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deep voice.
Lucy turned to him. She was, in a word, stunned. Did he just say she was beautiful? Oh, God! Her belly was really bubbling up in a tingly way. Oh, God! “Thank you,” she replied sheepishly as she looked out at the scenery, trying to avoid his gaze. This was stupid. She was a grown woman. What was she afraid of?
“You want on some music?” Antonio asked with a dimpled grin.
“Sure. Can you get one of those oldies station or easy-listening channels?”
Antonio reached over the satellite radio and set it to a station.
Before she knew it, the song “Never Knew Love Like This” by Stephanie Mills boomed through the speakers. Lucy thought she would faint. Good thing she was sitting. The smooth, soul ballad with the catchy melodic tune sounded: "I never knew love like this before, now I’m lonely never more...since you came into my life...”
Oh, God! Lucy felt as if she could sink into her seat. What a coincidence for that song to play! How embarrassing. The song was one of the most beautiful ballads she’d ever heard. An old eighties tune but it certainly couldn’t have spoken for the mood any more than it did. It was as if Antonio’s car was alive and played music to what a person thought inside his or her mind.
Antonio glanced in her direction and his grin grew wider. Great! He sure was enjoying this, wasn’t he? He probably thought she was in love with him or some such nonsense. Egotist.
“Nice choice. The station, I mean,” he quipped.
Lucy resisted the urge to playfully slap his muscular arm. She wanted to pinch him but she didn’t.
She rolled her eyes and shook her head in amusement. By the time that song ended, the beautiful ballad “Lost in Your Eyes” by Debbie Gibson played. It had to be one of her all time favorites. Both of them were quiet in the car for a moment as they pulled up to the top of the hill with the gorgeous view of the mansion and the enormous green spread below.
“Well, we’re here. What do you think of the view?” Antonio seemed a bit more mellow. Was it the music? Could a beautiful ballad really tame the beast, so to speak?
She got out of the car slowly as he held the door open for her. “Thank you,” she said.
“You’re a very polite woman,” he commented. “You must have said thank you at least three hundred times since this afternoon,” he surmised with a boyish grin. "But who's counting?"
She would not say thank you to that comment. She willed herself not to. Gosh, he was right. She was very over-thankful for everything, if one could call it that.
Antonio took that opportunity to grill Lucy about her life. What she enjoyed and what she didn’t and how noble it was for her to take over her auntie’s business, though he still wanted to discuss letting his grandfather down as gently as possible. He loved that old man. Lucy asked him about his own family since clearly he knew much about her.
Antonio was closed at first but as they meandered around the hillside they got to talking more. He loved to capture the beautiful scenic images, and in fact, he owned a mini gallery in one of the cottages where he displayed his artwork and nature photography. He even showed her some images on his smartphone. Lucy was awestruck. His mood darkened somewhat when she asked him about his father. He didn’t want to delve too much into his father’s passing and what type of man he was. And what Lucy noticed more was the pain in Antonio’s eyes when he answered a question about his mother. She was alive but it sure didn’t feel like it. He didn’t want to discuss anything about his mother. She was off limits apparently. Period. Done with. A nonissue. Lucy wondered in horror about what type of relationship they might have had for him to never want to trust women. Perhaps there was more to the story than the little she had heard. There must have been. Antonio was a sweet, resourceful man who gave a lot to the community, though he never spoke directly of it. While
Lucy turned to him. She was, in a word, stunned. Did he just say she was beautiful? Oh, God! Her belly was really bubbling up in a tingly way. Oh, God! “Thank you,” she replied sheepishly as she looked out at the scenery, trying to avoid his gaze. This was stupid. She was a grown woman. What was she afraid of?
“You want on some music?” Antonio asked with a dimpled grin.
“Sure. Can you get one of those oldies station or easy-listening channels?”
Antonio reached over the satellite radio and set it to a station.
Before she knew it, the song “Never Knew Love Like This” by Stephanie Mills boomed through the speakers. Lucy thought she would faint. Good thing she was sitting. The smooth, soul ballad with the catchy melodic tune sounded: "I never knew love like this before, now I’m lonely never more...since you came into my life...”
Oh, God! Lucy felt as if she could sink into her seat. What a coincidence for that song to play! How embarrassing. The song was one of the most beautiful ballads she’d ever heard. An old eighties tune but it certainly couldn’t have spoken for the mood any more than it did. It was as if Antonio’s car was alive and played music to what a person thought inside his or her mind.
Antonio glanced in her direction and his grin grew wider. Great! He sure was enjoying this, wasn’t he? He probably thought she was in love with him or some such nonsense. Egotist.
“Nice choice. The station, I mean,” he quipped.
Lucy resisted the urge to playfully slap his muscular arm. She wanted to pinch him but she didn’t.
She rolled her eyes and shook her head in amusement. By the time that song ended, the beautiful ballad “Lost in Your Eyes” by Debbie Gibson played. It had to be one of her all time favorites. Both of them were quiet in the car for a moment as they pulled up to the top of the hill with the gorgeous view of the mansion and the enormous green spread below.
“Well, we’re here. What do you think of the view?” Antonio seemed a bit more mellow. Was it the music? Could a beautiful ballad really tame the beast, so to speak?
She got out of the car slowly as he held the door open for her. “Thank you,” she said.
“You’re a very polite woman,” he commented. “You must have said thank you at least three hundred times since this afternoon,” he surmised with a boyish grin. "But who's counting?"
She would not say thank you to that comment. She willed herself not to. Gosh, he was right. She was very over-thankful for everything, if one could call it that.
Antonio took that opportunity to grill Lucy about her life. What she enjoyed and what she didn’t and how noble it was for her to take over her auntie’s business, though he still wanted to discuss letting his grandfather down as gently as possible. He loved that old man. Lucy asked him about his own family since clearly he knew much about her.
Antonio was closed at first but as they meandered around the hillside they got to talking more. He loved to capture the beautiful scenic images, and in fact, he owned a mini gallery in one of the cottages where he displayed his artwork and nature photography. He even showed her some images on his smartphone. Lucy was awestruck. His mood darkened somewhat when she asked him about his father. He didn’t want to delve too much into his father’s passing and what type of man he was. And what Lucy noticed more was the pain in Antonio’s eyes when he answered a question about his mother. She was alive but it sure didn’t feel like it. He didn’t want to discuss anything about his mother. She was off limits apparently. Period. Done with. A nonissue. Lucy wondered in horror about what type of relationship they might have had for him to never want to trust women. Perhaps there was more to the story than the little she had heard. There must have been. Antonio was a sweet, resourceful man who gave a lot to the community, though he never spoke directly of it. While
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