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grabbed a cheese ball and threw it at him. Hit him right in the back of the head.” Ahmed felt his eyes widen in surprise. “See, I couldn’t run after him in the heels I was wearing. He turned slowly and I smiled. When he came over, he asked me to dance. I said I would only if he stopped being so stupid and saw the woman standing before him. The one who was not a Belle, was a good cook, and who had a slightly wild side. If he could take a chance on getting to know the real me, then I would take the chance of dancing with him.”
“I ta ke it you danced?” Ahmed asked.
“We did. And then when we were sitting in jail that night we talked about life, feelings, and love,” Marcy sighed happily.
Ahmed did a double -take. “I’m sorry to interrupt. Did you say jail?”
“Oh, yes. We left the prom after that one dance and he took me to the lake right outside of town. We might have had a beer or two as we sat looking at the water while we got to know each other.” Marcy smiled as she remembered that night. “Then he got the idea for us to strip down to our underwear and go swimming. And well, other stuff. Anyway . . . when we got out, I didn’t want to put my dress on over my wet undergarments. And as he walked me home on the empty highway, Sheriff Mulford drove by. He was a stickler for the rules so I argued my bra and panties were actually a bathing suit, trying to get out of public indecency charges. Little did I know back then it was illegal for a woman to walk down the street in her bathing suit without a police escort—or a club. Sheriff Mulford booked me into jail and told Mr. Tall, Dark, and Handsome to go home. He didn’t want to leave me so he punched Sheriff Mulford right in the face and was booked with me. That’s when I knew I was in love.”
“Mrs. Davies, I’d love to say I understood the purpose of this very interesting story, but I don’t,” Ahmed admitted.
“I’m getting there. We spent the night in jail, which I ask you not to mention to anyone,” Marcy smiled innocently and Ahmed wondered what else she wasn’t mentioning. “We talked and I took a chance and told him how I felt about him. Forty years later, we’re still going strong.”
“M r. Davies punched the sheriff?”
“Sure did. Just to stay with me in jail. He’s very romantic like that. Now, as to why I’m here. If I hadn’t taken a chance and thrown that cheese ball at him, we might not be married today. The way you and Bridget look at each other is the way Jake and I look at each other. And since you don’t have a mother to take you aside and tell you to never let go of love once you find it, here I am. And if anyone is capable of fighting for love, you are.”
“I’m sorry to disappoint you, but I’m in no position to even contemplate love,” Ahmed said stiffly as he stood up.
“You don’t contemplate love, Ahmed. You grab it with both hands and hang on.” Marcy stood up and patted his shoulder. “And eat those cupcakes, dear. You need them.”
Ahmed walked Mrs. Davies to her car and shook his head. He didn’t know which to be more surprised about. The fact that she and Jake fell in love in jail or that she actually came and gave him a lecture on love. Too bad he had to disappoint her. He wasn’t good enough to love after all the things he’d done. Besides, he had a plane to catch and a man to kill.
CHAPTER SIX
Standing at the window, Bridget looked out into the night as Ahmed drove away. She had been breathless with passion just moments before and then he just walked away. She was completely embarrassed. Had she been that bad? She knew she didn’t have that much experience, but it had seemed pretty wonderful to her. However, right now there was something she needed to attend to, and it was even more important than trying to figure out men.
Bridget picked up her cell phone and dialed her father. When it went to voicemail , she tried the office. It was the middle of the night, but she knew her
“I ta ke it you danced?” Ahmed asked.
“We did. And then when we were sitting in jail that night we talked about life, feelings, and love,” Marcy sighed happily.
Ahmed did a double -take. “I’m sorry to interrupt. Did you say jail?”
“Oh, yes. We left the prom after that one dance and he took me to the lake right outside of town. We might have had a beer or two as we sat looking at the water while we got to know each other.” Marcy smiled as she remembered that night. “Then he got the idea for us to strip down to our underwear and go swimming. And well, other stuff. Anyway . . . when we got out, I didn’t want to put my dress on over my wet undergarments. And as he walked me home on the empty highway, Sheriff Mulford drove by. He was a stickler for the rules so I argued my bra and panties were actually a bathing suit, trying to get out of public indecency charges. Little did I know back then it was illegal for a woman to walk down the street in her bathing suit without a police escort—or a club. Sheriff Mulford booked me into jail and told Mr. Tall, Dark, and Handsome to go home. He didn’t want to leave me so he punched Sheriff Mulford right in the face and was booked with me. That’s when I knew I was in love.”
“Mrs. Davies, I’d love to say I understood the purpose of this very interesting story, but I don’t,” Ahmed admitted.
“I’m getting there. We spent the night in jail, which I ask you not to mention to anyone,” Marcy smiled innocently and Ahmed wondered what else she wasn’t mentioning. “We talked and I took a chance and told him how I felt about him. Forty years later, we’re still going strong.”
“M r. Davies punched the sheriff?”
“Sure did. Just to stay with me in jail. He’s very romantic like that. Now, as to why I’m here. If I hadn’t taken a chance and thrown that cheese ball at him, we might not be married today. The way you and Bridget look at each other is the way Jake and I look at each other. And since you don’t have a mother to take you aside and tell you to never let go of love once you find it, here I am. And if anyone is capable of fighting for love, you are.”
“I’m sorry to disappoint you, but I’m in no position to even contemplate love,” Ahmed said stiffly as he stood up.
“You don’t contemplate love, Ahmed. You grab it with both hands and hang on.” Marcy stood up and patted his shoulder. “And eat those cupcakes, dear. You need them.”
Ahmed walked Mrs. Davies to her car and shook his head. He didn’t know which to be more surprised about. The fact that she and Jake fell in love in jail or that she actually came and gave him a lecture on love. Too bad he had to disappoint her. He wasn’t good enough to love after all the things he’d done. Besides, he had a plane to catch and a man to kill.
CHAPTER SIX
Standing at the window, Bridget looked out into the night as Ahmed drove away. She had been breathless with passion just moments before and then he just walked away. She was completely embarrassed. Had she been that bad? She knew she didn’t have that much experience, but it had seemed pretty wonderful to her. However, right now there was something she needed to attend to, and it was even more important than trying to figure out men.
Bridget picked up her cell phone and dialed her father. When it went to voicemail , she tried the office. It was the middle of the night, but she knew her
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