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Authors: Delinda Dewick
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you’re having breakfast with.” As he turned for the hall he was again hiding a wide, and slightly impish grin.
Before he got to the doorway Kelly stopped him “Stephen?” He turned to meet her now serious look, “what is it that you do?” He looked confused for a moment, cocked his head to the side a bit, and threw a glance over his shoulder towards the front door. He smirked when he grasped the meaning of her question. His reply was “welding, I’m a welder.” And with that he was gone.
***
She had plenty of time to think on the drive back to town. Now at least she knew what he did for a living but not much else. To make it worse she was quite certain that he had no idea what she did; that she was a writer. At least he had never mentioned it.
How did he think she supported herself, by working at the hardware store? And if she had to give that up that job was he not concerned about what she would do for money? It appeared that he just wasn’t the type of man to be bothered by such petty details.
He certainly didn’t seem to have any doubts about their relationship and where it might be heading. Many men would steer clear of any type of commitment. The last thing they would want is to have a woman moving in and under foot so early in the relationship. But not Stephen; apparently he knew what he wanted and it was her. He wasn’t the kind of man to take no for an answer.
That thought brought a smile to her face and warmed her through. It was a new experience for her; the knowledge that someone wanted her that badly.
But was it just physical? Would he tire of her someday, or find somebody else like Scott had always done? Would she tire of him? Now that thought was just too humorous. She highly doubted that was possible.
No, her main concern was not the possibility of boredom setting in; it was how little she knew about him. Was he really the man he appeared to be? Her parents had raised her with the philosophy that if something appeared too good to be true then it probably was. And that was what bothered her the most, nagging a quiet corner of her sub-conscience.
She could think of a million reasons why it didn’t make sense for her to move in with him so quickly, but not one that would cause her to change her mind, or lesson her desire for him. Playing hard to get was not her style. Playing games of any sort was not her style. Kelly might always have been the cautious type, until now, but she had also always believed in being direct and straightforward. There was no sense in trying to pretend that she wanted to be with him any less than he wanted her there. Whatever their future might hold, they’d find out together.
***
When Kelly got home she put on a fresh pot of coffee. Sipping her brew she rounded each room of her house making mental notes about what she would take and what she would store. Her first task, and most important one, would be to find a renter for her house. It would be much easier if she could find someone who would rent it furnished. It would take much more than two days if she had to also move out the furniture.
She wouldn’t need to take much to Stephen’s. Her computer and supplies she needed to work, casual clothes, and Max’s things. She would store her good clothes and a handful of other things that she didn’t need but couldn’t part with, in the shed out back. She had been living the life of a minimalist so it wasn’t go to take her long to do what needed to be done.
Outside she heard Max’s familiar bark. She opened up the patio door and stepped out. Max nearly knocked her over with his enthusiasm as Will came running up behind. “I’m sorry Mrs. Sherman but I couldn’t stop him once he figured out you were home.”
“That’s fine Will. I was just coming over to get him anyway. Come on in for a minute so we can talk.”
They went back inside where Max
Before he got to the doorway Kelly stopped him “Stephen?” He turned to meet her now serious look, “what is it that you do?” He looked confused for a moment, cocked his head to the side a bit, and threw a glance over his shoulder towards the front door. He smirked when he grasped the meaning of her question. His reply was “welding, I’m a welder.” And with that he was gone.
***
She had plenty of time to think on the drive back to town. Now at least she knew what he did for a living but not much else. To make it worse she was quite certain that he had no idea what she did; that she was a writer. At least he had never mentioned it.
How did he think she supported herself, by working at the hardware store? And if she had to give that up that job was he not concerned about what she would do for money? It appeared that he just wasn’t the type of man to be bothered by such petty details.
He certainly didn’t seem to have any doubts about their relationship and where it might be heading. Many men would steer clear of any type of commitment. The last thing they would want is to have a woman moving in and under foot so early in the relationship. But not Stephen; apparently he knew what he wanted and it was her. He wasn’t the kind of man to take no for an answer.
That thought brought a smile to her face and warmed her through. It was a new experience for her; the knowledge that someone wanted her that badly.
But was it just physical? Would he tire of her someday, or find somebody else like Scott had always done? Would she tire of him? Now that thought was just too humorous. She highly doubted that was possible.
No, her main concern was not the possibility of boredom setting in; it was how little she knew about him. Was he really the man he appeared to be? Her parents had raised her with the philosophy that if something appeared too good to be true then it probably was. And that was what bothered her the most, nagging a quiet corner of her sub-conscience.
She could think of a million reasons why it didn’t make sense for her to move in with him so quickly, but not one that would cause her to change her mind, or lesson her desire for him. Playing hard to get was not her style. Playing games of any sort was not her style. Kelly might always have been the cautious type, until now, but she had also always believed in being direct and straightforward. There was no sense in trying to pretend that she wanted to be with him any less than he wanted her there. Whatever their future might hold, they’d find out together.
***
When Kelly got home she put on a fresh pot of coffee. Sipping her brew she rounded each room of her house making mental notes about what she would take and what she would store. Her first task, and most important one, would be to find a renter for her house. It would be much easier if she could find someone who would rent it furnished. It would take much more than two days if she had to also move out the furniture.
She wouldn’t need to take much to Stephen’s. Her computer and supplies she needed to work, casual clothes, and Max’s things. She would store her good clothes and a handful of other things that she didn’t need but couldn’t part with, in the shed out back. She had been living the life of a minimalist so it wasn’t go to take her long to do what needed to be done.
Outside she heard Max’s familiar bark. She opened up the patio door and stepped out. Max nearly knocked her over with his enthusiasm as Will came running up behind. “I’m sorry Mrs. Sherman but I couldn’t stop him once he figured out you were home.”
“That’s fine Will. I was just coming over to get him anyway. Come on in for a minute so we can talk.”
They went back inside where Max
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