Read Online Now & Forever 3 - Blind love by Jean C. Joachim - Free Book Online

body isn’t the same as it was at
thirty,” she said, lowering her gaze.
    “Firm bodies are great but so are sharp minds, a sense of
humor and affection. The same is true of men. What was once part of my chest
seems to have traveled south. But love and sex at this age aren’t as much about
body type as about other things,” Sam explained, taking a sip of wine.
    “Like what? I never heard of a man wanting to sleep with a
woman because she had a good personality,” Pat said, choking back a laugh.
    “True. Having things in common can be an aphrodisiac.
Although looks don’t hurt,” Sam said, smiling at his pretty companion.
    “I’m glad to hear that. I dropped the word ‘firm’ from my
vocabulary over the past ten years,” Pat said, laughing.
    After the meal was over, Sam brought Pat home.
    “Next Saturday, they’re having a Cary Grant festival at the university.
Would you like to go with me?”
    “What fun! I’d love to go. What’s playing?”
    “ Only Angels Have Wings and Mr. Lucky . Not his best or even
my favorites, but I’d be happy to see either one. Your choice.”
    “Let’s see Mr. Lucky ,
he’s sexier in that one,” Pat suggested. “What is your favorite Cary Grant
movie?” she asked.
    “I like Bringing Up
Baby . It’s funny and has Katharine Hepburn too. Do you have a favorite?”
Sam asked her.
    “I love his lesser known one, Holiday , also with Katharine Hepburn.”
    “I’ll check on the time. Would you like to grab dinner
first?”
    “Delightful,” she said, putting her hand on his arm.
    “I’ll call you with the time. Goodnight,” he said.
    “Goodnight. Thank you for a lovely evening,” Pat said.
    Before he turned to leave she got up on tiptoes to kiss him. He
pulled her into his arms, kissing her again, with more finesse, slowly parting
her lips and gently probing her mouth with his tongue. She gasped, so he backed
off, stepping back from her. Pat’s wide-eyed stare made her look like a deer in
the headlights.
    “I’m sorry. I don’t mean to be rushing you, but that kiss…”
    “I know. I started it. This is all so new to me…I hope you’ll
be patient with me. I don’t know what I’m doing,” she confessed, heat evident
in her cheeks.
    He smiled at her. “You’re worth waiting for, Patsy,” he said
affectionately.
    “No one has called me that since I was twelve!” she said,
laughing.
    “Is it okay?”
    “It’s fine…more than fine,” she said, smiling.
    “Goodnight,” Sam said, kissing her hand and returning to his
car.
    Sam kicked himself all the way home. Here I criticize Peter and look what I did. I rushed her! Like a bull
in a china shop, I came charging in. He liked her honesty and her sense of
humor…her kisses and her breasts were pretty terrific. Knowing she liked Cary
Grant pleased him, although Sam suspected all women over a certain age had a
“thing” for Cary Grant.
    When he returned home, Peter was up.
    “How was your date, Dad?” Peter asked, turning his attention
away from the television news.
    “Fine.”
    “Did you score?” Peter teased, his eyes twinkling.
    “If you were any smaller I’d slap your face for asking me
that,” Sam said, taking off his sports jacket.
    “Why?” Peter said, feigning ignorance, his eyes wide.
    “If you don’t know what’s an appropriate question for your
father, then I haven’t done a very good job raising you,” Sam said, angry and
embarrassed.
    “Can’t you take a joke? You’re becoming a prude.”
    “I think I’ve always been a prude in your mind, Pete.”
    “So, did you have a good time?” Peter clicked off the television.
    “I did, thank you,” Sam responded, calming down.
    “Are you going to ask her out again?”
    “Maybe. Why all the interest?”
    “Simply showing love and concern for my father,” Peter said,
carrying a half-empty bowl of pretzels into the kitchen.
    “You’re up to something,” Sam said, his eyes narrowed as he
unbuttoned his shirt.
    “I’m