somewhat responsible. Something tells me that if I had never shown up, he wouldn’t be dealing with all of these issues. That thought alone sobers me up. What am I thinking? I just got out of what I thought was the best relationship of my life, and here I am getting intimate in the middle of a field with someone I don’t even know. I’m nowhere near ready to move on, and I’m not sure I’ll ever be.
We arrive back at Cory’s house and he helps me climb off the back of the bike. I can tell he senses a change in me. He’s holding himself back when it’s clear he has something to say. I can’t even look him in the eyes right now, I’m so ashamed of myself. He clears his throat, “I have to head in, but I’ll have Al warm you up some-thing for dinner. I’m afraid I won’t be joining you tonight.” He sounds regretful about it which makes me feel a tiny bit better. “He’s also preparing the guest room for you. It’s likely not finished though since I haven’t catered to guest in a long time. You are welcome to my room for the time being if you would like.” I look up at him then, his eyes are dark and stern, no trace of the heat I witnessed just minutes before in the meadow. It almost feels like I imagined it all. Feeling embarrassed, I’m not sure what to say.
“Thank you, Mr. Lewis,” I manage. He groans, I’m sure in response to me addressing him by his last name. I’m not even sure why I did, but he makes no move to say anything about it. Instead, he turns around and gestures for me to lead the way.
As soon as we reach the front door, Mr. Olsen has it opened. “Al, please make sure Miss Carter eats. I’m afraid it’s going to be a long night for me at the club.” And with that, he’s back out the door. Seconds later, I hear the rumble of his motorcycle as he starts it up and speeds away.
“Right this way, ma’am. Greta has left dinner in the oven. I’ll get you all setup,” he says as he leads me into the kitchen. He pulls a tray from the oven, removes a plate, and then places the tray back inside. He unwraps the plate and slides it into the microwave for a few minutes. I can’t make out what’s on the plate, but whatever it is has my stomach growling so loud that I’m sure the butler can hear it.
When the microwave beeps, Mr. Olsen walks over to it and removes the plate then places it in front of me. Instantly, my mouth starts to water at seeing a solid portion of roast with little whole potatoes, carrots, and what I have no doubt will be fresh green beans. I’m kind of glad Cory is not here at the moment; I’m a girl who loves her food, and I really don’t need to embarrass myself any further by him seeing me inhale my dinner.
I kinda forgot the butler is standing there until I hear someone clearing their throat. I look up at him, pretty sure he can read the question in my eyes. “Pardon me, Miss,” he starts, “Mr. Lewis has never brought a woman home, so it’s a bit of an adjustment.” I sit there thinking for a moment, my food completely forgotten. Cory totally struck me as a lady’s man. Surely he’s had a woman here a time or two. In any case, it’s not like I’m an invited guest. “Well then, if you need anything, there’s an intercom in each room.” It seems I take too long to answer.
“Thank you, Mr. Olsen.” I nod, giving him a smile.
“Please call me Al, and it’s a pleasure,” he says with a smile of his own and walks away. I quickly finish my dinner, wash my plate off, then head upstairs to try and get some rest.
Thankful again that Amber dropped off my luggage, I reach inside and bring out one of my favorite books by the talented author, Nicholas Sparks; I’m a sucker for a tearjerker. I curl up on the bed and begin reading.
I didn’t realize that I had fallen asleep until I’m woke up by the door opening. Trying to clear some of the sleep from my eyes, I glance over at the clock to see that it’s just after three in the morning. Long night
We arrive back at Cory’s house and he helps me climb off the back of the bike. I can tell he senses a change in me. He’s holding himself back when it’s clear he has something to say. I can’t even look him in the eyes right now, I’m so ashamed of myself. He clears his throat, “I have to head in, but I’ll have Al warm you up some-thing for dinner. I’m afraid I won’t be joining you tonight.” He sounds regretful about it which makes me feel a tiny bit better. “He’s also preparing the guest room for you. It’s likely not finished though since I haven’t catered to guest in a long time. You are welcome to my room for the time being if you would like.” I look up at him then, his eyes are dark and stern, no trace of the heat I witnessed just minutes before in the meadow. It almost feels like I imagined it all. Feeling embarrassed, I’m not sure what to say.
“Thank you, Mr. Lewis,” I manage. He groans, I’m sure in response to me addressing him by his last name. I’m not even sure why I did, but he makes no move to say anything about it. Instead, he turns around and gestures for me to lead the way.
As soon as we reach the front door, Mr. Olsen has it opened. “Al, please make sure Miss Carter eats. I’m afraid it’s going to be a long night for me at the club.” And with that, he’s back out the door. Seconds later, I hear the rumble of his motorcycle as he starts it up and speeds away.
“Right this way, ma’am. Greta has left dinner in the oven. I’ll get you all setup,” he says as he leads me into the kitchen. He pulls a tray from the oven, removes a plate, and then places the tray back inside. He unwraps the plate and slides it into the microwave for a few minutes. I can’t make out what’s on the plate, but whatever it is has my stomach growling so loud that I’m sure the butler can hear it.
When the microwave beeps, Mr. Olsen walks over to it and removes the plate then places it in front of me. Instantly, my mouth starts to water at seeing a solid portion of roast with little whole potatoes, carrots, and what I have no doubt will be fresh green beans. I’m kind of glad Cory is not here at the moment; I’m a girl who loves her food, and I really don’t need to embarrass myself any further by him seeing me inhale my dinner.
I kinda forgot the butler is standing there until I hear someone clearing their throat. I look up at him, pretty sure he can read the question in my eyes. “Pardon me, Miss,” he starts, “Mr. Lewis has never brought a woman home, so it’s a bit of an adjustment.” I sit there thinking for a moment, my food completely forgotten. Cory totally struck me as a lady’s man. Surely he’s had a woman here a time or two. In any case, it’s not like I’m an invited guest. “Well then, if you need anything, there’s an intercom in each room.” It seems I take too long to answer.
“Thank you, Mr. Olsen.” I nod, giving him a smile.
“Please call me Al, and it’s a pleasure,” he says with a smile of his own and walks away. I quickly finish my dinner, wash my plate off, then head upstairs to try and get some rest.
Thankful again that Amber dropped off my luggage, I reach inside and bring out one of my favorite books by the talented author, Nicholas Sparks; I’m a sucker for a tearjerker. I curl up on the bed and begin reading.
I didn’t realize that I had fallen asleep until I’m woke up by the door opening. Trying to clear some of the sleep from my eyes, I glance over at the clock to see that it’s just after three in the morning. Long night
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