in those orbs of his. “Thank you.”
“Darling,
you deserve to be wined and dined.” Hank winked at her.
“What
does a man deserve? People say that a woman wants to be wined and dined, but
what do you want?” Her voice was nervous as she put the carton of half eaten
food down.
“A
good woman.”
The
ranch was silent with the exception of the soft music, owl hooting, and
crickets chirping. “You’ll never master the use of chop sticks,” she laughed. She
picked up the sticks that Hank referred to as toothpicks, using the utensils to
pick up a piece of General Tso’s Chicken, she held it to his mouth.
Without
hesitation he took a bite and chewed slowly. “It’s good.”
Kari
quickly looked up at the sky when Hank’s heated stare became too much for her.
It’s like the saying if it’s too hot in the kitchen stay out. “It’s a clear
night to look at the constellations,” she pointed out.
Han
put the food away in the wicker picnic basket. “Come.” He took her by the hand
and guided her to the front of the truck where he spread the blanket out on the
hood and helped her climb on top. He followed suite and laid next to her.
Kari
settled next to him as they both stared up at the sky. “It’s like playing
connect the dots.”
“Do
you see the Big Dipper?” Lifting his finger up, he outlined the constellation
for her.
She
nodded her head. “The myth is, that a wood-nymph named Callisto was a maiden
and huntress. When Jupiter caught sight of her he immediately desired her. He
tricked her by taking shape of her mistress, Diana. Legends say that he took
advantage of her. Eventually, Callisto bore a son to Jupiter, Arcas, which
infuriated Juno the wife of Jupiter, her jealously and envy transformed
Callisto into a bear.”
“What
happen to the son?”
“Callisto
lived in the wild until one day she heard Arcas’ voice while he was hunting in
the woods. She greeted him in bear form, when he raised his bow to kill her,
Jupiter laid hands on Arcas and transformed him into a littler bear. The king
of gods then placed mother and child into the heavens.”
“We
could have went home and watch brother bear,” Hank mused.
Kari
laughed so hard tears pricked the corner of her eyes. “This is relaxing,” she
yawned, closing her eyes. “I could stay out here all night,”
“It’s
going to rain; I can smell it in the air.”
Opening
her eyes, she peered up at the clear night sky. “I don’t smell any rain and
there’s no clouds in the sky.” As soon as the words left her mouth, it was
like the heavens unleashed on them.
Hank
hooted and hollered as Kari scrambled to get off the hood of his truck. “I
thought you said there’s no rain,” he mocked.
“Shut
up my hair’s getting wet,” she squealed.
“Are
you the wicked witch of the west? Are you going to melt?” Hank laughed.
“No!!...
But rain is like kryptonite for a black women’s hair.” Kari tried opening the
car door, but it was locked. “Jackson, open the door!”
“Seize
the day or shall I say night!” Hank shouted over the rain, as it poured down on
them.
Kari
wiped her wet forehead around. “Seize what? A cold. I don’t understand.”
“Ain’t
no man ever danced with you in the rain?” he asked.
She
stood there with a dumbfounded look on her face. Standing outside in the rain
was long forgotten. “I‘ve never danced in the rain.”
“Dance
with me.” Hank held his hand out for her.
“Okay.”
She put her hand into his.
A
song by Keith Urban played “All for You,” softly on the speakers. Hank led her
to a spot away from the truck as the headlights served as their spotlight. She
gingerly put her arms around him as they began to dance. Kari felt his hand on
her back and his chest close to her. She closed her eyes and took a deep
breath, inhaling his scent.
“I’m
falling for you,” he crooned.
A
slow dance in the rain was worth the cold that would come within a few weeks.
Kari looked up at him
“Darling,
you deserve to be wined and dined.” Hank winked at her.
“What
does a man deserve? People say that a woman wants to be wined and dined, but
what do you want?” Her voice was nervous as she put the carton of half eaten
food down.
“A
good woman.”
The
ranch was silent with the exception of the soft music, owl hooting, and
crickets chirping. “You’ll never master the use of chop sticks,” she laughed. She
picked up the sticks that Hank referred to as toothpicks, using the utensils to
pick up a piece of General Tso’s Chicken, she held it to his mouth.
Without
hesitation he took a bite and chewed slowly. “It’s good.”
Kari
quickly looked up at the sky when Hank’s heated stare became too much for her.
It’s like the saying if it’s too hot in the kitchen stay out. “It’s a clear
night to look at the constellations,” she pointed out.
Han
put the food away in the wicker picnic basket. “Come.” He took her by the hand
and guided her to the front of the truck where he spread the blanket out on the
hood and helped her climb on top. He followed suite and laid next to her.
Kari
settled next to him as they both stared up at the sky. “It’s like playing
connect the dots.”
“Do
you see the Big Dipper?” Lifting his finger up, he outlined the constellation
for her.
She
nodded her head. “The myth is, that a wood-nymph named Callisto was a maiden
and huntress. When Jupiter caught sight of her he immediately desired her. He
tricked her by taking shape of her mistress, Diana. Legends say that he took
advantage of her. Eventually, Callisto bore a son to Jupiter, Arcas, which
infuriated Juno the wife of Jupiter, her jealously and envy transformed
Callisto into a bear.”
“What
happen to the son?”
“Callisto
lived in the wild until one day she heard Arcas’ voice while he was hunting in
the woods. She greeted him in bear form, when he raised his bow to kill her,
Jupiter laid hands on Arcas and transformed him into a littler bear. The king
of gods then placed mother and child into the heavens.”
“We
could have went home and watch brother bear,” Hank mused.
Kari
laughed so hard tears pricked the corner of her eyes. “This is relaxing,” she
yawned, closing her eyes. “I could stay out here all night,”
“It’s
going to rain; I can smell it in the air.”
Opening
her eyes, she peered up at the clear night sky. “I don’t smell any rain and
there’s no clouds in the sky.” As soon as the words left her mouth, it was
like the heavens unleashed on them.
Hank
hooted and hollered as Kari scrambled to get off the hood of his truck. “I
thought you said there’s no rain,” he mocked.
“Shut
up my hair’s getting wet,” she squealed.
“Are
you the wicked witch of the west? Are you going to melt?” Hank laughed.
“No!!...
But rain is like kryptonite for a black women’s hair.” Kari tried opening the
car door, but it was locked. “Jackson, open the door!”
“Seize
the day or shall I say night!” Hank shouted over the rain, as it poured down on
them.
Kari
wiped her wet forehead around. “Seize what? A cold. I don’t understand.”
“Ain’t
no man ever danced with you in the rain?” he asked.
She
stood there with a dumbfounded look on her face. Standing outside in the rain
was long forgotten. “I‘ve never danced in the rain.”
“Dance
with me.” Hank held his hand out for her.
“Okay.”
She put her hand into his.
A
song by Keith Urban played “All for You,” softly on the speakers. Hank led her
to a spot away from the truck as the headlights served as their spotlight. She
gingerly put her arms around him as they began to dance. Kari felt his hand on
her back and his chest close to her. She closed her eyes and took a deep
breath, inhaling his scent.
“I’m
falling for you,” he crooned.
A
slow dance in the rain was worth the cold that would come within a few weeks.
Kari looked up at him
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