time before sinking her teeth
into the treat. Chewing slowly, she moaned. “Oh, goodness, they are so good,”
she mumbled around the mouthful.
“Agave, right?”
“Absolutely not, pure raw honey.” Greta popped the
other half into her mouth and smiled around it, her dark eyes shining bright
with joy.
Rena was floored. All her life, her mother and
physicians had said she had a honey allergy. Her mother had cautioned her with
a horrible story about when Rena had eaten honey when she was too young to
remember, saying she’d almost died. Broken out in hives and fever. Now to find
out, that not only did she not have an allergy to the sappy sweetness, but she
craved it. Did my mother lie to me? For what purpose would she have told
such a tale?
“Maybe you grew out of it.” Greta declared, now having
completely consumed the muffin.
“You’re probably right.” Absently, Rena nodded, still
trying to make heads or tails of it all.
“Well, I’m off to town.” Headed to the steps, Greta
stopped and faced her again. “You want to come. Get out the house?”
“Um. I was considering it, but I don’t kno—”
“Hey, Greta!”
Just the sound of the deep masculine voice and its
husky rumble caused heat to spread out from her core into the rest of her body. How could someone’s voice make me feel so needy?
Turning to the side, Greta’s ready smile appeared on
her face, almost too wide for Rena.
“Hello to you, Cord. I see you’re working hard over
here. You’re going to miss the festival events if you keep this up.”
“I’ll catch some things sooner or later.” He responded.
Rena leaned against the doorjamb and kept her gaze
fixed toward the trees in front of her grandmother’s house, denying herself a
glance at Cord. He was already haunting her mind when she was asleep and awake.
She was too afraid what would come next if she gave herself leave.
“Well, there’s going to be a dance tomorrow night, this
year. You’ll get a chance to show all the females in town your moves.” Greta
called out laughing.
A sound filled the air, like an animal’s growl.
Greta looked at her and laughed. “Down girl, Cord and I
are only friends. If you want to claim him, you’ll get no blocking from me.”
Shocked, Rena slapped her palm over her mouth. She
couldn’t believe that sound had come from her lips. She didn’t know what had
come over her. Lowering her hand, she said, “Oh, goodness… what? No, it’s
nothing like that for him. I mean me… us.”
“Which ever. You want to come with me?”
Rena looked at the sexy, beast of a man leaning on his
hoe casually. However, the intense look he was giving her was anything but
casual.
Mine .
Blocking out the “Sybil-ish” voice inside her, Rena
quickly agreed. “I’m going with you. One second.”
“I’ll be in my truck.” Greta moved down the steps.
Rena rushed back into the house and went to her room to
get a light jacket. Then went to the kitchen and in there she entered the panty
and grabbed the container marked for Cord. Going out of the house, she headed
to the silver truck parked behind Cord’s black one.
Passing his truck, Rena set the muffins on the hood of
it then continued past to the passenger side door of Greta’s truck.
She was grateful that Greta did not ask about the tin
now resting on Cord’s vehicle. When Greta backed out, Rena allowed herself a
quick glance at Cord. Her breath became seized in her chest when she saw that
he had not moved, but he was staring pointedly at her. Lifting his hand, he
gave her a knowing wave. She looked down at her hands, but didn’t mistake the
lowed rumble of the male laughter.
That man is going to stop laughing at me.
~YH~
“This is amazing. Everything looks like so much fun.
It’s like a county fair.” Rena walked beside Greta to the festival ground area.
It was a large clearing with a playground and park at one end, the other was
set up with tents, booths, field games and so much more:
into the treat. Chewing slowly, she moaned. “Oh, goodness, they are so good,”
she mumbled around the mouthful.
“Agave, right?”
“Absolutely not, pure raw honey.” Greta popped the
other half into her mouth and smiled around it, her dark eyes shining bright
with joy.
Rena was floored. All her life, her mother and
physicians had said she had a honey allergy. Her mother had cautioned her with
a horrible story about when Rena had eaten honey when she was too young to
remember, saying she’d almost died. Broken out in hives and fever. Now to find
out, that not only did she not have an allergy to the sappy sweetness, but she
craved it. Did my mother lie to me? For what purpose would she have told
such a tale?
“Maybe you grew out of it.” Greta declared, now having
completely consumed the muffin.
“You’re probably right.” Absently, Rena nodded, still
trying to make heads or tails of it all.
“Well, I’m off to town.” Headed to the steps, Greta
stopped and faced her again. “You want to come. Get out the house?”
“Um. I was considering it, but I don’t kno—”
“Hey, Greta!”
Just the sound of the deep masculine voice and its
husky rumble caused heat to spread out from her core into the rest of her body. How could someone’s voice make me feel so needy?
Turning to the side, Greta’s ready smile appeared on
her face, almost too wide for Rena.
“Hello to you, Cord. I see you’re working hard over
here. You’re going to miss the festival events if you keep this up.”
“I’ll catch some things sooner or later.” He responded.
Rena leaned against the doorjamb and kept her gaze
fixed toward the trees in front of her grandmother’s house, denying herself a
glance at Cord. He was already haunting her mind when she was asleep and awake.
She was too afraid what would come next if she gave herself leave.
“Well, there’s going to be a dance tomorrow night, this
year. You’ll get a chance to show all the females in town your moves.” Greta
called out laughing.
A sound filled the air, like an animal’s growl.
Greta looked at her and laughed. “Down girl, Cord and I
are only friends. If you want to claim him, you’ll get no blocking from me.”
Shocked, Rena slapped her palm over her mouth. She
couldn’t believe that sound had come from her lips. She didn’t know what had
come over her. Lowering her hand, she said, “Oh, goodness… what? No, it’s
nothing like that for him. I mean me… us.”
“Which ever. You want to come with me?”
Rena looked at the sexy, beast of a man leaning on his
hoe casually. However, the intense look he was giving her was anything but
casual.
Mine .
Blocking out the “Sybil-ish” voice inside her, Rena
quickly agreed. “I’m going with you. One second.”
“I’ll be in my truck.” Greta moved down the steps.
Rena rushed back into the house and went to her room to
get a light jacket. Then went to the kitchen and in there she entered the panty
and grabbed the container marked for Cord. Going out of the house, she headed
to the silver truck parked behind Cord’s black one.
Passing his truck, Rena set the muffins on the hood of
it then continued past to the passenger side door of Greta’s truck.
She was grateful that Greta did not ask about the tin
now resting on Cord’s vehicle. When Greta backed out, Rena allowed herself a
quick glance at Cord. Her breath became seized in her chest when she saw that
he had not moved, but he was staring pointedly at her. Lifting his hand, he
gave her a knowing wave. She looked down at her hands, but didn’t mistake the
lowed rumble of the male laughter.
That man is going to stop laughing at me.
~YH~
“This is amazing. Everything looks like so much fun.
It’s like a county fair.” Rena walked beside Greta to the festival ground area.
It was a large clearing with a playground and park at one end, the other was
set up with tents, booths, field games and so much more:
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