AllFreeNovel
Share Us
“Okay, then, sis,” Parker murmurs. He gives my hand a squeeze and drops his voice to a whisper, “But you call me if you need anything. I’ll make surethis onenever darkens your door, if that’s what you want.”
“Sure you will.” I let out a mock chuckle. Parker threatening violence might have been hilarious if it wasn’t so sad. He’s the most passive, sweetest guy I know. “I’ll be fine. Go on.” I shoo him away.
As my brother leaves, he shoots Neal a warning look, letting him know once more that if he makes so much as a tear drip down my cheek, there will be hell to pay. Once the front door shuts, Neal locks the door and walks towards me, holding out a white paper bag of something that smells delicious.
“What’s this?” I ask in bewilderment, accepting the bag.
“Take a look,” Neal responds with a mischievous grin.
I peek inside, startled to find boxes full of burgers and onion rings and fries. My mouth waters immediately.
Again, I look to Neal, trying to make sense of his strange and sudden gift. “Why bring me food?”
“You must like burgers. Everyone likes junk from time to time.” Neal winks. “I thought you and I could have a lunch date. Not trying to impress this time, just wanted to feed you, woman.”
“Okay. No harm in that. I am a little hungry.” With a shaky sigh, I set the bag on my florist counter and begin to pull the contents carefully from inside. Neal joins me, his body so close that I could lean against him if I felt so inclined. I almost do, wishing I could lay my head on his wide shoulder for just a moment, but I restrain myself. “So, is this adatedate or a business date?” I ask, watching his expression.
A mysterious glint flashes in his eyes.
“Just a date.” He smiles.
“Oh.” I draw two stools from beneath the end of the counter, sit, and pick up my burger. Whatever it is we’re doing, I need a full stomach first. “Boy, this smells good,” I say, taking a big bite of the delicious offering in my hands.
“Mmm, yeah,” Neal says, taking a hefty bite of his. “How d’you feel about boats, by the way?”
I catch his eye, intrigued by the change of subject.
”Boats?” He nods. “Fine, I guess. How big a boat, exactly?”
“Oh, just a small one.”
“C’mon, Neal, you don’t do anything small.”
He chuckles. “I do. Sometimes less is more.”
