know this great barbeque place in Lexington I thought we could hit up." Marshall grabbed his shirt off of the floor and slipped it on.
"No, I don't think so."
"What? Why not?" Marshall eyed his pants that Ruffles had curled up on.
"This was a mistake. It won't happen again. It was just a one-night stand."
He stopped his attempt to get Ruffles to move and gave her a look that could only be described as cocky.
"Fine, twice. Whatever, but it won't happen again. I'm having enough trouble being taken seriously in this town. The old guard sees me as some silly model and I’m constantly struggling against the rumors Truett and his gang are spreading. Now they'll just say I'm another conquest of the Davies brothers. Just another fallen bimbo." She felt her eyes start to tear up so she busied herself with pulling the white sheets and quilt up to finish making her bed.
"Katelyn, look, I know I was an ass to you when you first got to town. I was guilty of just the thing you were talking about. I thought you were just a blonde bimbo living off her father's money. I judged you based on who your father is and that was wrong of me. But, I’ve gotten to know you and you’re not that cold person I thought you were."
"Gee, thanks. I think I'll stick with my decision not to do dinner." Katelyn hoped she sent him the coldest glare she had.
"That sounded bad, I'm sorry. I'm trying to say that by just spending a little time with you I’ve found that you're a smart, caring, passionate woman whom I'd like to get to know better. So, please, have dinner with me."
She thought about it for a second and even softened when she watched him trying to pull his pants out from under Ruffles. But she just couldn't be another notch on his belt.
"Thank you, but the answer is still no. You're just such a..," she waved her hand in front of her trying to think of right word, "man. You're such a man. I think you'd say anything to get into bed with a woman. So I don't hurt your delicate feelings, the sex was great, but I don't think we have anything else in common. Dinner would be a waste of time and all it would do is keep me front and center in the town gossip and hurt my business. Now, I need to get to the clinic. Come on Ruffles, let's go." Ruffles leapt up, surrendering the pants, and followed her as she made her escape.
Marshall pulled his pants on and glanced at the closed bedroom door. What just happened? They had shared another amazing night together and then she freaked out. Okay, so maybe he had a playboy reputation, but that shouldn't bother her. After all, he was more serious about her than any of those other girls.
And it wasn't like she had to worry about running into all his ex-girlfriends. He had done most of his dating in Lexington. He had to admit, he was at a loss. He had tried to do the right thing and ask her out properly to show her that this was more than a one, well, two-night stand.
He tucked his shirt in and strapped on his utility belt. Annie was going to give him so much shit for this when he got to work today. One thing Katelyn was right about - everyone would be talking about this. It was seven thirty and he was sure the whole town already knew his cruiser had sat outside the Wyatt house all night long. His fiery sister-in-law would be nothing compared to Paige though. Paige loved Katelyn and would descend on him almost as fast as John Wolfe, the notorious town gossip, could spread the word of where he spent the night.
He opened the door and looked down the hall. It was filled with portraits of old family members from Beauford and Ruth's families. Needlepoints and other special heirlooms were framed in shadow boxes near the family member responsible for them. He thought about going down the back stairs again, but thought that would be the cowardly thing to do. And one thing he wasn't was a coward. Even though he was sure Beauford was at the bottom of the stairs with his shotgun, he was going to go out the front door
"No, I don't think so."
"What? Why not?" Marshall eyed his pants that Ruffles had curled up on.
"This was a mistake. It won't happen again. It was just a one-night stand."
He stopped his attempt to get Ruffles to move and gave her a look that could only be described as cocky.
"Fine, twice. Whatever, but it won't happen again. I'm having enough trouble being taken seriously in this town. The old guard sees me as some silly model and I’m constantly struggling against the rumors Truett and his gang are spreading. Now they'll just say I'm another conquest of the Davies brothers. Just another fallen bimbo." She felt her eyes start to tear up so she busied herself with pulling the white sheets and quilt up to finish making her bed.
"Katelyn, look, I know I was an ass to you when you first got to town. I was guilty of just the thing you were talking about. I thought you were just a blonde bimbo living off her father's money. I judged you based on who your father is and that was wrong of me. But, I’ve gotten to know you and you’re not that cold person I thought you were."
"Gee, thanks. I think I'll stick with my decision not to do dinner." Katelyn hoped she sent him the coldest glare she had.
"That sounded bad, I'm sorry. I'm trying to say that by just spending a little time with you I’ve found that you're a smart, caring, passionate woman whom I'd like to get to know better. So, please, have dinner with me."
She thought about it for a second and even softened when she watched him trying to pull his pants out from under Ruffles. But she just couldn't be another notch on his belt.
"Thank you, but the answer is still no. You're just such a..," she waved her hand in front of her trying to think of right word, "man. You're such a man. I think you'd say anything to get into bed with a woman. So I don't hurt your delicate feelings, the sex was great, but I don't think we have anything else in common. Dinner would be a waste of time and all it would do is keep me front and center in the town gossip and hurt my business. Now, I need to get to the clinic. Come on Ruffles, let's go." Ruffles leapt up, surrendering the pants, and followed her as she made her escape.
Marshall pulled his pants on and glanced at the closed bedroom door. What just happened? They had shared another amazing night together and then she freaked out. Okay, so maybe he had a playboy reputation, but that shouldn't bother her. After all, he was more serious about her than any of those other girls.
And it wasn't like she had to worry about running into all his ex-girlfriends. He had done most of his dating in Lexington. He had to admit, he was at a loss. He had tried to do the right thing and ask her out properly to show her that this was more than a one, well, two-night stand.
He tucked his shirt in and strapped on his utility belt. Annie was going to give him so much shit for this when he got to work today. One thing Katelyn was right about - everyone would be talking about this. It was seven thirty and he was sure the whole town already knew his cruiser had sat outside the Wyatt house all night long. His fiery sister-in-law would be nothing compared to Paige though. Paige loved Katelyn and would descend on him almost as fast as John Wolfe, the notorious town gossip, could spread the word of where he spent the night.
He opened the door and looked down the hall. It was filled with portraits of old family members from Beauford and Ruth's families. Needlepoints and other special heirlooms were framed in shadow boxes near the family member responsible for them. He thought about going down the back stairs again, but thought that would be the cowardly thing to do. And one thing he wasn't was a coward. Even though he was sure Beauford was at the bottom of the stairs with his shotgun, he was going to go out the front door
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