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“Of course. What kind of man do you think your boyfriend is? I’m a gentleman.” He pulls me close to him, palming my ass and kisses me. “At least until later.”
He smells so good and looks even better. I’m used to seeing him in dirty work clothes. The dark jeans and blue button up shirt really work for him. I can’t resist running my hands down his biceps. “You look really hot. Maybe I shouldn’t take you out in public,” I tease.
“No one will notice me when you have that dress on.” He tucks a stray strand of hair behind my ear. I’m wearing it down for a change, and it falls in waves to my shoulders. “You’re beautiful.”
“Thank you. Ready to go?”
We step outside and he pauses while I lock the door. “Are you going to tell me where we’re going now?”
“No, but I’ll guide you.”
His impish grin turns to a chuckle. “I’m not being lured out to the woods and a shallow grave, am I?”
“Now, why would I do that when I could’ve planted you under the pool weeks ago?”
“Good point.”
He opens the passenger door for me before getting in himself. It feels strange to be out like this with him. Good, but different. We’ve spent so much time together, but we haven’t really been out, unless you count the night he showed up at the bar.
He follows my directions a turn at a time until we park in front of the two story brick building downtown. “The library?”
I pull the flyer I’ve been holding onto for a while out of my purse and hand it to him. His bemused expression slowly turns to a small smile as he reads. “LEGO night?”
“The library hosts it twice a month. A night for kids and another for adults. They sell sets or you can make something then decide to buy it if you want to keep it. Or just come to build and then knock it back apart. It’s one way they fundraise while also offering a free program, apparently.” I’m rambling. Maybe because it suddenly seems like a silly idea. Just because it’s his hobby doesn’t make it a good date night option.
That anxiety is put to rest within seconds when he beams at me. “Let’s go!”
I love our library. They do lots of little special nights like these for different hobby groups. I’ve never been to a LEGO one before and there’s a pretty big turnout considering our small population. They’ve set everything up in the biggest room. An assortment of tables and chairs take up about half the room while the other half offers mats and bean bags to sit on the floor.
Along one wall is a table of LEGO sets that can be purchased. Beside it sits a huge rubber tub nearly overflowing with the little bricks, and a stack of plastic beach pails are provided to scoop them up. One of the library staff, a high school boy, smiles at everyone who comes near the table of concessions that he’s trying to sell.
“Do you want to buy one of the sets or make our own?” I ask.
Cooper picks up one of the pails and hands me another. “No instructions. Let’s see what you can do.”
“Be prepared to see the best looking square platform ever.”
We both fill a pail with the random LEGO bricks, but Cooper spends more time making sure he’s getting some specific things he wants. While he picks through the tub, I buy us a couple of soft drinks from the kid.
“Where do you want to sit?” I ask, and he nods to a table in the corner. It’s perfect. Tucked away against a window that displays the glowing pink sunset in the distance. We sit across from each other and place both pails in the center.
“What are you going to make?” he asks.
“I don’t know. I need to think for a minute. What are you making?” He’s already sorting out bricks.
“You’ll see the masterpiece when it’s done.”
“Mine will also reveal itself in time.”
He looks up and grins at me. “I promise I won’t judge.”
Hmm, what to build? A house? That might be easy enough. I dump my pail out on the table and look at what I have. There are four wheels. And some clear bricks. Maybe I can make a car or something.
I catch myself humming along to the music that plays low in the background—a mix of pop rock and classic rock songs. I’m in such a good mood. It’s not just being with Cooper—although that’s a big part of it—I also applied for a mortgage loan this week and while I won’t hear back for a while whether I’m approved, the loan officer said I had a good chance. Pop’s house is back on the market. It’s sat empty for a while and has already gone to foreclosure once so hopefully there isn’t much interest in it. I haven’t mentioned anything to Pops. To anyone, actually. If it doesn’t happen, I’ll be the only one who’s disappointed.
My attempt to build a car is starting to look more like a truck, which would be easier anyway. Cooper peeks over at me with a grin when I start removing some of the pieces. “Shut up.”
“I didn’t say anything.”
