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Chapter Ten
Wesley
Ireally wanted an answer to it, too. She glanced back at me, our lips coming so close that I was tempted to taste them. She stopped and turned, and we were only a couple inches apart.
“Why?”
Why what? Why did I want to kiss her? That was the first thing that came to my mind, but then I realized she was asking about the dinner invitation. “Because I’d like to have dinner with you.”
“I’m not sure that’s a good idea, I have my hands full with Marisol and work, and now I’ll be starting a new job. I’m not sure I will have time.”
I tried not to show my disappointment. “Okay, then how about lunch, or just coffee sometime.”
She pondered that, her lips pursing for a moment, “I work at the deli on Sixth and Henry. I’ll be working there for another two weeks from nine until three. Come by for lunch sometime, and we can talk a little then.”
“But you’ll be working,” I replied. “I’d like to be able to sit and talk to you for a little while without you having to rush off to help someone else.”
She started to smile, “But that is all the time I have right now. Maybe once I’m working at the hospital, we can have coffee.”
“Okay, fine, but I’m not giving up on dinner,” I told her.
Her smile got a little wider, and the temptation to kiss her again filled me. “All right, but you might be waiting a while.”
“I have a lot of patience.” I winked at her and then started walking back to the porch, my hand on her lower back as she joined me. I dropped it as we reached the group and Marisol came walking slowly with a big piece of cake on a paper plate. She was so focused on the task that I was tempted to help her, but I knew that she needed to do this for herself.
I took a seat, and she brought it to the table and set it down, a proud look on her face, “Here, I got you the biggest piece.”
“Well, thank you, Marisol.”
“You’re welcome.” She grinned at me, and I swear I feel in love with that little girl right at that moment. “Can I have a bite?” She asked.
“Marisol, go get your own piece of cake,” Charlotte said quickly.
“No, that’s okay. I have enough to share.” I actually did. This piece was huge. I cut off a chunk and held the fork out to her. She closed her little mouth over it and grinned at me. Frosting coated her lips, and she giggled as she chewed it.
Charlotte was shaking her head, but she was also smiling. I took a bite and made yummy noises while I ate it. Marisol hung on my chair, waiting for another bite, and that’s how that big piece of cake was eaten, one bite for me, one for her.
When she was done, I handed her a clean napkin, “I think you have some extra icing on your face.”
She wiped at it and smeared a bunch onto her cheek. Charlotte laughed, “Come here you. You just rubbed it all over your face.”
“No, I want him to do it.” She snapped at her mother. Her mother’s brows rose slightly.
“Hey, watch it, Marisol. No reason to be angry with me. You just ate half of his cake; I think he has done enough for you.”
“But I want him to do it.”
Charlotte studied her daughter for a moment, “I think someone is getting tired.”
“No!” She snapped again at her. “I’m not tired.”
Charlotte sighed, and I picked up a new napkin and wiped at Marisol’s face. “I think your mom is right, I think you are getting a bit worn out.”
“No, I’m not.” She pouted toward me. “I want to swing more.”
“Okay, well, how about this. You sit down for a few minutes and then once your cake settles, we can swing more.”
She pondered that for a few seconds and then surprised both Charlotte and me when she climbed into my lap. I stared at Charlotte for a moment, was she going to have a problem with this?
