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“I’m impressed. You picked this breathtaking locationandbrought lunch?”
“I don’t mess around. A girl like you doesn’t walk into town and not get my full effort.”
“This sandwich is delicious,” she says as she wipes her lips clean, leans over, and gives me several quick kisses. I’ll take what I can get because I am certain I will never get enough of this sexy siren.
“I’m glad you like it. Greg is the chicken sandwich master of Newfound. The store is lucky to have him.”
“Has he worked for your family for a long time?”
“Yes, he’s a lifer. Our employees become family, and he’s one of them.”
“I love that.”
“Most of our staff have been with us forever. There are a few newbies, but usually people stick around.”
“Employees stick around when they are happy and treated well. Loving where you work makes an enormous difference.”
We towel off and head back to the truck. The sun is farther west, so the air has cooled and it’s a bit more comfortable. Opening the windows on the ride home allows the air to whip through the cab and dry the remaining moisture off our bodies and suits.
As we travel the winding road back around Newfound Lake, I glance at Solia gazing out her window, shoulders relaxed with her hands in her lap. I can tell by looking at her silhouette she is smiling at the scene unfolding around us. Seeing the scenery through her eyes reminds me just how beautiful it is around here.
Can I leave this place behind?
“I wish there weren’t so many lawn signs. They’re scattered everywhere along the road and in everyone’s front yards. They look terrible. Don’t you think so?” Solia asks, breaking the comfortable silence.
“You mean the political signs?”
“Yeah.”
“I agree. It certainly does litter the area, but thankfully, it’s only because it’s an election year. As soon as that’s over, they’ll be removed.” I’ve avoided looking at the water for almost a year now.
We continue around the lake and the signs persist: Bob for School Committee, Smith for Town Council, Susan for Town Administrator, Meriden Youth Soccer, sponsored by Green Breeze Enterprises …
Wait, what the hell is Green Breeze Enterprises?
* * *
Iput the truck in park and take her hand as I walk her to the front door. We stand a foot apart. I could kiss her goodbye and walk away, but I don’t want the date to end. Her presence is intoxicating. I look into her sultry, deep, blue eyes and wrap my arms around her. “Solia, I don’t want this day to end. Can I take you to dinner?”
With each second that ticks by, my muscles tense and I search her face for a sign.
“I’d love that,” she says, squeezing me tighter.
I slide my hand under her chin to lift her face toward mine. I lower my lips so they graze hers. “How’s seven o’clock?”
A soft “mmm” vibrates on my lips when she pushes onto mine. I have to back away before it’s too late. It’s taking everything in my power not to scoop her into my arms and sprawl her out on this front porch. I want to slide off those baby blue bikini bottoms and explore her. I want to hear her moan, scream my name breathlessly into the wild, and make her shake until I exhaust her.
Why am I picturing this right now?
I back away from her because my hands desperately want to roam. She looks at me seductively and smiles.
Does she realize what she’s doing to me? Does she have the same level of attraction? This is just crazy.
“Should I wear sneakers for this too?”
“What?”
“To dinner? Do I need sneakers for this adventure too?”
