Harris.”
“Yes, ma’am. I’ll see you
soon.”
“Bye, Colt.”
Ending the call, she went in to her
computer, hooked up her phone and printed out all five of the pictures he’d
sent her. She knew the one of him in the white shirt and grey jacket was
going to make its way onto her desk at work. The others she’d place in
her bedroom on her bedside table.
She decided he needed more pictures
of her, just to be fair, so she spent the next hour or so combing through her
picture files on the computer, looking for shots that would be good to send
him. She didn’t really have any professional quality pictures, but
luckily her friends were picture nuts and constantly tagged her in the pictures
they posted on their Facebook pages so she did have some good ones to choose
from.
After finding and sending four that
she thought he would like, she finally changed out of her work clothes and set
about making her dinner. While she ate, she looked around her small house
with a critical eye, knowing that if things continued to progress with Colt, he
would be coming to her house at some point. How would someone who lived
in such a luxurious house as his view her little 1950s era house? The
only updates she’d done since her parents died were to paint the walls and rip
up the carpet in the living and dining areas and sand and refinish the wood
floors instead. The bedrooms still had the original carpeting that she
was saving up to replace. Still, while small and old, she kept the house
clean and neat and organized. Would it impress him that she was able to
maintain a house on her own or would it’s lack of sophistication be a turn-off
for him? Coming into her neighborhood and seeing her house would be his
first real indication of the fact that she had not grown up in quite the same
way he had. Would it make a difference to him, seeing where she
lived? Knowing she didn’t really come from a wealthy family and actually
seeing the proof of it were two different things. She wondered if he
really could accept her even though she came from a much different world than
his.
Colt had never cared about leaving
for one of these jobs for his former team leader until now. Before, if
Claire and the girls hadn’t needed him, he’d accept the occasional job Mike
Casiano threw his way, just to break the tedium of civilian life. As he
scrolled back and forth between the pictures Sarah had sent him, he knew his
heart and focus were really not into the job at hand, and that irritated
him. He’d just met the girl, for Pete’s sake! Just met her, and
couldn’t get her out of his head. He thought about her all the time, no
matter what he was doing.
God, he was behaving like a lovesick
teenager! Glancing back down at his phone, at the picture of her on her
bed, he knew he was in trouble. How could someone he just met be this
deep into his thoughts?
“Hey,” his former colleague, Tessa
Kelly, now Tessa McCanton said, coming to sit beside him. “Whatcha
looking at?”
He scrolled to one of the pictures
Sarah just sent and then turned the phone to face Tessa. She looked down
at it and then back up at him, eyes wide in question.
“Her name is Sarah. I just met
her on Friday.”
“Really? And you’re sitting
here staring at her picture? She must be something.”
He smirked at her. “Well, she
just sent the pictures about five minutes ago so I haven’t had long to look at
them.”
“So, what’s the story with her?”
He turned the phone back around and
studied the picture, memorizing every detail. He told Tessa how they met
and that he’d spent Friday evening and most of Saturday with her. He saw
a slow smile spread across his friend’s face and it made him shift in his seat,
a little uncomfortable with her knowing smile.
“Oh, relax, Colt, I’m not going to
give you a hard time about her. I think it’s great that you’ve met
someone.”
He chuckled.
“Yes, ma’am. I’ll see you
soon.”
“Bye, Colt.”
Ending the call, she went in to her
computer, hooked up her phone and printed out all five of the pictures he’d
sent her. She knew the one of him in the white shirt and grey jacket was
going to make its way onto her desk at work. The others she’d place in
her bedroom on her bedside table.
She decided he needed more pictures
of her, just to be fair, so she spent the next hour or so combing through her
picture files on the computer, looking for shots that would be good to send
him. She didn’t really have any professional quality pictures, but
luckily her friends were picture nuts and constantly tagged her in the pictures
they posted on their Facebook pages so she did have some good ones to choose
from.
After finding and sending four that
she thought he would like, she finally changed out of her work clothes and set
about making her dinner. While she ate, she looked around her small house
with a critical eye, knowing that if things continued to progress with Colt, he
would be coming to her house at some point. How would someone who lived
in such a luxurious house as his view her little 1950s era house? The
only updates she’d done since her parents died were to paint the walls and rip
up the carpet in the living and dining areas and sand and refinish the wood
floors instead. The bedrooms still had the original carpeting that she
was saving up to replace. Still, while small and old, she kept the house
clean and neat and organized. Would it impress him that she was able to
maintain a house on her own or would it’s lack of sophistication be a turn-off
for him? Coming into her neighborhood and seeing her house would be his
first real indication of the fact that she had not grown up in quite the same
way he had. Would it make a difference to him, seeing where she
lived? Knowing she didn’t really come from a wealthy family and actually
seeing the proof of it were two different things. She wondered if he
really could accept her even though she came from a much different world than
his.
Colt had never cared about leaving
for one of these jobs for his former team leader until now. Before, if
Claire and the girls hadn’t needed him, he’d accept the occasional job Mike
Casiano threw his way, just to break the tedium of civilian life. As he
scrolled back and forth between the pictures Sarah had sent him, he knew his
heart and focus were really not into the job at hand, and that irritated
him. He’d just met the girl, for Pete’s sake! Just met her, and
couldn’t get her out of his head. He thought about her all the time, no
matter what he was doing.
God, he was behaving like a lovesick
teenager! Glancing back down at his phone, at the picture of her on her
bed, he knew he was in trouble. How could someone he just met be this
deep into his thoughts?
“Hey,” his former colleague, Tessa
Kelly, now Tessa McCanton said, coming to sit beside him. “Whatcha
looking at?”
He scrolled to one of the pictures
Sarah just sent and then turned the phone to face Tessa. She looked down
at it and then back up at him, eyes wide in question.
“Her name is Sarah. I just met
her on Friday.”
“Really? And you’re sitting
here staring at her picture? She must be something.”
He smirked at her. “Well, she
just sent the pictures about five minutes ago so I haven’t had long to look at
them.”
“So, what’s the story with her?”
He turned the phone back around and
studied the picture, memorizing every detail. He told Tessa how they met
and that he’d spent Friday evening and most of Saturday with her. He saw
a slow smile spread across his friend’s face and it made him shift in his seat,
a little uncomfortable with her knowing smile.
“Oh, relax, Colt, I’m not going to
give you a hard time about her. I think it’s great that you’ve met
someone.”
He chuckled.
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