mind him leaving,
because I didn’t. I just knew he was
trying to read my body language for any clues to see if I was telling him the
truth.
“Are you sure you don’t mind?” He
asked as he grabbed another cookie.
“Of course not. I wouldn’t be
much company anyway. I’m half way
through my book and I hope to finish it tonight. It’s just getting to the good part.” I said, smiling.
“Okay, I’ll go call her. Thanks
mom.” He pulled out his cell and headed
down the hallway.
Lying in a hot bath later that evening, I had my kindle in one hand and
a glass of wine in the other. This has
always been my favorite pastime, even when Graysen was alive. The book was getting interesting when I heard
my cell chirp. I tried to ignore it, but
with Austin out on a date, I couldn’t. What if it was him and something had happened? Getting out, I dried off and found my
nightgown, not caring that it was only 8:30 pm. Grabbing my phone, I swiped the screen as I made my way to the kitchen
to refill my wine.
I’m Colin, who were you shopping
with today? Him again? I thought about ignoring the text but I’ll
admit, I felt a tingle of excitement seeing it.
I was out with my friend Megan. I hit the send button, smiling to
myself. I now have a name to go with the
number, and it was Colin.
Awe, I see. Your husband at work? I
felt a pang in my chest. I wish he were. Not sure if I wanted to continue this
conversation, I made my way to the couch and had another drink of wine. You
still there?
Sorry, no husband. I
reluctantly replied.
Boyfriend? Boyfriend!
HA! If he only knew. Okay, I may feel excited by his text, but
he’s certainly being bold for someone I’ve never met before.
Why are you asking me all these
questions? I don’t know you and you
obviously don’t know me. What do you
want? If he wants to be bold, then I can be bold. I’ve never been known as a pushover, that’s
for sure.
Just to talk. I told you who I am. I
snorted at that. How many Colin’s are in
the world?
Just your first name. Like that means anything to me.
Right, like you don’t know who I am. What?! What an asshole! This was fun in the beginning, but I don’t
have to take shit from an unknown jerk!
Sure, I know you. You’re the cocky jackass that text random
women.
Whatever sweetheart. Seriously? The nerve of that jerk! I could almost laugh at the thought of
getting into an argument with someone I don’t know, someone I’ve never met
before. This is stupid!
Bye asshole. I
hit send and threw my phone down on the couch.
The
nerve of that man! I couldn’t help
pacing back and forth. Who does he think
he is? Texting me, and then acting as if I knew him. Ass! My relaxing night was over! I drunk
the rest of my wine, and then decided to have a rum and coke. I alternated from being mad, and then
laughing at the foolishness of the situation for about fifteen minutes before I
heard my phone ring. Grabbing it and
smashing the talk button, “Hello?” I
said in an irritated voice.
“Sorry.” The male voice coming
through the phone sent deep tendrils of anxiety with a hefty dose of lust
through my body. His deep baritone just
oozed sex appeal, and he had only muttered one word. Trying to calm my racing heart and slow my
breathing, I finally cleared my head.
“Excuse me?” I said, my
irritation returning after the shock of hearing his voice.
“I’m sorry. That was very rude of
me to assume you knew who I was.” Damn straight,
it was rude! I realized with a start
that I had cussed more today than I had the last year of my life. However, with his apology I felt my anger
draining out
because I didn’t. I just knew he was
trying to read my body language for any clues to see if I was telling him the
truth.
“Are you sure you don’t mind?” He
asked as he grabbed another cookie.
“Of course not. I wouldn’t be
much company anyway. I’m half way
through my book and I hope to finish it tonight. It’s just getting to the good part.” I said, smiling.
“Okay, I’ll go call her. Thanks
mom.” He pulled out his cell and headed
down the hallway.
Lying in a hot bath later that evening, I had my kindle in one hand and
a glass of wine in the other. This has
always been my favorite pastime, even when Graysen was alive. The book was getting interesting when I heard
my cell chirp. I tried to ignore it, but
with Austin out on a date, I couldn’t. What if it was him and something had happened? Getting out, I dried off and found my
nightgown, not caring that it was only 8:30 pm. Grabbing my phone, I swiped the screen as I made my way to the kitchen
to refill my wine.
I’m Colin, who were you shopping
with today? Him again? I thought about ignoring the text but I’ll
admit, I felt a tingle of excitement seeing it.
I was out with my friend Megan. I hit the send button, smiling to
myself. I now have a name to go with the
number, and it was Colin.
Awe, I see. Your husband at work? I
felt a pang in my chest. I wish he were. Not sure if I wanted to continue this
conversation, I made my way to the couch and had another drink of wine. You
still there?
Sorry, no husband. I
reluctantly replied.
Boyfriend? Boyfriend!
HA! If he only knew. Okay, I may feel excited by his text, but
he’s certainly being bold for someone I’ve never met before.
Why are you asking me all these
questions? I don’t know you and you
obviously don’t know me. What do you
want? If he wants to be bold, then I can be bold. I’ve never been known as a pushover, that’s
for sure.
Just to talk. I told you who I am. I
snorted at that. How many Colin’s are in
the world?
Just your first name. Like that means anything to me.
Right, like you don’t know who I am. What?! What an asshole! This was fun in the beginning, but I don’t
have to take shit from an unknown jerk!
Sure, I know you. You’re the cocky jackass that text random
women.
Whatever sweetheart. Seriously? The nerve of that jerk! I could almost laugh at the thought of
getting into an argument with someone I don’t know, someone I’ve never met
before. This is stupid!
Bye asshole. I
hit send and threw my phone down on the couch.
The
nerve of that man! I couldn’t help
pacing back and forth. Who does he think
he is? Texting me, and then acting as if I knew him. Ass! My relaxing night was over! I drunk
the rest of my wine, and then decided to have a rum and coke. I alternated from being mad, and then
laughing at the foolishness of the situation for about fifteen minutes before I
heard my phone ring. Grabbing it and
smashing the talk button, “Hello?” I
said in an irritated voice.
“Sorry.” The male voice coming
through the phone sent deep tendrils of anxiety with a hefty dose of lust
through my body. His deep baritone just
oozed sex appeal, and he had only muttered one word. Trying to calm my racing heart and slow my
breathing, I finally cleared my head.
“Excuse me?” I said, my
irritation returning after the shock of hearing his voice.
“I’m sorry. That was very rude of
me to assume you knew who I was.” Damn straight,
it was rude! I realized with a start
that I had cussed more today than I had the last year of my life. However, with his apology I felt my anger
draining out
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