dinner. We can talk about my pictures.” He studied her face.
“Come-on,” he urged, “Besides, you shouldn’t be driving out there. It’s late. All the drunks on the road,” he laughed.
She studied his lips as he spoke, then caught the gaze of his blue eyes--studying her.
“Girl’s gotta eat, right?” he added with a gorgeous smile.
She looked deeply into his eyes, thoughts flashing so fast she couldn’t speak. Should I go? He is so handsome. His eyes...those eyes...I’ll bet nobody ever says no to him. I just want to touch his face, to kiss...
Libby unconsciously licked her lips.
“Sounds…nice,” she heard herself say as she squirmed onto the first step. His lips curled into a smile as she stood above him. The light caught his eyes: they sparkled. The electricity again hit Libby, and she trembled. She tried to cover up her reaction by backing up the RV stairs, but stumbled up instead. He stepped toward her, but she caught herself before he touched her again. Even still, a chill ran through her body in the anticipation of his touch.
As she side-stepped up the RV steps, he flipped his thumb toward the building. “See you in there then,” he said, backing toward the roadway.
She nodded, smiling awkwardly, and took the final step inside the RV.
“Besides, the road to regrets might not be as bad as you think. Sometimes you just gotta buckle-up and ride it through. Never know…it might be the ride of your life,” Joe laughed and looked back at the bar. “I better hurry back…” Turning back to her, he added, “You know, you’re very…different…from most women I meet. You…intrigue me,” he turned slowly, smiling, then walked quickly back to the bar.
* * *
Inside the RV, Libby locked the door and muttered, “Flarflebloo, girl. What’s wrong with you?” She then became aware of the blood smeared on her shirt from a gash in her elbow, not to mention her throbbing finger. She pulled off her hat and wisps of curls sprang free from the bondage of the elastic band. She grabbed a breakfast burrito from the freezer, and held it against her finger as she rushed into the bathroom to wash her arm. She pulled open the drawer for first aid items and patched the gash with a large bandage. Filling the sink with cold water, she pulled off her shirt and dropped it into basin to soak.
“What are you doing, Libby?” Libby faced herself in the mirror. “He’s a musician! An angry one, at that!” Libby shook her head as she walked back to her bedroom. She grabbed a clean shirt from her closet and slipped it on as she returned to the kitchen and snatched her hat from the floor, then walked into the RV den and sat on the sofa. She took a deep breath, trying to comprehend the events and the emotions that welled up inside her.
“This is crazy, you don’t get involved with men! Especially one so…” Libby sat back and stared into space for a moment, searching for a word to describe Joe. Libby shook her head. Still holding the frozen burrito in her left hand, she picked up her camera and awkwardly pulled out the flash card. She inspected it for damage before inserting it into her computer. As the computer read the card, Libby inspected the shattered lens. She attached another lens from her camera bag, popped in another flash card and shot a picture of the front window of her RV. It seemed to be working. She glanced at the images on the card as they downloaded to the laptop, smiling as they rolled across her screen. She checked her finger, it was swollen and turning colors. She grimaced as she tried to move it.
Libby wondered if the drunk may have come back. She looked around for something to swing at him, just in case; but all she found was an umbrella.
“Yeah. Right. That won’t work.”
Filling a small zippy bag with ice for her finger, she tossed the burrito back into the freezer. Libby checked through the window of the front of the RV and noticed the bouncer standing behind the SUV and
“Come-on,” he urged, “Besides, you shouldn’t be driving out there. It’s late. All the drunks on the road,” he laughed.
She studied his lips as he spoke, then caught the gaze of his blue eyes--studying her.
“Girl’s gotta eat, right?” he added with a gorgeous smile.
She looked deeply into his eyes, thoughts flashing so fast she couldn’t speak. Should I go? He is so handsome. His eyes...those eyes...I’ll bet nobody ever says no to him. I just want to touch his face, to kiss...
Libby unconsciously licked her lips.
“Sounds…nice,” she heard herself say as she squirmed onto the first step. His lips curled into a smile as she stood above him. The light caught his eyes: they sparkled. The electricity again hit Libby, and she trembled. She tried to cover up her reaction by backing up the RV stairs, but stumbled up instead. He stepped toward her, but she caught herself before he touched her again. Even still, a chill ran through her body in the anticipation of his touch.
As she side-stepped up the RV steps, he flipped his thumb toward the building. “See you in there then,” he said, backing toward the roadway.
She nodded, smiling awkwardly, and took the final step inside the RV.
“Besides, the road to regrets might not be as bad as you think. Sometimes you just gotta buckle-up and ride it through. Never know…it might be the ride of your life,” Joe laughed and looked back at the bar. “I better hurry back…” Turning back to her, he added, “You know, you’re very…different…from most women I meet. You…intrigue me,” he turned slowly, smiling, then walked quickly back to the bar.
* * *
Inside the RV, Libby locked the door and muttered, “Flarflebloo, girl. What’s wrong with you?” She then became aware of the blood smeared on her shirt from a gash in her elbow, not to mention her throbbing finger. She pulled off her hat and wisps of curls sprang free from the bondage of the elastic band. She grabbed a breakfast burrito from the freezer, and held it against her finger as she rushed into the bathroom to wash her arm. She pulled open the drawer for first aid items and patched the gash with a large bandage. Filling the sink with cold water, she pulled off her shirt and dropped it into basin to soak.
“What are you doing, Libby?” Libby faced herself in the mirror. “He’s a musician! An angry one, at that!” Libby shook her head as she walked back to her bedroom. She grabbed a clean shirt from her closet and slipped it on as she returned to the kitchen and snatched her hat from the floor, then walked into the RV den and sat on the sofa. She took a deep breath, trying to comprehend the events and the emotions that welled up inside her.
“This is crazy, you don’t get involved with men! Especially one so…” Libby sat back and stared into space for a moment, searching for a word to describe Joe. Libby shook her head. Still holding the frozen burrito in her left hand, she picked up her camera and awkwardly pulled out the flash card. She inspected it for damage before inserting it into her computer. As the computer read the card, Libby inspected the shattered lens. She attached another lens from her camera bag, popped in another flash card and shot a picture of the front window of her RV. It seemed to be working. She glanced at the images on the card as they downloaded to the laptop, smiling as they rolled across her screen. She checked her finger, it was swollen and turning colors. She grimaced as she tried to move it.
Libby wondered if the drunk may have come back. She looked around for something to swing at him, just in case; but all she found was an umbrella.
“Yeah. Right. That won’t work.”
Filling a small zippy bag with ice for her finger, she tossed the burrito back into the freezer. Libby checked through the window of the front of the RV and noticed the bouncer standing behind the SUV and
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