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Authors: Kathleen Shaputis
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She seemed more beautiful today; the layers of a soft blue dress showed off her tiny waist and slender hips. Tendrils of curls bordering the creamy white skin of her exposed neck caught his attention. Visions of standing close, kissing her neck, clouded his mind as he imagined how perfect she’d feel in his arms.
He set the box on the counter behind her while the constant movement of her hands piqued his interest. How long did it take a woman to dry her hands? He stepped closer, breathing in her sweet smell. Pulling the clipboard from the box, he stuttered, “Hey, long time no see, Rogue.”
“Bruce, my boy,” Putney’s voice boomed. “Always on time.”
Rogue excused herself in a breathy tone. Both Bruce and Putney watched her dash from the kitchen before their eyes met.
“There’s one edgy wee bunny.” Putney moved to the counter pawing through the supplies. “You havena hurt the young lass’s feelings with your chivalry since last evening, have ya?” She laughed at herself.
He felt his face grow hot. Putney’s digs to his heart were becoming personal. “All I said this morning was ‘hey.’ I havena been near the castle since last night. I thought she’d be happy to see me, but she ran off like I had horns sprouting out of my head.”
“Did you no think of saying a wee bit of how nice she looked for our guests?” She signed the papers and gave him back the clipboard.
“I dinna have time to notice much, let alone get anything said before she bolted.” He ducked his head.
“Ya lie no better than your da used to. Ya noticed the girl.” Putney slapped her hands against her aproned thigh. “MacKenzie had quite a way with the ladies over the years. I canna tell you the gossip of his good looks among the working women folk.” She pulled a bag of onions from the box.
“My da, you say?” Bruce unpacked the rest of the supplies on the counter, curious about the man he missed most in life. “You’re mad. My da loved me mam more than life itself.”
“Aye, he did, lad. But your sweet mam has been gone since you were in short pants. Your da was a sight of glory among me friends. They’d get so impatient for his deliveries and to enjoy a smile from the man. Nothing more, mind ya, just a wee bit of flirting causing no harm. Ya have his good looks.” She tilted her head to the side. “Ya fancy our wee Rogue, do ya?”
Frozen, he wished he could sink through the floor. The muscles in his biceps twitched in nervousness. “I willna say no to your direct question and be called a liar.”
“Hmm.” Putney snorted with a cheeky grin. “As I suspected. Took ya long enough to come around.”
Scuffing his feet, Bruce pushed away from the counter’s edge and picked up the empty crate. “Took months, I’ll remind ya, to get her to even look at me. Mind ya not go telling tales, now.”
Putney chuckled. “I’ll no spread tales of your heart, if you man up and tell her something of your own. Anything will do, aye?”
Squaring his shoulders, Bruce let himself out. Biddy old woman putting foolish ideas in his head that Rogue would ever give him a serious glance, with the castle’s fancy parties and weddings bringing celebrities and millionaires in her face. She did look a bit weary today, flushed. And so much more beautiful with the blush of a rose on her cheeks and her lips holding a wee bit of luscious shine. He wished he had said something about how wonderful she looked instead of just “hey.”
Bruce walked right into the back fender of his van. The spear of pain in his knee knocked the visions of Rogue from his mind. Searching the area to see if anyone noticed, he tossed the crate on the stack of empties in the back and yanked on the waist of his jeans before slamming the doors. Climbing into the driver’s seat, a vision of his dad smiling and laughing in Putney’s kitchen popped up.
“Dinna tell me ya flirted with the cooks, old man.” He smacked his hand against his forehead. “Now ya
He set the box on the counter behind her while the constant movement of her hands piqued his interest. How long did it take a woman to dry her hands? He stepped closer, breathing in her sweet smell. Pulling the clipboard from the box, he stuttered, “Hey, long time no see, Rogue.”
“Bruce, my boy,” Putney’s voice boomed. “Always on time.”
Rogue excused herself in a breathy tone. Both Bruce and Putney watched her dash from the kitchen before their eyes met.
“There’s one edgy wee bunny.” Putney moved to the counter pawing through the supplies. “You havena hurt the young lass’s feelings with your chivalry since last evening, have ya?” She laughed at herself.
He felt his face grow hot. Putney’s digs to his heart were becoming personal. “All I said this morning was ‘hey.’ I havena been near the castle since last night. I thought she’d be happy to see me, but she ran off like I had horns sprouting out of my head.”
“Did you no think of saying a wee bit of how nice she looked for our guests?” She signed the papers and gave him back the clipboard.
“I dinna have time to notice much, let alone get anything said before she bolted.” He ducked his head.
“Ya lie no better than your da used to. Ya noticed the girl.” Putney slapped her hands against her aproned thigh. “MacKenzie had quite a way with the ladies over the years. I canna tell you the gossip of his good looks among the working women folk.” She pulled a bag of onions from the box.
“My da, you say?” Bruce unpacked the rest of the supplies on the counter, curious about the man he missed most in life. “You’re mad. My da loved me mam more than life itself.”
“Aye, he did, lad. But your sweet mam has been gone since you were in short pants. Your da was a sight of glory among me friends. They’d get so impatient for his deliveries and to enjoy a smile from the man. Nothing more, mind ya, just a wee bit of flirting causing no harm. Ya have his good looks.” She tilted her head to the side. “Ya fancy our wee Rogue, do ya?”
Frozen, he wished he could sink through the floor. The muscles in his biceps twitched in nervousness. “I willna say no to your direct question and be called a liar.”
“Hmm.” Putney snorted with a cheeky grin. “As I suspected. Took ya long enough to come around.”
Scuffing his feet, Bruce pushed away from the counter’s edge and picked up the empty crate. “Took months, I’ll remind ya, to get her to even look at me. Mind ya not go telling tales, now.”
Putney chuckled. “I’ll no spread tales of your heart, if you man up and tell her something of your own. Anything will do, aye?”
Squaring his shoulders, Bruce let himself out. Biddy old woman putting foolish ideas in his head that Rogue would ever give him a serious glance, with the castle’s fancy parties and weddings bringing celebrities and millionaires in her face. She did look a bit weary today, flushed. And so much more beautiful with the blush of a rose on her cheeks and her lips holding a wee bit of luscious shine. He wished he had said something about how wonderful she looked instead of just “hey.”
Bruce walked right into the back fender of his van. The spear of pain in his knee knocked the visions of Rogue from his mind. Searching the area to see if anyone noticed, he tossed the crate on the stack of empties in the back and yanked on the waist of his jeans before slamming the doors. Climbing into the driver’s seat, a vision of his dad smiling and laughing in Putney’s kitchen popped up.
“Dinna tell me ya flirted with the cooks, old man.” He smacked his hand against his forehead. “Now ya
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