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overpowering her.
Allie saw Marty standing outside on his back porch, his hands shoved into his pockets, staring into the night sky. Allie ran upstairs and changed her clothes, choosing to ignore what she was doing. She slipped on a yellow sundress, tucked her sketches for Marty’s wall under her arm, and ran down the stairs.
She walked across the deck, making her way over to Marty’s house through the backyard. Her hair blew off her shoulders in the soft night breeze. The air licked her skin through the thin material of her dress. Marty didn’t hear her until she stepped on a loose patio stone, causing a knocking sound.
“Hey, Allie, I didn’t see you there.” Marty walked over to the edge of the porch.
“Hi, I, um, have your rough sketches.” Allie removed them from under her arm.
“Nice. Let’s go in and take a look.” He slid the door open, gesturing for her to step in ahead of him. A small light above the stove was on. The kitchen had a glow of an eclipse.
Allie followed Marty’s eyes as they vertically scanned her body. She could look as good as Tess, in her own individual way. In her mind the battle was already raging. Allie wanted her uniqueness to be appealing to Marty. Her thoughts were jarring, the voice in her head unrecognizable. The things she’d said to Tess about not being in competition with her, or accusing her of being jealous—she had been wrong. Her inner being had become an angry mass, simmering with volcanic proportions. She could be what Marty wants or needs. A woman didn’t have to look like Tess, or behave like her, to achieve and maintain her catch. That way of thinking would be Tess’s mistake. She just didn’t realize it yet.
“Would you like coffee? It’s fresh.” Marty had a mug in his hand.
“Sure.” She walked over to the counter, leaning against it, watching Marty fill two mugs. “Couldn’t keep the wild animal caged, could you?” Allie’s snide remark had her lips twisting into a smirk.
“What did you just say?” Marty laughed, attempting to shake off her comment. He faced her.
“You heard me.” Allie folded her arms across her chest.
He handed the mug to her. “Ah, no. I suppose Tess’s swinging will come first.” He sipped his coffee. “It doesn’t look like she would put that to rest for any type of relationship.”
“That’s too bad for her,” Allie said smugly, staring at him over the rim of her steaming mug, her personality showing a new side of itself. Her premeditated thoughts began to run wild.
“Is it, Allie? Because I think it may be the other way around.” Marty squinted at her, his tone flat.
“Why don’t you take me to Readington, Marty? Then we can see what Tess won’t give up for you. Being a woman, I can certainly tell you whose loss it is.” Allie walked over to the sink and dumped her coffee. When she turned around Marty was frozen, obviously taken aback by her behavior.
“Well, are you going to feel degraded, or face your competition and realize how pathetic it really is and move on?” Allie moved across the kitchen, standing closer to him. Marty’s full lips were inches away from hers. His eyes were fixed on her face while he ruminated over how he should respond. Marty looked lost, unable to come up with an answer. “Should I wait for you in the truck?” she asked, her sharp tone slicing through the quiet kitchen.
Chapter 11
Marty pulled onto Route 28. The cool evening breeze blew through the cab of the truck, lifting Allie’s hair off her shoulders. She felt a surge of premature gratification. She was sure she could get Marty to realize that no woman was worth having to settle, let alone share with an entire community of sexually self-absorbed people. He was quiet for most of the ride. When he turned off onto a desolate, rural road, he turned and broke through the silence.
“We’re not going in, right?” His eyes widened at his own question. Allie sensed that Marty was a bit off balance with her
Allie saw Marty standing outside on his back porch, his hands shoved into his pockets, staring into the night sky. Allie ran upstairs and changed her clothes, choosing to ignore what she was doing. She slipped on a yellow sundress, tucked her sketches for Marty’s wall under her arm, and ran down the stairs.
She walked across the deck, making her way over to Marty’s house through the backyard. Her hair blew off her shoulders in the soft night breeze. The air licked her skin through the thin material of her dress. Marty didn’t hear her until she stepped on a loose patio stone, causing a knocking sound.
“Hey, Allie, I didn’t see you there.” Marty walked over to the edge of the porch.
“Hi, I, um, have your rough sketches.” Allie removed them from under her arm.
“Nice. Let’s go in and take a look.” He slid the door open, gesturing for her to step in ahead of him. A small light above the stove was on. The kitchen had a glow of an eclipse.
Allie followed Marty’s eyes as they vertically scanned her body. She could look as good as Tess, in her own individual way. In her mind the battle was already raging. Allie wanted her uniqueness to be appealing to Marty. Her thoughts were jarring, the voice in her head unrecognizable. The things she’d said to Tess about not being in competition with her, or accusing her of being jealous—she had been wrong. Her inner being had become an angry mass, simmering with volcanic proportions. She could be what Marty wants or needs. A woman didn’t have to look like Tess, or behave like her, to achieve and maintain her catch. That way of thinking would be Tess’s mistake. She just didn’t realize it yet.
“Would you like coffee? It’s fresh.” Marty had a mug in his hand.
“Sure.” She walked over to the counter, leaning against it, watching Marty fill two mugs. “Couldn’t keep the wild animal caged, could you?” Allie’s snide remark had her lips twisting into a smirk.
“What did you just say?” Marty laughed, attempting to shake off her comment. He faced her.
“You heard me.” Allie folded her arms across her chest.
He handed the mug to her. “Ah, no. I suppose Tess’s swinging will come first.” He sipped his coffee. “It doesn’t look like she would put that to rest for any type of relationship.”
“That’s too bad for her,” Allie said smugly, staring at him over the rim of her steaming mug, her personality showing a new side of itself. Her premeditated thoughts began to run wild.
“Is it, Allie? Because I think it may be the other way around.” Marty squinted at her, his tone flat.
“Why don’t you take me to Readington, Marty? Then we can see what Tess won’t give up for you. Being a woman, I can certainly tell you whose loss it is.” Allie walked over to the sink and dumped her coffee. When she turned around Marty was frozen, obviously taken aback by her behavior.
“Well, are you going to feel degraded, or face your competition and realize how pathetic it really is and move on?” Allie moved across the kitchen, standing closer to him. Marty’s full lips were inches away from hers. His eyes were fixed on her face while he ruminated over how he should respond. Marty looked lost, unable to come up with an answer. “Should I wait for you in the truck?” she asked, her sharp tone slicing through the quiet kitchen.
Chapter 11
Marty pulled onto Route 28. The cool evening breeze blew through the cab of the truck, lifting Allie’s hair off her shoulders. She felt a surge of premature gratification. She was sure she could get Marty to realize that no woman was worth having to settle, let alone share with an entire community of sexually self-absorbed people. He was quiet for most of the ride. When he turned off onto a desolate, rural road, he turned and broke through the silence.
“We’re not going in, right?” His eyes widened at his own question. Allie sensed that Marty was a bit off balance with her
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