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travelling?”
“I used to travel a lot.”
“Why not anymore?” She was about to ask whether it was because of his commitments to baseball, but she noticed the expression on his face changed. It was no longer teasing or warm, but distant. It somehow bugged her that she’d opened up to him, but he hid everything. Something inside told her he had a story to tell as well, but knew it was unfair to judge him. Her first judgment had obviously been wrong. Or at least somewhat.
Tamara turned back to the shelf and discovered some mystery and crime books.
“Do you read a lot?” she asked to ease the tension.
“Whenever I can. I’ll have to get more books now that I’m stuck.”
“If you keep your hands off me and promise not to kiss me, I’ll help you out over the next few weeks.” She lifted one shoulder in a shrug. “I haven’t got anything else to do, so I’m happy to help. And—” Stepping closer, she poked her finger on his chest. “I’m doing that because I’ve been there and appreciated the help I got.”
“Don’t you like me kissing you?” he asked with a big grin.
Letting out a big sigh, she replied, “I like it a bit too much.”
Oliver moved her hand and grabbed his crutches. As he made his way towards the door, she stared at his lean body, inviting her to touch. She closed her eyes, then took a deep breath before opening them again to follow him.
“Where are you going?” she shouted after him.
But he didn’t answer, so she followed the ‘clunk clunk’ noise of the crutches on the floor.
“Oliver?”
Tamara nearly crashed into him when he suddenly came out of one of the rooms. A quick glance told her it must’ve been his bedroom. It wasn’t at all what she expected, except for the mess. The room was furnished in white and cream colours as well, except the carpet, which was a deep blue. She liked the colour combination. There were white shutters covering the windows, and a ceiling fan hummed quietly instead of a noisy air conditioner.
Tamara imagined waking up every morning in such a beautiful room.
Holding a set of keys in front of her, Oliver brought her back from her thoughts. “You want to help? How about lunch down in St. Kilda? These walls are driving me insane.”
Suddenly she noticed he’d put on a pale blue shirt and his sandals.
Tamara took the car keys and placed them on the little chest of drawers in the hall. She didn’t want to have lunch with him. She’d been prepared to help him out over the next few days, but lunch? Spending time with him and having a conversation?
These walls are driving me insane.
His words ran through her head. Looking around, she remembered the day her mother had taken her out to the beach after weeks inside her room, too scared to face the world.
“If you don’t mind, I prefer my own car.”
Oliver nodded with a smile on his lips. “Who am I to argue?”
Choking back a laugh, she replied, “You always argue.”
He raised one of his brows slightly, but didn’t say anything.
With a small sigh, Tamara grabbed her bag and retrieved her keys. “Let’s get lunch.”
“Goodo. I’m starving.”
It took them a few minutes to get Oliver into her small car and to store the crutches in the back. In the end, Oliver just placed them next to his seat and she felt somewhat silly. When she turned on the engine the audio came on automatically. It was the CD with the music from the musical she and Jason had seen during their honeymoon in Europe. Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed Oliver’s reaction and switched it off.
“You don’t like musicals?”
He shook his head. “I like good music.”
Tamara laughed. “Define good music.”
She felt his gaze as she turned into the traffic. “There’s no need to define good music. Everyone knows good music, cupcake.”
That conversation didn’t go very well, and she was dreading the rest of the lunch. “Give me the name of a group,” she tried again.
“Ever heard of AC/DC,
“I used to travel a lot.”
“Why not anymore?” She was about to ask whether it was because of his commitments to baseball, but she noticed the expression on his face changed. It was no longer teasing or warm, but distant. It somehow bugged her that she’d opened up to him, but he hid everything. Something inside told her he had a story to tell as well, but knew it was unfair to judge him. Her first judgment had obviously been wrong. Or at least somewhat.
Tamara turned back to the shelf and discovered some mystery and crime books.
“Do you read a lot?” she asked to ease the tension.
“Whenever I can. I’ll have to get more books now that I’m stuck.”
“If you keep your hands off me and promise not to kiss me, I’ll help you out over the next few weeks.” She lifted one shoulder in a shrug. “I haven’t got anything else to do, so I’m happy to help. And—” Stepping closer, she poked her finger on his chest. “I’m doing that because I’ve been there and appreciated the help I got.”
“Don’t you like me kissing you?” he asked with a big grin.
Letting out a big sigh, she replied, “I like it a bit too much.”
Oliver moved her hand and grabbed his crutches. As he made his way towards the door, she stared at his lean body, inviting her to touch. She closed her eyes, then took a deep breath before opening them again to follow him.
“Where are you going?” she shouted after him.
But he didn’t answer, so she followed the ‘clunk clunk’ noise of the crutches on the floor.
“Oliver?”
Tamara nearly crashed into him when he suddenly came out of one of the rooms. A quick glance told her it must’ve been his bedroom. It wasn’t at all what she expected, except for the mess. The room was furnished in white and cream colours as well, except the carpet, which was a deep blue. She liked the colour combination. There were white shutters covering the windows, and a ceiling fan hummed quietly instead of a noisy air conditioner.
Tamara imagined waking up every morning in such a beautiful room.
Holding a set of keys in front of her, Oliver brought her back from her thoughts. “You want to help? How about lunch down in St. Kilda? These walls are driving me insane.”
Suddenly she noticed he’d put on a pale blue shirt and his sandals.
Tamara took the car keys and placed them on the little chest of drawers in the hall. She didn’t want to have lunch with him. She’d been prepared to help him out over the next few days, but lunch? Spending time with him and having a conversation?
These walls are driving me insane.
His words ran through her head. Looking around, she remembered the day her mother had taken her out to the beach after weeks inside her room, too scared to face the world.
“If you don’t mind, I prefer my own car.”
Oliver nodded with a smile on his lips. “Who am I to argue?”
Choking back a laugh, she replied, “You always argue.”
He raised one of his brows slightly, but didn’t say anything.
With a small sigh, Tamara grabbed her bag and retrieved her keys. “Let’s get lunch.”
“Goodo. I’m starving.”
It took them a few minutes to get Oliver into her small car and to store the crutches in the back. In the end, Oliver just placed them next to his seat and she felt somewhat silly. When she turned on the engine the audio came on automatically. It was the CD with the music from the musical she and Jason had seen during their honeymoon in Europe. Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed Oliver’s reaction and switched it off.
“You don’t like musicals?”
He shook his head. “I like good music.”
Tamara laughed. “Define good music.”
She felt his gaze as she turned into the traffic. “There’s no need to define good music. Everyone knows good music, cupcake.”
That conversation didn’t go very well, and she was dreading the rest of the lunch. “Give me the name of a group,” she tried again.
“Ever heard of AC/DC,
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