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him have it.”
“Wow. And the guy ate that ugly thing?” Matthew asked excitedly.
“From what my grandfather said, the beggar told them the next day that the fish made for some mighty fine eating,” Caresse concluded at the story’s end.
Roland made a sour face. “The idea of casting a fishing line and having a fish fly out of the water in retaliation isn’t my idea of a culinary delight.”
“We don’t have to worry about Jan fishing or hunting for our dinner. She just buys it and cooks it,” Graham said before he took a hardy bite of roast beef. “She’s a first-rate cook in my book.”
“Thank you. I’m glad you’re enjoying it.” She rested her chin on her laced her fingers and peered over at her little brother. “So, how did you two meet?” Janet started her interrogation.
Roland exhaled loudly, rolled his eyes, and leaned back in his chair.
“We ran into each other at the library. I was there helping Jaiden look up some information,” Graham answered before taking a quick gulp of wine.
“And I was photocopying some items I needed.” Caresse captured Graham’s eyes with hers before Janet continued. There was something in his eyes that made her pulse quicken. He urged her to go on. “I guess we met over the photocopy machine.”
“And how long have you two been dating?” Janet leaned forward.
“We haven’t had a chance to date, per se. We’re still in the getting to know you stage.” She turned to Graham and winked at him. “So how did the two of you meet and marry? You have a beautiful family,” Caresse asked, when she noticed Roland reaching for more beef.
The question caused Roland to glance quickly to the clock, then toward his wife, then back at Graham and Caresse. His brow creased.
Graham leaned back in his seat and happily mouthed, “Yup, no Yankees for you.”
From that moment forward, Janet took over the rest of the dinner conversation. Graham was delighted his sister had a chance to relive her courtship with Roland, while her husband looked as uneasy as a virgin in a brothel.
By the time Janet served the lemon-meringue pie, the storm was full force over the township. Soon the lights flickered, then all of the electricity in the neighborhood went out, effectively putting an end to the dinner conversation.
“Everyone, relax. I’ll get the flashlights and the battery-powered radio.” Roland groaned wearily. “Jan, you better light the candles.”
“We’re lucky power cut off after dinner,” Little John said in the darkness. “I couldn’t find my mouth.”
Everyone laughed, to the four-year-old’s delight.
After Janet and Caresse placed the boys in their beds and read them a chapter on the life of Muhammad Ali, Caresse searched for Graham. She found him in the living room on the loveseat going through her folder on the Mason Center. Since the air-conditioner was no longer working, Graham removed his jacket and tie, then unbuttoned a few buttons on his shirt. “Please make yourself at home, Caresse. It’s starting to get warm, but this is the coolest place in the house.”
“I’m fine. We can go over the data I brought on the center.” Caresse moved closer to him to review the list of volunteers in his hands.
“In one minute,” he said, closing the folder. “Why didn’t you correct Janet when she asked about us dating?”
“If I stated we weren’t dating, your family would play matchmaker all night. I was rescuing you.”
“Really?” He locked eyes with her, then slowly lowered his glance over her body. The intensity of his gaze made her shudder. When he began to finger the fabric of her jacket, a new and unexpected warmth surged through her. “You should remove this.”
She nodded, and he assisted her by slowly sliding it off her shoulders. He let out a low moan and inhaled deeply as his fingers gentle caressed her arms. The way he made such a simple act seem intimate made her lightheaded. Was he as turned on as she?
She leaned closer
“Wow. And the guy ate that ugly thing?” Matthew asked excitedly.
“From what my grandfather said, the beggar told them the next day that the fish made for some mighty fine eating,” Caresse concluded at the story’s end.
Roland made a sour face. “The idea of casting a fishing line and having a fish fly out of the water in retaliation isn’t my idea of a culinary delight.”
“We don’t have to worry about Jan fishing or hunting for our dinner. She just buys it and cooks it,” Graham said before he took a hardy bite of roast beef. “She’s a first-rate cook in my book.”
“Thank you. I’m glad you’re enjoying it.” She rested her chin on her laced her fingers and peered over at her little brother. “So, how did you two meet?” Janet started her interrogation.
Roland exhaled loudly, rolled his eyes, and leaned back in his chair.
“We ran into each other at the library. I was there helping Jaiden look up some information,” Graham answered before taking a quick gulp of wine.
“And I was photocopying some items I needed.” Caresse captured Graham’s eyes with hers before Janet continued. There was something in his eyes that made her pulse quicken. He urged her to go on. “I guess we met over the photocopy machine.”
“And how long have you two been dating?” Janet leaned forward.
“We haven’t had a chance to date, per se. We’re still in the getting to know you stage.” She turned to Graham and winked at him. “So how did the two of you meet and marry? You have a beautiful family,” Caresse asked, when she noticed Roland reaching for more beef.
The question caused Roland to glance quickly to the clock, then toward his wife, then back at Graham and Caresse. His brow creased.
Graham leaned back in his seat and happily mouthed, “Yup, no Yankees for you.”
From that moment forward, Janet took over the rest of the dinner conversation. Graham was delighted his sister had a chance to relive her courtship with Roland, while her husband looked as uneasy as a virgin in a brothel.
By the time Janet served the lemon-meringue pie, the storm was full force over the township. Soon the lights flickered, then all of the electricity in the neighborhood went out, effectively putting an end to the dinner conversation.
“Everyone, relax. I’ll get the flashlights and the battery-powered radio.” Roland groaned wearily. “Jan, you better light the candles.”
“We’re lucky power cut off after dinner,” Little John said in the darkness. “I couldn’t find my mouth.”
Everyone laughed, to the four-year-old’s delight.
After Janet and Caresse placed the boys in their beds and read them a chapter on the life of Muhammad Ali, Caresse searched for Graham. She found him in the living room on the loveseat going through her folder on the Mason Center. Since the air-conditioner was no longer working, Graham removed his jacket and tie, then unbuttoned a few buttons on his shirt. “Please make yourself at home, Caresse. It’s starting to get warm, but this is the coolest place in the house.”
“I’m fine. We can go over the data I brought on the center.” Caresse moved closer to him to review the list of volunteers in his hands.
“In one minute,” he said, closing the folder. “Why didn’t you correct Janet when she asked about us dating?”
“If I stated we weren’t dating, your family would play matchmaker all night. I was rescuing you.”
“Really?” He locked eyes with her, then slowly lowered his glance over her body. The intensity of his gaze made her shudder. When he began to finger the fabric of her jacket, a new and unexpected warmth surged through her. “You should remove this.”
She nodded, and he assisted her by slowly sliding it off her shoulders. He let out a low moan and inhaled deeply as his fingers gentle caressed her arms. The way he made such a simple act seem intimate made her lightheaded. Was he as turned on as she?
She leaned closer
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