used to this.
“I know you’re nervous,” he quietly says, “to be alone for the first time with me. I really wish you wouldn’t be. I like you. You like me, I hope.” He chuckles, as I know he doesn’t doubt my feelings towards him. “I’m trying to make this a special date for you, and it would help me out if you could relax and pretend you like it —or me for that matter.” He wiggles his brows at me, cracking me up. “Tell me about your day,” he changes the subject, trying to make me feel better with small talk.
“Are you trying to distract me? More than you already are?” I nudge him with my shoulder.
“If I wanted to distract you,” he whispers in my ear, as he gives my shoulder a squeeze, “I would find better methods than talking.”
So I sit back, trying hard not to blush as I relax in his loose hold on me. We have a pleasant, run of the mill, conversation about our day as we drive through town and out into the country.
Eventually, I pull up to a nice-looking iron fence with the ranch’s brand on the front. I park the truck, hop out to open the gate, then get back in and drive through. I get out one more time to close it, and then take us down a long and dusty dirt road. Soon we come to a stop, and I park us as close as I can to a big, man-made pond.
“Where are we?” Charlie asks, as I watch her survey our surroundings from the window.
“We’re on a friend’s ranch out in Dixon. She let us have use of her pond here for our picnic.”
“It’s beautiful.” I can hear the awe in her voice as she looks out the window, and I fully agree with her assessment. It really is a beautiful piece of property full of green grass, different types of colorful flowers, big shady trees, and some landscaped rock areas around the clean, blue colored water. It’s the perfect setting for our picnic, as it’s peaceful back here— with no interruptions from our nosey friends or loud music from the DJ.
“Calissa, the owner of this ranch, is a good friend of mine. We grew up together, and went to the same schools. Though, she doesn’t get out much—especially to Texas Jacks. ”
“Why is that?”
“She’s busy with the ranch, her horses, and lately it seems like something else is up, but she won’t talk about it. I’ve been too distracted myself to really be a nosey friend and pry.” I give her a pointed look so she knows exactly which distraction I’m talking about. She blushes and turns her head, but I still catch that small smile that pulls at her full lips.
“So, you brought me all the way out here for a picnic?” She’s trying to use the same ‘distraction’ tactic I used on her, and I let her have her way.
“Anything for a pretty lady.” I open the door and hop out, before she has time to respond, then reach up and offer my services to help her down. Like that’s a hardship , I smile inwardly. I love it when she has to depend on me to get in and out of my truck. Any opportunity to get my hands on her, I fully plan to take advantage of.
I help her down and then close the door before taking her hand and walking us around the truck, towards the pond. There’s a blanket already spread out with a basket sitting on it. All around the blanket are strategically placed mason jars that hold candles in them for later when the sun goes down. I lead her over to the blanket and help her sit, then go back to the truck. In the back, I have more blankets and a bouquet of flowers for her.
I can feel her eyes on me the entire time as I make my way back to her, with one hand behind my back holding the flowers. I drop the extra blankets off to the side and sink to my knees, bringing out the bouquet. Her eyes widen in surprise, then light up with excitement when she gushes over the beautiful gift. I watch her bring them to her nose, smelling the intoxicating fragrance.
Placing the bundle on the blanket, she leans over on her knees, bringing a hand to my shoulder to balance her as she gives
“I know you’re nervous,” he quietly says, “to be alone for the first time with me. I really wish you wouldn’t be. I like you. You like me, I hope.” He chuckles, as I know he doesn’t doubt my feelings towards him. “I’m trying to make this a special date for you, and it would help me out if you could relax and pretend you like it —or me for that matter.” He wiggles his brows at me, cracking me up. “Tell me about your day,” he changes the subject, trying to make me feel better with small talk.
“Are you trying to distract me? More than you already are?” I nudge him with my shoulder.
“If I wanted to distract you,” he whispers in my ear, as he gives my shoulder a squeeze, “I would find better methods than talking.”
So I sit back, trying hard not to blush as I relax in his loose hold on me. We have a pleasant, run of the mill, conversation about our day as we drive through town and out into the country.
Eventually, I pull up to a nice-looking iron fence with the ranch’s brand on the front. I park the truck, hop out to open the gate, then get back in and drive through. I get out one more time to close it, and then take us down a long and dusty dirt road. Soon we come to a stop, and I park us as close as I can to a big, man-made pond.
“Where are we?” Charlie asks, as I watch her survey our surroundings from the window.
“We’re on a friend’s ranch out in Dixon. She let us have use of her pond here for our picnic.”
“It’s beautiful.” I can hear the awe in her voice as she looks out the window, and I fully agree with her assessment. It really is a beautiful piece of property full of green grass, different types of colorful flowers, big shady trees, and some landscaped rock areas around the clean, blue colored water. It’s the perfect setting for our picnic, as it’s peaceful back here— with no interruptions from our nosey friends or loud music from the DJ.
“Calissa, the owner of this ranch, is a good friend of mine. We grew up together, and went to the same schools. Though, she doesn’t get out much—especially to Texas Jacks. ”
“Why is that?”
“She’s busy with the ranch, her horses, and lately it seems like something else is up, but she won’t talk about it. I’ve been too distracted myself to really be a nosey friend and pry.” I give her a pointed look so she knows exactly which distraction I’m talking about. She blushes and turns her head, but I still catch that small smile that pulls at her full lips.
“So, you brought me all the way out here for a picnic?” She’s trying to use the same ‘distraction’ tactic I used on her, and I let her have her way.
“Anything for a pretty lady.” I open the door and hop out, before she has time to respond, then reach up and offer my services to help her down. Like that’s a hardship , I smile inwardly. I love it when she has to depend on me to get in and out of my truck. Any opportunity to get my hands on her, I fully plan to take advantage of.
I help her down and then close the door before taking her hand and walking us around the truck, towards the pond. There’s a blanket already spread out with a basket sitting on it. All around the blanket are strategically placed mason jars that hold candles in them for later when the sun goes down. I lead her over to the blanket and help her sit, then go back to the truck. In the back, I have more blankets and a bouquet of flowers for her.
I can feel her eyes on me the entire time as I make my way back to her, with one hand behind my back holding the flowers. I drop the extra blankets off to the side and sink to my knees, bringing out the bouquet. Her eyes widen in surprise, then light up with excitement when she gushes over the beautiful gift. I watch her bring them to her nose, smelling the intoxicating fragrance.
Placing the bundle on the blanket, she leans over on her knees, bringing a hand to my shoulder to balance her as she gives
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