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anything, so I cut my eyes over and up to them. Finally, properly chastened by my glare, someone piped up.
“Wade,” Wade (apparently) said.
Swinging my head back to Allison, I continued, “Right. This is Wade, Mama.” She looked over at him, looked back at me, and then waited for me to say more.
“The good news is, since it’s not Tim, but someone who looks a hell of a lot like him, this one isn’t married,” I said taking a stab in the dark.
Once again, I paused, looked up at Wade, and questioned, “Right?” When he didn’t answer immediately, I kept going, adding in my usual commentary. “Because you aren’t wearing a ring. And I have to tell you, if you are married and you’re not wearing a ring, that’s skeevy. It suggests you’re looking to pick up chicks despite your taken status.”
Wade took on a defensive stance, uncrossing his arms, raising both of his hands, and putting them palm out in a placating gesture. “I’m not married. And I’m not “skeevy”,” he added with a frown-like crease in his brow, making sure to make air quotes to reflect what he thought of my word choice.
Danny was chuckling in the background, finding the whole thing more than a little humorous, but I did my best to tune him out.
Giving my attention back to Allison, I reiterated, “See, like I said, not married and not skeevy.”
I could already tell things were on the upswing. The color was back in her cheeks and her eyes were looking more and more focused and normal.
My theories were confirmed, however, when she looked at me, smiled, and informed me, “And he doesn’t have man boobs either. I could feel a nice hard chest when he carried me in here.”
Danny’s chuckle turned into a full roar, Wade was confused but smiled with amusement nonetheless, and I beamed big and bright down at my mom before agreeing, “Yep. Perfectly man-boob-less. Good news.”
“So Wade, what do you do for a living?” a far more coherent Allison asked.
In attempt to relax and get to know one another better, we had made our way out to their covered porch that jutted directly off of the back of the house. Wicker furniture with big taupe colored cushions lined the perimeter of the room and the center held a wicker coffee table with a glass top. Wicker itself was kind of girly, but the color scheme was all man.
Wade’s eyes flashed to Danny and back, but it was no more than a fleeting glance, so I figured it didn’t really mean anything. Plus, it wasn’t even a couple of seconds before he was focused on Allison, an attractive smile framed by his mustache and goatee, and answered her, “Oh, I own “The Cabin”, where Danny works.”
“Have you always been in the bar business?” Allison investigated further.
“No, Danny and I just moved here a couple of years ago and decided to give it a try.”
“Well,” I cut in. Ready to put my two cents in. Danny muttered a “Here we go” under his breath, but I didn’t let it discourage me. “If you’re ever in need of work, you could make big money as an impersonator.”
Everyone ignored me, including Allison. She was in flirt mode, and therefore wasn’t in the mood for me to be sarcastic. Instead, she kept the conversation going, smoothly saying, “I’m surprised. You seem to be pretty successful for only doing it a couple of years.”
Danny looked over at me to see that I was restless, fidgety, and probably looking like I was going to wet my pants.
The reason was pretty simple. I wanted to go ride the four-wheelers. My excitement was just too great to sit completely still and listen to Allison and Wade make blandly flirtatious small talk.
One corner of Danny’s mouth curved upward and he shook his head slightly, but there was an appreciative light in his eyes. He stood swiftly and effortlessly, let the other side of his mouth move up to complete his smile, and said, “Come on. We’ll go now.”
In my head I was screaming, “Yippeee!” but on the
“Wade,” Wade (apparently) said.
Swinging my head back to Allison, I continued, “Right. This is Wade, Mama.” She looked over at him, looked back at me, and then waited for me to say more.
“The good news is, since it’s not Tim, but someone who looks a hell of a lot like him, this one isn’t married,” I said taking a stab in the dark.
Once again, I paused, looked up at Wade, and questioned, “Right?” When he didn’t answer immediately, I kept going, adding in my usual commentary. “Because you aren’t wearing a ring. And I have to tell you, if you are married and you’re not wearing a ring, that’s skeevy. It suggests you’re looking to pick up chicks despite your taken status.”
Wade took on a defensive stance, uncrossing his arms, raising both of his hands, and putting them palm out in a placating gesture. “I’m not married. And I’m not “skeevy”,” he added with a frown-like crease in his brow, making sure to make air quotes to reflect what he thought of my word choice.
Danny was chuckling in the background, finding the whole thing more than a little humorous, but I did my best to tune him out.
Giving my attention back to Allison, I reiterated, “See, like I said, not married and not skeevy.”
I could already tell things were on the upswing. The color was back in her cheeks and her eyes were looking more and more focused and normal.
My theories were confirmed, however, when she looked at me, smiled, and informed me, “And he doesn’t have man boobs either. I could feel a nice hard chest when he carried me in here.”
Danny’s chuckle turned into a full roar, Wade was confused but smiled with amusement nonetheless, and I beamed big and bright down at my mom before agreeing, “Yep. Perfectly man-boob-less. Good news.”
“So Wade, what do you do for a living?” a far more coherent Allison asked.
In attempt to relax and get to know one another better, we had made our way out to their covered porch that jutted directly off of the back of the house. Wicker furniture with big taupe colored cushions lined the perimeter of the room and the center held a wicker coffee table with a glass top. Wicker itself was kind of girly, but the color scheme was all man.
Wade’s eyes flashed to Danny and back, but it was no more than a fleeting glance, so I figured it didn’t really mean anything. Plus, it wasn’t even a couple of seconds before he was focused on Allison, an attractive smile framed by his mustache and goatee, and answered her, “Oh, I own “The Cabin”, where Danny works.”
“Have you always been in the bar business?” Allison investigated further.
“No, Danny and I just moved here a couple of years ago and decided to give it a try.”
“Well,” I cut in. Ready to put my two cents in. Danny muttered a “Here we go” under his breath, but I didn’t let it discourage me. “If you’re ever in need of work, you could make big money as an impersonator.”
Everyone ignored me, including Allison. She was in flirt mode, and therefore wasn’t in the mood for me to be sarcastic. Instead, she kept the conversation going, smoothly saying, “I’m surprised. You seem to be pretty successful for only doing it a couple of years.”
Danny looked over at me to see that I was restless, fidgety, and probably looking like I was going to wet my pants.
The reason was pretty simple. I wanted to go ride the four-wheelers. My excitement was just too great to sit completely still and listen to Allison and Wade make blandly flirtatious small talk.
One corner of Danny’s mouth curved upward and he shook his head slightly, but there was an appreciative light in his eyes. He stood swiftly and effortlessly, let the other side of his mouth move up to complete his smile, and said, “Come on. We’ll go now.”
In my head I was screaming, “Yippeee!” but on the
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