oblivious manner.
"Oh Jos, do have a seat. Is there anything I can get you? I have some soda, water, orange juice or unsweetened iced tea."
"The iced tea sounds lovely. It's a hot one today. I think it went past 100 outside."
She talks to me as she makes her way back to the kitchen but continues the conversation with a louder tone.
"That's why I was so worried when I saw you with your eyes closed in your car. I wondered if you had passed out from the heat. Some people don't have air conditioning in their cars and I worried that was your case."
I watch as Pierce never takes his eyes off me while making his way to a chair directly opposite and sits.
"I may have a five year old Honda, but it's still in good shape and plenty of air conditioning." I yell back to his mom, holding Pierce's gaze as I sit on the couc h .
She emerges from the kitchen with a tray of three very different drinks atop. She hands the bottle of beer to Pierce as he breaks our gaze to smile up at his mom. I really think my heart sped up a bit just the way he looks at her.
"Here you are hon, nice cool iced tea."
I take the glass, which is already sweating from the ice and nod a thank you to her. She walks over to the chair right next to Pierce, puts the tray on the coffee table, and then relaxes back, bringing the orange juice to her lips.
"Well I am glad you were fine when I knocked on your car window. You looked a little unwell, flushed while holding that card in your hand, so I naturally became concerned."
I realize this conversation is not going the way I would wish, so I try to steer it in a different direction. But before I have a chance to open my mouth, she starts up again.
"That was an interesting card. I didn't get a close look at it, but it reminded me of the posters you have hanging in your apartment Pierce."
My gaze volleys back and forth between the two. She is looking at him as he smiles and then turns to stare at me.
"Well, that does sounds like a very interesting card mom. You must share it with us Josephine. Was it from a friend or secret admirer?"
He leans over, resting his forearms on his knees watching me with a wicked grin on his face. He's enjoying this, but I don't embarrass easily. I would have thought he would figure that out by now.
"Well, if you must know it is from an admirer. A man I met last week. He's sweet, but you know how men are these days Mrs. Carver. They expect you to fall at their feet if they so much as look in your direction. But, I'm old fashioned; I think a man should work for my attention. Hence the card."
Pierce is tapping his foot on the ground and I can tell he's anxious as his hands cup his mouth.
"Oh, hon, tell me about it. No offence Pierce, but men should always work for the attention of a lady. Especially a woman as beautiful as yourself. Isn't that right Pierce?"
His head drops into his hands and I notice how uncomfortable he is. But then he looks up at me and his smile softens.
"Yes, mother you are right. She is quite breathtaking. Any man would be a fool not to jump through hoops to be with her."
Both Mrs. Carver and I gasp and stare at Pierce. I look over at his mom, whose expression morphs from shock to confusion and settles into a knowledgeable half smile.
"Well, if you two will excuse me, I must get started on grilling the steaks. They don't cook themselves you know. Dinner should be ready in about fifteen minutes."
She gets up and walks behind Pierce, while placing a hand on his back before turning and walking toward the kitchen.
I stand and offer assistance in the kitchen, but she just winks before telling me, "Sit down hon, you are a guest in my home. Now Pierce, do keep her company."
I sit back into the plush couch and sip my tea while watching Pierce. He starts to laugh a bit and looks down.
"You know Josephine, when you look at me like that..."
"What?"
He groans before looking up again.
"I have thought about you every day since last week. Any free time I have had you
"Oh Jos, do have a seat. Is there anything I can get you? I have some soda, water, orange juice or unsweetened iced tea."
"The iced tea sounds lovely. It's a hot one today. I think it went past 100 outside."
She talks to me as she makes her way back to the kitchen but continues the conversation with a louder tone.
"That's why I was so worried when I saw you with your eyes closed in your car. I wondered if you had passed out from the heat. Some people don't have air conditioning in their cars and I worried that was your case."
I watch as Pierce never takes his eyes off me while making his way to a chair directly opposite and sits.
"I may have a five year old Honda, but it's still in good shape and plenty of air conditioning." I yell back to his mom, holding Pierce's gaze as I sit on the couc h .
She emerges from the kitchen with a tray of three very different drinks atop. She hands the bottle of beer to Pierce as he breaks our gaze to smile up at his mom. I really think my heart sped up a bit just the way he looks at her.
"Here you are hon, nice cool iced tea."
I take the glass, which is already sweating from the ice and nod a thank you to her. She walks over to the chair right next to Pierce, puts the tray on the coffee table, and then relaxes back, bringing the orange juice to her lips.
"Well I am glad you were fine when I knocked on your car window. You looked a little unwell, flushed while holding that card in your hand, so I naturally became concerned."
I realize this conversation is not going the way I would wish, so I try to steer it in a different direction. But before I have a chance to open my mouth, she starts up again.
"That was an interesting card. I didn't get a close look at it, but it reminded me of the posters you have hanging in your apartment Pierce."
My gaze volleys back and forth between the two. She is looking at him as he smiles and then turns to stare at me.
"Well, that does sounds like a very interesting card mom. You must share it with us Josephine. Was it from a friend or secret admirer?"
He leans over, resting his forearms on his knees watching me with a wicked grin on his face. He's enjoying this, but I don't embarrass easily. I would have thought he would figure that out by now.
"Well, if you must know it is from an admirer. A man I met last week. He's sweet, but you know how men are these days Mrs. Carver. They expect you to fall at their feet if they so much as look in your direction. But, I'm old fashioned; I think a man should work for my attention. Hence the card."
Pierce is tapping his foot on the ground and I can tell he's anxious as his hands cup his mouth.
"Oh, hon, tell me about it. No offence Pierce, but men should always work for the attention of a lady. Especially a woman as beautiful as yourself. Isn't that right Pierce?"
His head drops into his hands and I notice how uncomfortable he is. But then he looks up at me and his smile softens.
"Yes, mother you are right. She is quite breathtaking. Any man would be a fool not to jump through hoops to be with her."
Both Mrs. Carver and I gasp and stare at Pierce. I look over at his mom, whose expression morphs from shock to confusion and settles into a knowledgeable half smile.
"Well, if you two will excuse me, I must get started on grilling the steaks. They don't cook themselves you know. Dinner should be ready in about fifteen minutes."
She gets up and walks behind Pierce, while placing a hand on his back before turning and walking toward the kitchen.
I stand and offer assistance in the kitchen, but she just winks before telling me, "Sit down hon, you are a guest in my home. Now Pierce, do keep her company."
I sit back into the plush couch and sip my tea while watching Pierce. He starts to laugh a bit and looks down.
"You know Josephine, when you look at me like that..."
"What?"
He groans before looking up again.
"I have thought about you every day since last week. Any free time I have had you
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