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to say yes, but I haven't spent any time with my family, and I'll be leaving soon."
"Yeah, me too," he said.
"I thought you were staying for a whole month."
"I'm leaving to help my dad with a job in California. I'll be gone for about a week," he said.
"When do you leave?" I asked.
"The day after tomorrow," he replied before picking up my hand. His thumb drew little circles on my skin.
"Me too." When I first got here, I couldn't wait to go back to my empty apartment. Was I really dreading it now? How could two days make that much difference?
Garrett hugged me close and kissed me hard.
I greedily ran my hands down his muscular chest. "Yes," I said more loudly than I meant to.
He jumped under my hands and pulled away from me. "What?"
"Yes, I'll go with you tomorrow," I elaborated.
"Good, wear jeans. Not that I don't love you in a dress." He smiled as he ran his eyes up and down my body. "But jeans will probably be more appropriate."
"Appropriate for what?" I asked.
"You'll find out tomorrow."
****
Garrett picked me up early and drove me to his parents' house. They lived in the upper country, and it felt great to be in the mountains.
"I haven't been up here in forever," I said watching the pine trees go by.
"Well then, I guess it was about time. I get to missing the mountains when I'm gone for too long," he said.
"When your options are rainy Seattle or the stifling heat of Iraq, it's no wonder you miss it," I joked.
"No, I could be in paradise, and still I'd want to come back. I think the mountains are just a part of me," he said before taking a deep breath.
The truck bounced along the bumpy road and as the trees thinned, a small town came into view. "We're here," he said.
"It's such a cute town. Is this where you grew up?" I asked.
"Pretty much, I mean we moved here from California when I was seven. But this is where my childhood happened; it's where almost all of my memories take place."
Garrett took a right at the center of the dinky town. There must have been fewer than twenty houses. "My parents live just outside of town on forty acres. Me and my little brother had so much fun out there. When I was nine, my oldest sister was being really bossy when she was babysitting us, so we ran away â
we even stole a chicken out of the coop on the way out. Both of us were too scared to go farther than the back of our property, but she couldn't find us. We roasted up that chicken on a campfire and went home when it was cold." He smiled at the memory. "Man, did we get into trouble."
I laughed. "You knew how to butcher and cook a chicken when you were nine?"
"Oh, yeah. I grew up in another century. We used to grind our wheat to make our bread and everything," he said.
"Wasn't that rough?" I asked; it sounded so different from the way I was raised.
He shrugged his shoulders. "It was a great way to grow up. Some people might have thought it was hard, but I love being self-reliant. I wouldn't trade my childhood for anyone else's."
Garrett was the only person I knew that could grow me wheat, grind it into flour, and make me bread. Who knew how to do that stuff anymore? "You're kind of amazing, you know," I said.
"I don't know about that," he said, pulling his truck into the long driveway of his parents' house. "Now, just so you know, my mother is an amazing lady. She'd have to be to raise so many kids and keep her sanity, but she hasn't ever liked any of my girlfriends. Ever."
"So I'd only need to worry about that if I was your girlfriend, which I'm not," I said.
He parked the truck, cut the engine, and looked over at me. "If that label freaks you out, you can call yourself whatever you want. You're a beautiful woman that I want to spend time with. And to my amazement, you seem to want to spend time with me as well," he said. "So if my Mom isn't too warm and fuzzy, don't take it personal. She never thinks anyone is good enough for any of her kids."
He got out of the truck, and I followed behind him.
He held
"Yeah, me too," he said.
"I thought you were staying for a whole month."
"I'm leaving to help my dad with a job in California. I'll be gone for about a week," he said.
"When do you leave?" I asked.
"The day after tomorrow," he replied before picking up my hand. His thumb drew little circles on my skin.
"Me too." When I first got here, I couldn't wait to go back to my empty apartment. Was I really dreading it now? How could two days make that much difference?
Garrett hugged me close and kissed me hard.
I greedily ran my hands down his muscular chest. "Yes," I said more loudly than I meant to.
He jumped under my hands and pulled away from me. "What?"
"Yes, I'll go with you tomorrow," I elaborated.
"Good, wear jeans. Not that I don't love you in a dress." He smiled as he ran his eyes up and down my body. "But jeans will probably be more appropriate."
"Appropriate for what?" I asked.
"You'll find out tomorrow."
****
Garrett picked me up early and drove me to his parents' house. They lived in the upper country, and it felt great to be in the mountains.
"I haven't been up here in forever," I said watching the pine trees go by.
"Well then, I guess it was about time. I get to missing the mountains when I'm gone for too long," he said.
"When your options are rainy Seattle or the stifling heat of Iraq, it's no wonder you miss it," I joked.
"No, I could be in paradise, and still I'd want to come back. I think the mountains are just a part of me," he said before taking a deep breath.
The truck bounced along the bumpy road and as the trees thinned, a small town came into view. "We're here," he said.
"It's such a cute town. Is this where you grew up?" I asked.
"Pretty much, I mean we moved here from California when I was seven. But this is where my childhood happened; it's where almost all of my memories take place."
Garrett took a right at the center of the dinky town. There must have been fewer than twenty houses. "My parents live just outside of town on forty acres. Me and my little brother had so much fun out there. When I was nine, my oldest sister was being really bossy when she was babysitting us, so we ran away â
we even stole a chicken out of the coop on the way out. Both of us were too scared to go farther than the back of our property, but she couldn't find us. We roasted up that chicken on a campfire and went home when it was cold." He smiled at the memory. "Man, did we get into trouble."
I laughed. "You knew how to butcher and cook a chicken when you were nine?"
"Oh, yeah. I grew up in another century. We used to grind our wheat to make our bread and everything," he said.
"Wasn't that rough?" I asked; it sounded so different from the way I was raised.
He shrugged his shoulders. "It was a great way to grow up. Some people might have thought it was hard, but I love being self-reliant. I wouldn't trade my childhood for anyone else's."
Garrett was the only person I knew that could grow me wheat, grind it into flour, and make me bread. Who knew how to do that stuff anymore? "You're kind of amazing, you know," I said.
"I don't know about that," he said, pulling his truck into the long driveway of his parents' house. "Now, just so you know, my mother is an amazing lady. She'd have to be to raise so many kids and keep her sanity, but she hasn't ever liked any of my girlfriends. Ever."
"So I'd only need to worry about that if I was your girlfriend, which I'm not," I said.
He parked the truck, cut the engine, and looked over at me. "If that label freaks you out, you can call yourself whatever you want. You're a beautiful woman that I want to spend time with. And to my amazement, you seem to want to spend time with me as well," he said. "So if my Mom isn't too warm and fuzzy, don't take it personal. She never thinks anyone is good enough for any of her kids."
He got out of the truck, and I followed behind him.
He held
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