hers. “That’s as bad as it gets? You really are a sweetheart.”
“Indeed, I am,” she replied in the English accent that she knew he liked, try ing not to get swept up by his touch. Had she been in one of the period dramas, she would have swooned.
“Eat up, our mini golf challenge awaits us.” He moved his hand and gulped down his tea.
“Challenge?” Angela cried, “I’ve never played golf in my life! Trust me . I’ll be no challenge for you.”
“A golf virgin too? Wow, how many other things have you never done?” Although Aiden was poised to grasp her answer as soon as she released it, she treated his question as if it were intended rhetorically. She took the last two bites of her lunch and stood up.
“Shall I get this?” She picked up the bill.
“No, the entire day is on me.”
“I can pay the tip.”
“No, the entire day is on me.”
“Thanks. I really appreciate all of this.”
“This is nothing…some of our best days are still ahead of us, remember.” Those were Julia’s words and Angela had cringed when she read them, but seeing the effect that they evidently had on Aiden, made Angela wish she had devised them herself. We have to drive over to the green; we can take my car.” He spoke as if this was the obvious course of action to take, and any objections would be misplaced.
Angela’s hesitation, evidenced by her open mouth, clearly searching for polite words to express her discomfort, made him slow down. “Or you can follow me in your car if that makes you more comfortable.”
“Oh, no, we can go in your car, that’s fine.” The words came from an u nfamiliar place from within her; a place of guilt that scolded her for not trusting this man who had changed his plans at the last minute and had devoted the day to her, at no small cost to himself.
The familiar voice of caution and reason, presented itself on the drive to the green. She really didn’t know Aiden, and her uncharacteristic behavior today was justified by the very fact that by driving her own car, she would maintain control; yet here she was in his car, trusting him to take her where he said he would. His earlier double-entendres flashed through her mind, as did the fact that in all their conversations, he hadn’t mentioned much about his faith. Whilst she didn’t want to be with someone who was holier-than-thou, she had been careful to select men who, like her, stated that their faith played a significant role in their lives. Suppose he wasn’t who he said he was? Suppose his intentions were less than honorable? She had placed herself in a precarious position with few options by way of escape.
“Flip through the CDs and see if there’s anything you like.” His speech startled her, and he chuckled at the realization. “Relax, you’re the one with the skeletons in your closet, remember, not me. First you play truant from school, and now, here you are playing truant from work, dragging me down with you. I was a good boy until I met you.”
She knew he was joking, but the painful truth stung. She had never been one to shirk her responsibilities at work, yet, she was driving around Disney with him while someone else was covering the trial for her. She forced a smile.
Upon finding a Miles Davis CD, she promptly popped it into the CD player. “You’re a jazz lover too, uh?”
“Unashamedly!” He replied, smiling. As the conversation turned to jazz, her tension-ridden body gradually began to relax, aided by the blissful surrounding scenery. She always made a point of taking in the simple beauty around her, and many parts of Orlando, aptly called The City Beautiful, boasted simple, natural beauty. The lofty palm trees danced in the same cool breeze that drifted through the open window, giving flight to her hair. Transient in nature, it provided little relief from the punishing heat.
Mini golf delighted her more than she would ever have imagined. Aiden was a tender teacher, and seemed to relish
“Indeed, I am,” she replied in the English accent that she knew he liked, try ing not to get swept up by his touch. Had she been in one of the period dramas, she would have swooned.
“Eat up, our mini golf challenge awaits us.” He moved his hand and gulped down his tea.
“Challenge?” Angela cried, “I’ve never played golf in my life! Trust me . I’ll be no challenge for you.”
“A golf virgin too? Wow, how many other things have you never done?” Although Aiden was poised to grasp her answer as soon as she released it, she treated his question as if it were intended rhetorically. She took the last two bites of her lunch and stood up.
“Shall I get this?” She picked up the bill.
“No, the entire day is on me.”
“I can pay the tip.”
“No, the entire day is on me.”
“Thanks. I really appreciate all of this.”
“This is nothing…some of our best days are still ahead of us, remember.” Those were Julia’s words and Angela had cringed when she read them, but seeing the effect that they evidently had on Aiden, made Angela wish she had devised them herself. We have to drive over to the green; we can take my car.” He spoke as if this was the obvious course of action to take, and any objections would be misplaced.
Angela’s hesitation, evidenced by her open mouth, clearly searching for polite words to express her discomfort, made him slow down. “Or you can follow me in your car if that makes you more comfortable.”
“Oh, no, we can go in your car, that’s fine.” The words came from an u nfamiliar place from within her; a place of guilt that scolded her for not trusting this man who had changed his plans at the last minute and had devoted the day to her, at no small cost to himself.
The familiar voice of caution and reason, presented itself on the drive to the green. She really didn’t know Aiden, and her uncharacteristic behavior today was justified by the very fact that by driving her own car, she would maintain control; yet here she was in his car, trusting him to take her where he said he would. His earlier double-entendres flashed through her mind, as did the fact that in all their conversations, he hadn’t mentioned much about his faith. Whilst she didn’t want to be with someone who was holier-than-thou, she had been careful to select men who, like her, stated that their faith played a significant role in their lives. Suppose he wasn’t who he said he was? Suppose his intentions were less than honorable? She had placed herself in a precarious position with few options by way of escape.
“Flip through the CDs and see if there’s anything you like.” His speech startled her, and he chuckled at the realization. “Relax, you’re the one with the skeletons in your closet, remember, not me. First you play truant from school, and now, here you are playing truant from work, dragging me down with you. I was a good boy until I met you.”
She knew he was joking, but the painful truth stung. She had never been one to shirk her responsibilities at work, yet, she was driving around Disney with him while someone else was covering the trial for her. She forced a smile.
Upon finding a Miles Davis CD, she promptly popped it into the CD player. “You’re a jazz lover too, uh?”
“Unashamedly!” He replied, smiling. As the conversation turned to jazz, her tension-ridden body gradually began to relax, aided by the blissful surrounding scenery. She always made a point of taking in the simple beauty around her, and many parts of Orlando, aptly called The City Beautiful, boasted simple, natural beauty. The lofty palm trees danced in the same cool breeze that drifted through the open window, giving flight to her hair. Transient in nature, it provided little relief from the punishing heat.
Mini golf delighted her more than she would ever have imagined. Aiden was a tender teacher, and seemed to relish
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