumped in. "You finally decided on the bakery?"
Sicily smiled shyly. "Yeah, I think so."
"Good," Kari responded before Lisa took the conversation back.
"There are little cobbled streets everywhere and the shopping is just fantastic. Small places to dip in and out of and there are a few wineries, though I'm not at all sure where they get their grapes from."
"Italy, where all wine comes from." Sicily shrugged, starting to clean up their small plates as Keith showed up with their dinner. He set everything down and checked to make sure everything was good.
Sicily prayed over the food for everyone and Lisa snagged a French fry off Kari's plate. "The people there were so authentic, Kari. You're going to love them. No more cut-throat bullshit."
"But is there anyone our age? I mean, it looks and sounds perfect, but what about finding someone to date? To love? To marry?" Kari asked, working to get her burger just perfect.
"There are tons of great guys there. It's an older community, but these grandparents have kids and they have kids, and mostly everyone who was born there stays." Lisa looked over at Kari and reached over to squeeze her leg. "You're going to find him. I just know it."
"I hope so. I miss him and I don't even know him yet." Kari smiled sadly, letting her thoughts go and drowning in the deliciousness of the meal before her.
Chapter 7
Fitful dreams had plagued her all night, the scene before her filled with Frank and his unfaithfulness. She woke up emotional and crabby, the smell of bacon helping a little. She slipped out of the extra bedroom, the house packed into boxes all around her. Someone was humming something, and as she moved into the kitchen, the sight of her little brother working on breakfast caused her heart to swell.
He was player - a turd - but he was hers and she would forever love him. She would be the one to make sure he finally got somewhere in life, and when their parents were gone, she would be the one to remind him that he would eventually get it together and that he was worth more than gold no matter who he became.
She leaned against the doorframe, her white robe wrapped tightly around her as she watched him enjoy himself. He was simplistic and deserved a good woman who would expect very little and yet receive so much. Her eyes filled with tears, a smile playing on her lips as he danced and flipped the bacon, the song playing only in his head. He spun around and stopped mid-spin, the spatula in his hand. He gasped like a woman caught in adultery.
She laughed, and he did too. He put the spatula down and walked to pull her into a hug. "I got here at two this morning. Thanks for leaving the key under the mat. I thought I might have to sleep in old blue."
"Your truck has no heat in it, Marc. Silly thing." Kari pushed at his chest, his T-shirt loose and sleeping pants making him look like a little boy again. She reached up and rustled his hair, rolling her eyes at him and moving to the coffee pot. She pulled out a small towel and wiped at her watering eyes before busying herself with creating the only fuel that would get her through their trip.
"You all right? You look emotional." Marc moved back to the stove and worked on pulling up the bacon.
"I'm good. Just know how much I'll miss you and mom. I haven't ever lived anywhere else, so I'm just feeling the unease of that I guess."
"You'll do great. There's nothing that you haven't conquered and done so successfully. This will be no different." He paused and moved to the small yellow bowl filled with pancake batter, cracking an egg into it and whipping it as he picked up the bowl and turned toward her. "Just make sure to enjoy yourself. Stop rushing forward to grab the world's attention and just let them
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