few of those when you were up here on vacation.”
“That’s right, you were. You should be extra nice to me to make up for it.”
He gave me that killer smile of his and said, “I’ll see what I can do.”
The waitress served the calamari, and we settled in to enjoy our meal. The calamari was tender and cooked to perfection. The tuna was even better. We talked about friends, our families, and places we’ve traveled to and would like to go. Ian told me he tries to take a couple of trips every winter.
I made a mental note to renew my passport, just in case.
Ian cleaned his plate and finished off my tuna for me. I was stuffed.
While we waited for the check, I said, “That was just too good. I’m definitely going to have to walk more at night. The food up here is unbelievable.”
“Would you like to go for a walk?”
“I’d love that.”
I offered to buy dinner, but he insisted on paying. We got back in his truck and drove over to Narragansett. We found a place to park up by the Wishing Well and crossed Ocean Road to the sea wall, which is a popular place year round to stroll and enjoy the views of Narragansett Bay. Before we crossed the street, Ian took my hand. My hand felt so small compared to his. He had a working man’s hands— strong, rough, sexy. As we walked along, I could smell the ocean and hear the surf pounding on the rocks. It was a beautiful evening with just a gentle breeze. We walked toward the Towers, two stone structures at either end of an enclosed bridge that crosses Ocean Road. The Towers were all that’s left of the Narragansett Casino, which burned down in a fire in 1900. Further down past the towers was the Narragansett Town Beach. It’s a nice walk with stunning scenery.
By the time we headed back toward Ian’s truck, it was starting to get dark. We walked along in companionable silence. I didn’t want to just babble and I didn’t feel I needed to. I was just enjoying being with him.
On the drive home, I said, “Ian, this was a nice evening. I’m so glad Mac is feeling better.”
“Me, too. I’ll be honest, when I saw that ambulance last night I thought the worst. I thought his color was good tonight though. I think he’s on the mend.”
At the cottage, he walked me to my door. He took my hand and pulled me close. My heart started to pound, and I got that warm feeling I always get when I’m close to him.
He lean down and kissed me, warmly and gently. I put my arms around his neck and kissed him back. He removed my hair clip and ran his fingers through my hair. We finally came up for air, he nibbled on my neck, worked his way up to my cheek and gave me a quick peck on the lips.
Ian then drew back and handed me my hair clip. He looked at me with sultry eyes and said in a husky voice, “You have the most beautiful hair I’ve ever seen. I just had to get my hands on it. It’s like silky fire.”
I blushed and whispered, “Would you like to come in?”
He smiled and said, “I think I’d better go.”
Disappointed, I said, “Thanks again for dinner.”
“My, pleasure.”
He turned and did his hundred-yard dash through the parking lot.
I went into the cottage a little sad but happy at the same time. I didn’t want the evening to end. It was a magic night. Mac is feeling better and I think Ian and I just had an unofficial date. I probably shouldn’t have asked him in, but I couldn’t help myself. The words just came out of my mouth. I hope he doesn’t think I’m easy now. He is so nice and handsome and sexy and sweet. I know I shouldn’t, but I’m falling fast.
I checked my e-mail before I went to bed. There was one from Helen, and one from my parents in New Zealand. I decided to read Helen’s first.
Hi, Meggie:
I’m planning on driving up on Sunday. Can’t wait. I got directions on the Net. I’m planning on getting up at 4:00 A.M. and hitting the road to beat the traffic. Do you want anything from Philly? If so, let me know. I need this vacation
“That’s right, you were. You should be extra nice to me to make up for it.”
He gave me that killer smile of his and said, “I’ll see what I can do.”
The waitress served the calamari, and we settled in to enjoy our meal. The calamari was tender and cooked to perfection. The tuna was even better. We talked about friends, our families, and places we’ve traveled to and would like to go. Ian told me he tries to take a couple of trips every winter.
I made a mental note to renew my passport, just in case.
Ian cleaned his plate and finished off my tuna for me. I was stuffed.
While we waited for the check, I said, “That was just too good. I’m definitely going to have to walk more at night. The food up here is unbelievable.”
“Would you like to go for a walk?”
“I’d love that.”
I offered to buy dinner, but he insisted on paying. We got back in his truck and drove over to Narragansett. We found a place to park up by the Wishing Well and crossed Ocean Road to the sea wall, which is a popular place year round to stroll and enjoy the views of Narragansett Bay. Before we crossed the street, Ian took my hand. My hand felt so small compared to his. He had a working man’s hands— strong, rough, sexy. As we walked along, I could smell the ocean and hear the surf pounding on the rocks. It was a beautiful evening with just a gentle breeze. We walked toward the Towers, two stone structures at either end of an enclosed bridge that crosses Ocean Road. The Towers were all that’s left of the Narragansett Casino, which burned down in a fire in 1900. Further down past the towers was the Narragansett Town Beach. It’s a nice walk with stunning scenery.
By the time we headed back toward Ian’s truck, it was starting to get dark. We walked along in companionable silence. I didn’t want to just babble and I didn’t feel I needed to. I was just enjoying being with him.
On the drive home, I said, “Ian, this was a nice evening. I’m so glad Mac is feeling better.”
“Me, too. I’ll be honest, when I saw that ambulance last night I thought the worst. I thought his color was good tonight though. I think he’s on the mend.”
At the cottage, he walked me to my door. He took my hand and pulled me close. My heart started to pound, and I got that warm feeling I always get when I’m close to him.
He lean down and kissed me, warmly and gently. I put my arms around his neck and kissed him back. He removed my hair clip and ran his fingers through my hair. We finally came up for air, he nibbled on my neck, worked his way up to my cheek and gave me a quick peck on the lips.
Ian then drew back and handed me my hair clip. He looked at me with sultry eyes and said in a husky voice, “You have the most beautiful hair I’ve ever seen. I just had to get my hands on it. It’s like silky fire.”
I blushed and whispered, “Would you like to come in?”
He smiled and said, “I think I’d better go.”
Disappointed, I said, “Thanks again for dinner.”
“My, pleasure.”
He turned and did his hundred-yard dash through the parking lot.
I went into the cottage a little sad but happy at the same time. I didn’t want the evening to end. It was a magic night. Mac is feeling better and I think Ian and I just had an unofficial date. I probably shouldn’t have asked him in, but I couldn’t help myself. The words just came out of my mouth. I hope he doesn’t think I’m easy now. He is so nice and handsome and sexy and sweet. I know I shouldn’t, but I’m falling fast.
I checked my e-mail before I went to bed. There was one from Helen, and one from my parents in New Zealand. I decided to read Helen’s first.
Hi, Meggie:
I’m planning on driving up on Sunday. Can’t wait. I got directions on the Net. I’m planning on getting up at 4:00 A.M. and hitting the road to beat the traffic. Do you want anything from Philly? If so, let me know. I need this vacation
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