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see what happens."
Still trying to tell me what to do, I thought. "Not sure about dinner, but I'll take a beer." I looked away first. My brother-in-law jumped into action and dug around in the red cooler full of ice and beer.
He handed me a Coors Lite. "See I got some of the good stuff just for you, Sis. Go ahead and take my turn," he said pointing to the game and spitting some chew on the ground. He gave me a smile. There were bits of tobacco stuck to his front teeth. His lower lip was protruding slightly. He still had the athletic farm boy physique, but between the beer and my sister's cooking he was starting to get a gut.
My sister and Dan had gotten married right after high school and started having kids a couple of years later. Dan had a decent job with benefits as an HVAC technician for the City of Dover for almost ten years. He loved hunting, ATVs, beer, and my sister. He liked to tease me about being prissy, which I’m not, but he couldn't resist waving deer meat at me whenever I came over for dinner.
“I’m not really up for Corn Hole today Dan after last night,” I said.
"Don’t blame you. Heard that Granddaddy showed most of Annapolis his whatnots," he laughed.
For all his redneck idiosyncrasies he had an infectious laugh. I smiled. "He tried too."
He shook his head. "Can't wait 'til I'm that old," he said loudly and spit again. "I'm going to wave my whatnots anywhere I want." His contractor buddies howled. My sister made a face. I didn't want to think about Dan's whatnots waving anywhere.
I opened my beer and took a sip. Yep—just like I remembered. I would definitely be switching to water soon. I'd had enough alcohol in the last twenty-four hours to get me on a rehab reality show. I turned to Rick. “So how’s life been treating you?”
“Well enough, I suppose,” he said thoughtfully. “Doing better now,” he added suggestively.
Was my high school boyfriend actually making a play for me now? I asked myself. And, more importantly, why am I liking it? I needed to get away from his hard body and chiseled good looks for a minute. “I’m going to see if Ashley needs some help.”
He shrugged. “I’ll be here when you get back.”
I hurried off towards the house, picking my way through the screen porch construction to the back door. My sister’s big stupid yellow Lab, Sally, saw me coming and busted through the screen door. Two giant paws connected with my chest and sent me backwards down the stairs. I fell with a thud onto the bare wood floor. Sally licked my face and slobbered on me. I could hear my brother-in-law guffawing in the background. Great.
Granddaddy’s head appeared through the broken screen door. “Stop foolin’ with that idiot dog and get in here. Yer sister needs help and I’m hungry.”
As I pushed Sally off of me, Rick appeared at my side. “You okay?” he asked, helping me up.
“Just fine,” I replied wiping dog drool off my shirt.
He laughed. “Some things never change. Remember that time we were at Brian’s party and you walked into the sliding glass door. How many stitches did you get?”
“The dog knocked me down!” I said testily. “I’m not as clumsy as I used to be. I get up on stage on a regular basis, you know.”
He gave me a smoky look. “That just got my imagination revved up.”
“Well, rev it down!” I said and stomped up the stairs.
It looked like a toy factory had just exploded in the middle of my sister’s living room. Sponge Bob blared loudly on the over-sized television. Her country chic decor was a mixture of wood and Wal-Mart. Wooden shelves with heart-shaped cut outs loaded with country knick knacks adorned the pink and blue striped walls. Ruffled pastel blue curtains covered the windows. Two deer heads were mounted on either side of television. One of the deer’s eyes was crossed. Granddaddy sat on the overstuffed sectional with built-in recliners and wooden flip-down tables, happily munching on a big
Still trying to tell me what to do, I thought. "Not sure about dinner, but I'll take a beer." I looked away first. My brother-in-law jumped into action and dug around in the red cooler full of ice and beer.
He handed me a Coors Lite. "See I got some of the good stuff just for you, Sis. Go ahead and take my turn," he said pointing to the game and spitting some chew on the ground. He gave me a smile. There were bits of tobacco stuck to his front teeth. His lower lip was protruding slightly. He still had the athletic farm boy physique, but between the beer and my sister's cooking he was starting to get a gut.
My sister and Dan had gotten married right after high school and started having kids a couple of years later. Dan had a decent job with benefits as an HVAC technician for the City of Dover for almost ten years. He loved hunting, ATVs, beer, and my sister. He liked to tease me about being prissy, which I’m not, but he couldn't resist waving deer meat at me whenever I came over for dinner.
“I’m not really up for Corn Hole today Dan after last night,” I said.
"Don’t blame you. Heard that Granddaddy showed most of Annapolis his whatnots," he laughed.
For all his redneck idiosyncrasies he had an infectious laugh. I smiled. "He tried too."
He shook his head. "Can't wait 'til I'm that old," he said loudly and spit again. "I'm going to wave my whatnots anywhere I want." His contractor buddies howled. My sister made a face. I didn't want to think about Dan's whatnots waving anywhere.
I opened my beer and took a sip. Yep—just like I remembered. I would definitely be switching to water soon. I'd had enough alcohol in the last twenty-four hours to get me on a rehab reality show. I turned to Rick. “So how’s life been treating you?”
“Well enough, I suppose,” he said thoughtfully. “Doing better now,” he added suggestively.
Was my high school boyfriend actually making a play for me now? I asked myself. And, more importantly, why am I liking it? I needed to get away from his hard body and chiseled good looks for a minute. “I’m going to see if Ashley needs some help.”
He shrugged. “I’ll be here when you get back.”
I hurried off towards the house, picking my way through the screen porch construction to the back door. My sister’s big stupid yellow Lab, Sally, saw me coming and busted through the screen door. Two giant paws connected with my chest and sent me backwards down the stairs. I fell with a thud onto the bare wood floor. Sally licked my face and slobbered on me. I could hear my brother-in-law guffawing in the background. Great.
Granddaddy’s head appeared through the broken screen door. “Stop foolin’ with that idiot dog and get in here. Yer sister needs help and I’m hungry.”
As I pushed Sally off of me, Rick appeared at my side. “You okay?” he asked, helping me up.
“Just fine,” I replied wiping dog drool off my shirt.
He laughed. “Some things never change. Remember that time we were at Brian’s party and you walked into the sliding glass door. How many stitches did you get?”
“The dog knocked me down!” I said testily. “I’m not as clumsy as I used to be. I get up on stage on a regular basis, you know.”
He gave me a smoky look. “That just got my imagination revved up.”
“Well, rev it down!” I said and stomped up the stairs.
It looked like a toy factory had just exploded in the middle of my sister’s living room. Sponge Bob blared loudly on the over-sized television. Her country chic decor was a mixture of wood and Wal-Mart. Wooden shelves with heart-shaped cut outs loaded with country knick knacks adorned the pink and blue striped walls. Ruffled pastel blue curtains covered the windows. Two deer heads were mounted on either side of television. One of the deer’s eyes was crossed. Granddaddy sat on the overstuffed sectional with built-in recliners and wooden flip-down tables, happily munching on a big
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