a good man, Ethan Cox.”
“Don’t forget it,” he said and left.
Brigit breathed a sigh of relief. Keith had indeed offered to fulfill the terms of the contract. She wondered if he’d feel the same way if he knew the contract was bogus and she got taken by the lawyer who drafted it.
She wondered about hauling the guy into small claims court to recoup her $200.00, but she was more inclined to leave it as a lesson learned. Besides, when she tried to report him to the Better Business Bureau, they’d never heard of him. Damn, I have to bite the bullet and get a computer, so I can access the internet.
Brigit glanced up and saw Ethan waiting at the door.
“Are you ready to go?” he asked.
Oh, that’s right. He was going to walk me to my car. She met him at the door, which he opened for her.
“You looked pensive back there. Is everything all right?”
She chuckled. “Yeah. Is it possible to have pregnancy brain before you even get pregnant?”
He laughed. “I don’t think so. Is that a thing? Pregnancy brain?”
She sighed. “My sister used that excuse a few times.”
“What does it mean?”
“She’d forget to call after saying she would. I got a package in the mail that was meant for my brother and he got mine. Stupid little things like that.”
He smirked. “Is that what I have to look forward to?”
She stopped and faced him. “You don’t have to go through any of that with me. Consider it another advantage of not getting involved.”
He looked at the night sky and blew out a long breath. The chilly evening created a stream of fog, and she hoped his frustrations were on that cloud, leaving his body. Eventually he started walking again.
“Where’s your car?”
“In the underground garage. I’ll be fine from here if you want to take off.”
He didn’t answer. He just kept walking toward the garage entrance, hands in his pockets, eyes on the ground ahead of him.
When they reached her car, she said. “I’m here,” and dug around in her purse for her keys.
He waited beside the dented door of her white minivan. After a few frantic moments, she located her keys and pulled them out. “Whew!”
“Do you always have a hard time finding your keys, or was that pre-pregnancy brain?”
She chuckled. “This purse pretty much swallows everything I put in it.”
He frowned. “And while you’re waiting for it to regurgitate your keys, you could be attacked.”
She reared back and stared at him. “This is Portsmouth, New Hampshire, not Boston. It’s unlikely, but I suppose it could happen. If it makes you feel any better, I took self-defense training.” From and old boyfriend who probably wanted to manhandle me.
“Brigit. I’m just looking out for you. I’d do the same for anyone.”
She smiled. “I know. I’ll get one of those key chains I can clip to a flashlight and keep it in the cell phone pocket. How’s that?”
“Better, but where will you put your cell phone?”
She shrugged. “I’ll figure that out later.”
“Fine.” He sighed. “What are you doing tomorrow night?”
“Why? Are you going to take me purse shopping?”
He chuckled. “You wish. Actually, I’m ready to make your other wish come true. The moon will still be full, it’s a Friday—Freya’s day, and the best day for fertility. I have something special planned, unless you can’t make it...”
“Hell, no. If I had plans, I’d cancel them.” She gazed at his soft, blue eyes and felt hers tearing up. “Thank you,” she whispered.
Neither of them spoke for a few seconds. At last, Ethan swooped in and kissed her. To her surprise it wasn’t a peck, and it wasn’t a knee buckler, either. It was a proper ‘goodnight’ kiss. His hand cupped the back of her head and his lips were closed but he used enough pressure to communicate unmistakable intent. When he broke the kiss and took a step back, she missed his warmth. Time to go.
“I’ll call you,” he said.
When she was seated and before she
“Don’t forget it,” he said and left.
Brigit breathed a sigh of relief. Keith had indeed offered to fulfill the terms of the contract. She wondered if he’d feel the same way if he knew the contract was bogus and she got taken by the lawyer who drafted it.
She wondered about hauling the guy into small claims court to recoup her $200.00, but she was more inclined to leave it as a lesson learned. Besides, when she tried to report him to the Better Business Bureau, they’d never heard of him. Damn, I have to bite the bullet and get a computer, so I can access the internet.
Brigit glanced up and saw Ethan waiting at the door.
“Are you ready to go?” he asked.
Oh, that’s right. He was going to walk me to my car. She met him at the door, which he opened for her.
“You looked pensive back there. Is everything all right?”
She chuckled. “Yeah. Is it possible to have pregnancy brain before you even get pregnant?”
He laughed. “I don’t think so. Is that a thing? Pregnancy brain?”
She sighed. “My sister used that excuse a few times.”
“What does it mean?”
“She’d forget to call after saying she would. I got a package in the mail that was meant for my brother and he got mine. Stupid little things like that.”
He smirked. “Is that what I have to look forward to?”
She stopped and faced him. “You don’t have to go through any of that with me. Consider it another advantage of not getting involved.”
He looked at the night sky and blew out a long breath. The chilly evening created a stream of fog, and she hoped his frustrations were on that cloud, leaving his body. Eventually he started walking again.
“Where’s your car?”
“In the underground garage. I’ll be fine from here if you want to take off.”
He didn’t answer. He just kept walking toward the garage entrance, hands in his pockets, eyes on the ground ahead of him.
When they reached her car, she said. “I’m here,” and dug around in her purse for her keys.
He waited beside the dented door of her white minivan. After a few frantic moments, she located her keys and pulled them out. “Whew!”
“Do you always have a hard time finding your keys, or was that pre-pregnancy brain?”
She chuckled. “This purse pretty much swallows everything I put in it.”
He frowned. “And while you’re waiting for it to regurgitate your keys, you could be attacked.”
She reared back and stared at him. “This is Portsmouth, New Hampshire, not Boston. It’s unlikely, but I suppose it could happen. If it makes you feel any better, I took self-defense training.” From and old boyfriend who probably wanted to manhandle me.
“Brigit. I’m just looking out for you. I’d do the same for anyone.”
She smiled. “I know. I’ll get one of those key chains I can clip to a flashlight and keep it in the cell phone pocket. How’s that?”
“Better, but where will you put your cell phone?”
She shrugged. “I’ll figure that out later.”
“Fine.” He sighed. “What are you doing tomorrow night?”
“Why? Are you going to take me purse shopping?”
He chuckled. “You wish. Actually, I’m ready to make your other wish come true. The moon will still be full, it’s a Friday—Freya’s day, and the best day for fertility. I have something special planned, unless you can’t make it...”
“Hell, no. If I had plans, I’d cancel them.” She gazed at his soft, blue eyes and felt hers tearing up. “Thank you,” she whispered.
Neither of them spoke for a few seconds. At last, Ethan swooped in and kissed her. To her surprise it wasn’t a peck, and it wasn’t a knee buckler, either. It was a proper ‘goodnight’ kiss. His hand cupped the back of her head and his lips were closed but he used enough pressure to communicate unmistakable intent. When he broke the kiss and took a step back, she missed his warmth. Time to go.
“I’ll call you,” he said.
When she was seated and before she
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