kids giggle.
“Leo could see it scared the dickens outta me, so he took me straight to his Ford. Since I was still shakin’ in my knickers, I let him. He drove me to this little restaurant, and without sayin’ a word, sat us at a table for two. Faster than you could say hot-diggity-dog, he ordered me a cuppa coffee, a dry martini, a snifter of brandy and a glass of wine. He told me to drink what would make me feel better. I drank the martini and the wine, he drank the brandy and we let the coffee go cold. Then he ordered us both two huge plates of chicken fried steak, mashed potatoes and buttered beans. We sat in that little restaurant for three hours and I never felt safer. That was my first day with Leo and from there on out, he was in my life every day until he died. He was still cocky, but he was mine,” she finished her story with a satisfied look on her face, even looking a bit cocky herself. I can tell she’s told that story many times before and loves telling it. And I love that she has that story to tell.
“That’s the sweetest story, even if it is a little creepy,” I smile.
Her smug look turns bossy when she says pointedly, “Don’t ever be one of those modern women who thinks she doesn’t need a good man at her back, you hear me? You find yourself one who’s willing to protect and keep you, you take care of him. Trust me child, it doesn’t matter what size, shape or form they come in, you give a good man your love and care, he’ll lay waste to the world to keep you by his side.”
I smile, “Okay.”
“ Modern women ,” she rolls her eyes. Then she turns to me with furrowed brows, “You promise me you won’t ever be one of them. When will they learn, they can have their jobs and power and whatever else they hold dear, without missing out on the good stuff. Stupid, is what they are.”
I try to keep from laughing, “I promise.”
“What’s knickers?” Cara asks quietly.
“Panties,” Rosa responds quick-like.
“Ew!” the boys all groan.
I hear my phone ding and Cara slides it to me giggling as I bite my lip to keep from laughing. The boys scatter, probably afraid we’ll start talking about panties.
“Who’s that?” Rosa asks while trying to peek over at my phone.
I look down and see a text from Cam. I can’t help but feel a flutter of anticipation, even though he’s probably just texting about the kids since I’m his babysitter this week. But I can’t help but hope it’s not about being his babysitter.
Cam: Going to be late. Be ready at 6. Taking you and the kids for a burger.
I frown at my phone for many reasons. One, I have dinner going in the crockpot. I’ve been messing around with Carnita Tacos for a while, but I think tonight’s my night. They should be perfect and I’ll have pictures to take. Two, I know I’ve spent the last two evenings with Cam Montgomery—the last one ending in a hot clinch with Cam kissing me crazy with his hand on my ass. But this is dinner out. Even though he’s had his hand on my ass, dinner out is much different than sharing a meal because I had enough food to share. Three, he didn’t ask. I could have plans, even though I’m babysitting this week and there’s no way I could have plans. But still, he could’ve asked. And four, it’s worth mentioning twice, he’s had his hand on my ass. Dinner out with someone who’s groped you during an out-of-this-universe-kiss is different than it is with someone who’s never touched your ass.
“It’s Cam. Jordy and Cara’s dad. He wants to get a burger tonight,” I answer and bite my lip, wondering how I should handle this.
“The one with the nasty ex?” she asks.
I told her a little about Cam when I called this morning to make sure it was okay to bring the kids. She thought it was a hoot hearing about Bekki with an i, but I did not share about how Cam makes me fidget and I absolutely did not
“Leo could see it scared the dickens outta me, so he took me straight to his Ford. Since I was still shakin’ in my knickers, I let him. He drove me to this little restaurant, and without sayin’ a word, sat us at a table for two. Faster than you could say hot-diggity-dog, he ordered me a cuppa coffee, a dry martini, a snifter of brandy and a glass of wine. He told me to drink what would make me feel better. I drank the martini and the wine, he drank the brandy and we let the coffee go cold. Then he ordered us both two huge plates of chicken fried steak, mashed potatoes and buttered beans. We sat in that little restaurant for three hours and I never felt safer. That was my first day with Leo and from there on out, he was in my life every day until he died. He was still cocky, but he was mine,” she finished her story with a satisfied look on her face, even looking a bit cocky herself. I can tell she’s told that story many times before and loves telling it. And I love that she has that story to tell.
“That’s the sweetest story, even if it is a little creepy,” I smile.
Her smug look turns bossy when she says pointedly, “Don’t ever be one of those modern women who thinks she doesn’t need a good man at her back, you hear me? You find yourself one who’s willing to protect and keep you, you take care of him. Trust me child, it doesn’t matter what size, shape or form they come in, you give a good man your love and care, he’ll lay waste to the world to keep you by his side.”
I smile, “Okay.”
“ Modern women ,” she rolls her eyes. Then she turns to me with furrowed brows, “You promise me you won’t ever be one of them. When will they learn, they can have their jobs and power and whatever else they hold dear, without missing out on the good stuff. Stupid, is what they are.”
I try to keep from laughing, “I promise.”
“What’s knickers?” Cara asks quietly.
“Panties,” Rosa responds quick-like.
“Ew!” the boys all groan.
I hear my phone ding and Cara slides it to me giggling as I bite my lip to keep from laughing. The boys scatter, probably afraid we’ll start talking about panties.
“Who’s that?” Rosa asks while trying to peek over at my phone.
I look down and see a text from Cam. I can’t help but feel a flutter of anticipation, even though he’s probably just texting about the kids since I’m his babysitter this week. But I can’t help but hope it’s not about being his babysitter.
Cam: Going to be late. Be ready at 6. Taking you and the kids for a burger.
I frown at my phone for many reasons. One, I have dinner going in the crockpot. I’ve been messing around with Carnita Tacos for a while, but I think tonight’s my night. They should be perfect and I’ll have pictures to take. Two, I know I’ve spent the last two evenings with Cam Montgomery—the last one ending in a hot clinch with Cam kissing me crazy with his hand on my ass. But this is dinner out. Even though he’s had his hand on my ass, dinner out is much different than sharing a meal because I had enough food to share. Three, he didn’t ask. I could have plans, even though I’m babysitting this week and there’s no way I could have plans. But still, he could’ve asked. And four, it’s worth mentioning twice, he’s had his hand on my ass. Dinner out with someone who’s groped you during an out-of-this-universe-kiss is different than it is with someone who’s never touched your ass.
“It’s Cam. Jordy and Cara’s dad. He wants to get a burger tonight,” I answer and bite my lip, wondering how I should handle this.
“The one with the nasty ex?” she asks.
I told her a little about Cam when I called this morning to make sure it was okay to bring the kids. She thought it was a hoot hearing about Bekki with an i, but I did not share about how Cam makes me fidget and I absolutely did not
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