AllFreeNovel
Share Us
“Are you going to come back?” Alphé asked, walking her to her car.
“I don’t think so. I have a lot of work to do tonight and an early flight. Have fun with the kids.”
“I’ll miss you,” he said. Alphé was not a demonstrative guy, and she knew that comment took effort.
“Aw, that’s so nice. Well, I’ll stay in touch,” she said, kissing him goodbye.
Monday morning, she threw her bag and briefcase into the passenger seat and started off for the airport in Saint John’s Parish. With time to spare, she stopped and got gas and a cup of coffee at a convenience store on the outskirts of town. Just as she was pulling out of the parking lot, she saw flashers in her rearview mirror.
“What the hell?”
Faced with a cop, right away, her heart pounded. Getting her registration out of the glove compartment, then her driver’s license from her purse, she glanced in her side-view mirror and saw gorgeous Dave Chastain coming toward her car in a fast stride, a big smile in place. Shaking her head, she laughed out loud.
“I’m sorry! I just wanted to say hi,” he called out as he approached her car.
“You could have just called me,” she said, giggling, looking up at his handsome face as he peered in the window.
“I don’t have your number.”
“And you probably shouldn’t, becauseyou know whomight not like it. I don’t want to be that woman.”
“I’m not sure I care,” he said, glancing inside, his eyes traveling the length of her legs.
“This life isn’t a dress rehearsal,” Katrina said gently. “Is it what you want?”
He leaned in, his arm on the roof of her car. “No,” he said, his voice soft, staring into her eyes. “I know what I want.”
“Dave.” Her heart banged away in her chest. She had the desire to grab his shirt and pull him through the window to kiss.
He stood up straight. “Right.”
They said nothing for a moment.
“Will I see you around?” he asked, the sadness in his voice going straight to her heart.
“Maybe,” she answered, trying to lighten up the mood. “I guess I’d better get to the airport.”
“When will you be back?” he asked, persistent, not wanting to let her go.
“Thursday night,” she said.
“What then?”
“Do you want my itinerary?” she asked, teasing.
“I guess I do,” he said, finally smiling again.
“Hopefully Luke will have made a dent on my cottage. I’ll probably be at Bayou Cottage, too. That’s sort of been the routine of late. Saturday and Sunday at the cottage.”
“I’ll be there to help with the barn,” he said, excitement in his voice coming through loud and clear. “I’ll see you there.”
“Maybe,” she said again, laughing.
“Go. I’ll wait here.”
“Why?”
“Because I want to see you drive away. I can’t turn my back as long as you’re still sitting here.”
