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Authors: DiDi Hendley
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There’s no way she could live up to that promise now, but the urge to get on the road was strong. Libby shifted uneasily in her seat.
Joe mistook her movement as a need to visit the ladies room and politely stood. When Libby didn’t slide out, Joe excused himself and walked awkwardly toward the restroom. She slid to the edge of the booth and pulled twenty dollars from her pocket, dropping it beside her plate.
As Joe returned to the booth, Libby stood in the doorway and said, “I had no idea it was so late, I really need to be hittin’ the road.”
Joe looked shocked, “Why the rush? Isn’t it kinda late to be driving? I thought you were gonna show me my pictures.”
She made her way out the door. “I promised a friend I’d have morning coffee with her in Las Cruces. I don’t want her to worry.”
Joe pulled cash from his pocket and dropped it on the table, seeing Libby’s money, he gave her a hard look. By this time, the door was closing behind her. With four long, strides, he was catching the door before it closed.
He followed her in silence until they were near the door of the RV. “Hey! What about my pictures? Do you really have to leave in such a hurry?”
She smiled; her reserve could easily fail her looking into such a handsome face. Something about his voice ...she thought. Most women wouldn’t stand a chance. She unlocked the RV door, leaned inside to a small shelf just inside the door and pulled out a business card. She took a deep breath, looked squarely at him and smiled. “Thanks for a very entertaining evening. Why don’t you just get hold of me, somehow, email, phone, whatever works. Just let me know where to send your pictures, and I’ll be happy to share them.” When he didn’t accept the card, she slipped it into his shirt pocket.
He looked surprised. “Something I said? Hey, don’t let Chuck get to you…I know he can be an ass.”
“Nothing like that,” she replied. “We’re just...different. No doubt you know how to show a girl a great time; but I’ve got someplace to be, and maybe it’s just best if I go on my way.”
“Best?” he mocked, stepping close.
She knew he was well-aware of his charms. She imagined he’d won his way countless times. “Joe, don’t make me do this.” She stepped sideways for the RV steps, but miscalculated and caught her ankle, knocking herself off her balance.
His ready arm grabbed her. As she over-corrected, she fell against his chest. His free hand reached for her face and turned it toward his. Before she could react, he kissed her...hard. Libby caught her breath as she tasted the memory of his whiskey: the emotion of the moment sent her scrambling. She pushed against him and fell back onto the RV step.
“Look,” she said angrily as she jumped to her feet, “You’re…I’m just not…I’m not one of your groupies! You can’t just do that--when you feel like it— not with me!” She grew angrier, both at herself and at him. The taste of his whiskey seemed to fuel her fire.
“You’re allowed to have fun, though, right?” his narrowed eyes twinkled in mockery.
“Fun? Ha! This…this’ll end badly…how could it not? And who’s to say I call this fun? For your information, I don’t get involved with random men…especially those who’re just passing through.”
“I’ve known cactus that wasn’t as thorny as you. Sounds like you could use a long night with a good man to get the prickly outta you,” Joe smirked. “And besides, who’s just passing through ?”
“Look, I’m not a ‘one-night stand’ kinda woman—especially with reckless men who have different women in every town—and I know you’ve got a LOT of towns on your agenda. I bet you can’t even remember the name of last night’s bed warmer, can you? You probably kicked her out so you could get your rest…who needs complications in the light of day.
“Hey, I saw how you talked with that person on the phone in the parking lot...all the cursing
Joe mistook her movement as a need to visit the ladies room and politely stood. When Libby didn’t slide out, Joe excused himself and walked awkwardly toward the restroom. She slid to the edge of the booth and pulled twenty dollars from her pocket, dropping it beside her plate.
As Joe returned to the booth, Libby stood in the doorway and said, “I had no idea it was so late, I really need to be hittin’ the road.”
Joe looked shocked, “Why the rush? Isn’t it kinda late to be driving? I thought you were gonna show me my pictures.”
She made her way out the door. “I promised a friend I’d have morning coffee with her in Las Cruces. I don’t want her to worry.”
Joe pulled cash from his pocket and dropped it on the table, seeing Libby’s money, he gave her a hard look. By this time, the door was closing behind her. With four long, strides, he was catching the door before it closed.
He followed her in silence until they were near the door of the RV. “Hey! What about my pictures? Do you really have to leave in such a hurry?”
She smiled; her reserve could easily fail her looking into such a handsome face. Something about his voice ...she thought. Most women wouldn’t stand a chance. She unlocked the RV door, leaned inside to a small shelf just inside the door and pulled out a business card. She took a deep breath, looked squarely at him and smiled. “Thanks for a very entertaining evening. Why don’t you just get hold of me, somehow, email, phone, whatever works. Just let me know where to send your pictures, and I’ll be happy to share them.” When he didn’t accept the card, she slipped it into his shirt pocket.
He looked surprised. “Something I said? Hey, don’t let Chuck get to you…I know he can be an ass.”
“Nothing like that,” she replied. “We’re just...different. No doubt you know how to show a girl a great time; but I’ve got someplace to be, and maybe it’s just best if I go on my way.”
“Best?” he mocked, stepping close.
She knew he was well-aware of his charms. She imagined he’d won his way countless times. “Joe, don’t make me do this.” She stepped sideways for the RV steps, but miscalculated and caught her ankle, knocking herself off her balance.
His ready arm grabbed her. As she over-corrected, she fell against his chest. His free hand reached for her face and turned it toward his. Before she could react, he kissed her...hard. Libby caught her breath as she tasted the memory of his whiskey: the emotion of the moment sent her scrambling. She pushed against him and fell back onto the RV step.
“Look,” she said angrily as she jumped to her feet, “You’re…I’m just not…I’m not one of your groupies! You can’t just do that--when you feel like it— not with me!” She grew angrier, both at herself and at him. The taste of his whiskey seemed to fuel her fire.
“You’re allowed to have fun, though, right?” his narrowed eyes twinkled in mockery.
“Fun? Ha! This…this’ll end badly…how could it not? And who’s to say I call this fun? For your information, I don’t get involved with random men…especially those who’re just passing through.”
“I’ve known cactus that wasn’t as thorny as you. Sounds like you could use a long night with a good man to get the prickly outta you,” Joe smirked. “And besides, who’s just passing through ?”
“Look, I’m not a ‘one-night stand’ kinda woman—especially with reckless men who have different women in every town—and I know you’ve got a LOT of towns on your agenda. I bet you can’t even remember the name of last night’s bed warmer, can you? You probably kicked her out so you could get your rest…who needs complications in the light of day.
“Hey, I saw how you talked with that person on the phone in the parking lot...all the cursing
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