Page 43 of Memories Of You


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He reached for her hand. “I’m here with you, Ember. And I have no interest in that woman or any other.”

She picked up her beer and took a drink.

“She did make some observations about my vibe, though, which were encouraging.”

“How so?”

“She didn’t say she was getting a married vibe from me.”

“What vibes did she get from you?”

He took a moment to remember what the woman had said. “Good ol’ boy, down-home, boy scout, one woman man. I think that was it.”

Ember nodded. “I believe that’s pretty accurate.”

“It’s probably the hat.”

She shook her head. “It’s not the hat, John.”

He picked up his burger and took a bite, then nodded while he chewed. “Great burger.”

“After we eat, we’ll go find the petting zoo.”

“Can’t wait.”

Ember was quiet while she ate for a few minutes, then she glanced at John and asked, “Was she pretty?”

“Who?”

“The woman in the beer tent?”

“Ember. Why do you care?”

“I’m just curious.”

He raised an eyebrow. “I think you’re a bit jealous.”

She shook her head. “Don’t be ridiculous.”

He pointed at her. “You don’t like the fact some random woman found your little stray puppy mildly attractive.”

“That’s so not true.”

He took a sip of beer. “Okay. Whatever.”

She looked at him for a moment. “So, was she?”

John laughed. “Honestly, I didn’t notice. Because no woman can hold a candle to the glowing Ember sitting across from me.”

She blushed. “Wow. You’re quite poetic, John.”

He shrugged. “It’s the cowboy in me.”

“Maybe. Along with being a good ol’ boy, down-home, boy scout, one woman man.”

Chapter twelve

"You can't name a fish, Bob."

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