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that. You decide on the night, and then you do the popcorn and wine coolers and I’ll bring the movie. I have a collection of DVDs I’ve brought to the lake with me. We’ll make it a movie night.”
Ellie reached for a bottle of Tabasco sauce, refusing to look over at Uriel. She wondered if he realized what he’d just suggested sounded like a date. Probably not, she figured as they kept walking, sharing space in the aisle. After all, he had defined their relationship as being nothing more than friends.
A half hour later, with their carts fully loaded, they had left the store but not before several people who’d recognized her as Mable Weston’s niece approached her to convey their condolences.
Uriel was very organized when he arranged everything in his SUV, making sure her items were in the back so they could be removed first. “Are there any other stops you’d like to make before we head back home?” he asked.
She wondered if he’d noticed that he’d asked the question as if they were a married couple who’d just done grocery stopping together and was returning to the same house. “No, I’m fine.”
“Do you mind if I stop by Logan’s hardware store? I need to get some more hooks.”
“No, I don’t mind.”
After making the stop at the hardware store, Uriel suggested they grab something to eat at one of the diners in town, since it was so close to lunchtime.
“What about your frozen dinners?” she decided to ask. “And the ice cream?”
“Thanks for reminding me. We’ll get our orders to go,” he said, as he pulled into Buddy’s Diner.
As she resettled in the truck, she couldn’t help but appreciate how easily they seemed to get along. They teased each other mercilessly about their purchases, but it had all been in fun.
“Next time we decide to ride into town together to pick up a few things, we’ll grab lunch before hitting the grocery store,” he said, glancing over at her and smiling.
She didn’t say anything, just let the words flow between them while fighting the flutter in the bottom of her stomach. That was the third time today he’d said something that made them seem like a couple. Were they words spoken between friends with no hidden meaning? Or was he throwing around some type of hints of possibly something more?
When Ellie snapped her seat belt in place she decided not to put more stock into something that really wasn’t there. The little innuendos Grant would occasionally say to Tamara were getting to her, making her dissect Uriel’s every word for some hidden meaning. She had to pull her mind out of fantasy land and back into reality. They were not the hero and heroine in a hot and steamy romance novel. The man sitting beside her was Uriel and she was Ellie. And the conversation they had been exchanging was merely words spoken between friends. Nothing more.
As he tightened his grip on the steering wheel, Uriel muttered a curse that was too low for Ellie to hear. What was with all these slip-ups he was making?
Damn. He was getting too comfy with Ellie. Letting down the guard he usually kept up with most women. It could possibly be the result of his dream last night and the visions that keep popping up in his head. In his dream, she had been sitting cross-legged in the middle of his bed. Naked. And waiting for him to tear off his clothes and join her there. The dream had been as erotic as any dream could get, and before he could join her on the bed, something had awakened him.
Unable to resurrect the dream, and with no sleep in sight, he got up at 2:00 a.m. for the second straight night and had gone outside to sit on the porch. He had fervently hoped he would be lucky and she’d be standing at the window, half-naked again, with her glass of wine. To his disappointment, she hadn’t been.
He gripped the steering wheel even tighter, and kept his focus on the road while trying to come up with one good reason he shouldn’t pursue a relationship with Ellie. She was
Ellie reached for a bottle of Tabasco sauce, refusing to look over at Uriel. She wondered if he realized what he’d just suggested sounded like a date. Probably not, she figured as they kept walking, sharing space in the aisle. After all, he had defined their relationship as being nothing more than friends.
A half hour later, with their carts fully loaded, they had left the store but not before several people who’d recognized her as Mable Weston’s niece approached her to convey their condolences.
Uriel was very organized when he arranged everything in his SUV, making sure her items were in the back so they could be removed first. “Are there any other stops you’d like to make before we head back home?” he asked.
She wondered if he’d noticed that he’d asked the question as if they were a married couple who’d just done grocery stopping together and was returning to the same house. “No, I’m fine.”
“Do you mind if I stop by Logan’s hardware store? I need to get some more hooks.”
“No, I don’t mind.”
After making the stop at the hardware store, Uriel suggested they grab something to eat at one of the diners in town, since it was so close to lunchtime.
“What about your frozen dinners?” she decided to ask. “And the ice cream?”
“Thanks for reminding me. We’ll get our orders to go,” he said, as he pulled into Buddy’s Diner.
As she resettled in the truck, she couldn’t help but appreciate how easily they seemed to get along. They teased each other mercilessly about their purchases, but it had all been in fun.
“Next time we decide to ride into town together to pick up a few things, we’ll grab lunch before hitting the grocery store,” he said, glancing over at her and smiling.
She didn’t say anything, just let the words flow between them while fighting the flutter in the bottom of her stomach. That was the third time today he’d said something that made them seem like a couple. Were they words spoken between friends with no hidden meaning? Or was he throwing around some type of hints of possibly something more?
When Ellie snapped her seat belt in place she decided not to put more stock into something that really wasn’t there. The little innuendos Grant would occasionally say to Tamara were getting to her, making her dissect Uriel’s every word for some hidden meaning. She had to pull her mind out of fantasy land and back into reality. They were not the hero and heroine in a hot and steamy romance novel. The man sitting beside her was Uriel and she was Ellie. And the conversation they had been exchanging was merely words spoken between friends. Nothing more.
As he tightened his grip on the steering wheel, Uriel muttered a curse that was too low for Ellie to hear. What was with all these slip-ups he was making?
Damn. He was getting too comfy with Ellie. Letting down the guard he usually kept up with most women. It could possibly be the result of his dream last night and the visions that keep popping up in his head. In his dream, she had been sitting cross-legged in the middle of his bed. Naked. And waiting for him to tear off his clothes and join her there. The dream had been as erotic as any dream could get, and before he could join her on the bed, something had awakened him.
Unable to resurrect the dream, and with no sleep in sight, he got up at 2:00 a.m. for the second straight night and had gone outside to sit on the porch. He had fervently hoped he would be lucky and she’d be standing at the window, half-naked again, with her glass of wine. To his disappointment, she hadn’t been.
He gripped the steering wheel even tighter, and kept his focus on the road while trying to come up with one good reason he shouldn’t pursue a relationship with Ellie. She was
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