Read Online Dirty Saint: A Secret Baby Sports Romance by Vesper Vaughn - Free Book Online Page A
Authors: Vesper Vaughn
Ads: Link
see.”
A half an hour of Blue Ridge Parkway scenery and we’ve reached the closest big town. I pull into the parking lot of my favorite ice cream shop and hop out.
“Ice cream? Really?” she asks me this with a surprised look on her face.
“What did you think? I was going to take you day drinking at a bar?” I wrap my arm around her shoulders and she doesn’t even object. Her cheeks are turning bright red though, which is how I know I’ve got her.
I hold open the door for her and she steps inside.
The smell of sweet, freshly-made waffle cones fills my nose. The bright pink and purple walls greet us along with a hello from the owner, Tom.
“If it isn’t the miracle on the field himself!” Tom walks out from behind the counter with his arms spread wide in greeting. “Long time no see.”
“Good to see you, Tom.”
He looks at Esther. “And who is this?”
“Esther,” she says, offering her hand to him.
Tom returns the handshake and winks at me. “You two skipping out on class?”
Esther looks panicked.
“We are, Tom,” I say with confidence. “Such a gorgeous autumnal day, didn’t want to miss it.” My stomach growls loudly and I throw my hand over my stomach. “And I skipped breakfast, so you’re going to have to load us up.”
“The kitchen sink?” he asks.
“Kitchen sink, two spoons, please.” I turn to Esther. “The couch is the comfiest,” I whisper in her ear. She blushes even harder.
“I think I’ll stick to a good old-fashioned table and chairs, thanks,” she retorts.
We take a seat at the window. The sky outside is completely cloudless. It’s like God sneezed and blew away the normal layers of dust and pollution that usually obscure the intensity of the blue.
“This weather is unbelievable,” I say, pulling out a paper napkin from the silver holder. I proceed to tear it into pieces.
Esther looks at me, unamused. “You enjoy making messes everywhere you go?”
“I like to have something to do with my hands at all times,” I say, flashing her a flirtatious grin. “And since you won’t let me hold your hand, I have to find something else to do.”
She’s holding back a smile. “You don’t ever stop, do you?”
“You’ve seen me play football. Do you think I ever stop?”
“No,” she replies. “I think you’ve actually worked for everything you have. Which is refreshing.”
I laugh. “Are you actually paying me a compliment, Delilah?”
“Don’t get used to it,” she says, smiling a little.
“So why water girl?” I ask her.
Tom interrupts us with the salad-bowl-sized special. “One kitchen sink and two spoons.” He hands one to Esther and one to me. “Enjoy!”
Esther’s eyes are the size of saucers. “What is this?” she asks in awe.
“This is everything but the kitchen sink,” I explain. I use my spoon as a pointer. “One scoop of cookie dough, rocky road, pistachio, strawberry, chocolate, vanilla, rainbow sherbet, chocolate chip, peppermint, and peanut butter.” I take a breath. “Chocolate sauce, cherry sauce, strawberry sauce, caramel drizzle, cookie pieces, M&Ms, licorice, whipped cream, two whole bananas split down the middle, and topped off with nine maraschino cherries.” I dip into the concoction with relish.
“You eat this whole thing by yourself?” Esther asks.
I pause.
“Oh. No. Of course. You bring along another woman to help you finish it.”
“Does that bother you?” I ask.
She shrugs. “Why would it? It’s not like this is a date.” She dips into the rainbow sherbet. I like the way her lips cover the metal spoon. It’s giving me all kinds of ideas.
“This isn’t a date, that’s right. It’s a pre-date ,” I say.
She laughs. “A pre-date? What is that?”
“A pre-date is the date before a real date.”
“Yeah, I could have worked that out on my own, thanks,” Esther replies through a mouthful of pistachio ice cream.
“I’m taking you out. Probably tomorrow. I’m not sure yet, but
A half an hour of Blue Ridge Parkway scenery and we’ve reached the closest big town. I pull into the parking lot of my favorite ice cream shop and hop out.
“Ice cream? Really?” she asks me this with a surprised look on her face.
“What did you think? I was going to take you day drinking at a bar?” I wrap my arm around her shoulders and she doesn’t even object. Her cheeks are turning bright red though, which is how I know I’ve got her.
I hold open the door for her and she steps inside.
The smell of sweet, freshly-made waffle cones fills my nose. The bright pink and purple walls greet us along with a hello from the owner, Tom.
“If it isn’t the miracle on the field himself!” Tom walks out from behind the counter with his arms spread wide in greeting. “Long time no see.”
“Good to see you, Tom.”
He looks at Esther. “And who is this?”
“Esther,” she says, offering her hand to him.
Tom returns the handshake and winks at me. “You two skipping out on class?”
Esther looks panicked.
“We are, Tom,” I say with confidence. “Such a gorgeous autumnal day, didn’t want to miss it.” My stomach growls loudly and I throw my hand over my stomach. “And I skipped breakfast, so you’re going to have to load us up.”
“The kitchen sink?” he asks.
“Kitchen sink, two spoons, please.” I turn to Esther. “The couch is the comfiest,” I whisper in her ear. She blushes even harder.
“I think I’ll stick to a good old-fashioned table and chairs, thanks,” she retorts.
We take a seat at the window. The sky outside is completely cloudless. It’s like God sneezed and blew away the normal layers of dust and pollution that usually obscure the intensity of the blue.
“This weather is unbelievable,” I say, pulling out a paper napkin from the silver holder. I proceed to tear it into pieces.
Esther looks at me, unamused. “You enjoy making messes everywhere you go?”
“I like to have something to do with my hands at all times,” I say, flashing her a flirtatious grin. “And since you won’t let me hold your hand, I have to find something else to do.”
She’s holding back a smile. “You don’t ever stop, do you?”
“You’ve seen me play football. Do you think I ever stop?”
“No,” she replies. “I think you’ve actually worked for everything you have. Which is refreshing.”
I laugh. “Are you actually paying me a compliment, Delilah?”
“Don’t get used to it,” she says, smiling a little.
“So why water girl?” I ask her.
Tom interrupts us with the salad-bowl-sized special. “One kitchen sink and two spoons.” He hands one to Esther and one to me. “Enjoy!”
Esther’s eyes are the size of saucers. “What is this?” she asks in awe.
“This is everything but the kitchen sink,” I explain. I use my spoon as a pointer. “One scoop of cookie dough, rocky road, pistachio, strawberry, chocolate, vanilla, rainbow sherbet, chocolate chip, peppermint, and peanut butter.” I take a breath. “Chocolate sauce, cherry sauce, strawberry sauce, caramel drizzle, cookie pieces, M&Ms, licorice, whipped cream, two whole bananas split down the middle, and topped off with nine maraschino cherries.” I dip into the concoction with relish.
“You eat this whole thing by yourself?” Esther asks.
I pause.
“Oh. No. Of course. You bring along another woman to help you finish it.”
“Does that bother you?” I ask.
She shrugs. “Why would it? It’s not like this is a date.” She dips into the rainbow sherbet. I like the way her lips cover the metal spoon. It’s giving me all kinds of ideas.
“This isn’t a date, that’s right. It’s a pre-date ,” I say.
She laughs. “A pre-date? What is that?”
“A pre-date is the date before a real date.”
“Yeah, I could have worked that out on my own, thanks,” Esther replies through a mouthful of pistachio ice cream.
“I’m taking you out. Probably tomorrow. I’m not sure yet, but
Similar Books
