so I left a picnic lunch for you in the fridge. Choose any wine from the rack.
Have fun you two and see you at dinner.
Love,
Anna
Rose grinned while she grabbed a cinnamon roll from the plate. They smelled like a little slice of spicy heaven. She was munching happily on the roll and sipp ing her coffee when the delicate scent of fresh linens wafted around her. She glanced around the kitchen for a basket of freshly laundered sheets. Where’s that coming from? I love that smell.
They finished breakfast and sat in an uncomfortable silence sipping coffee.
I need to take this bull by the horns, he thought. “I’d love to have a picnic. Are you game?”
She hesitated. “I’m not sure that’s such a good idea.”
Simon frowned. “Why not?”
“I won’t be here for long and…”
“Please, Rose, have lunch with me. I promise I will be a complete gentleman.”
She studied him with a skeptical expression. “Okay, it could be fun. Anna’s right, it does look like it’ll be a nice day.”
Simon gave her what could only be called a shit-eating grin. “I have a few things to do and then I’ll come back for our lunch.”
Offering him a smile, she said, “Perfect, I need to do laundry anyway.”
A few hours later he returned. “Rose? Are you ready?” He called from the kitchen.
She popped her head out of the laundry. “In a minute, I’m folding the last load.”
“I’ll pack up the food, do you prefer red or white?” he asked.
“White would be wonderful, just give me a minute and I’ll be ready.”
A few minutes later he was holding the door for her as they left the house. He held the picnic basket in one hand and entwined his fingers with hers with the other. He could hear her heart racing and watched her throat work as she swallowed and avoided looking at him. She was such a fascinating contradiction of desire and hesitancy.
There was a gorgeous century old oak laden with Spanish moss close to his home that would be a wonderful location for their lunch date. The moss swayed in the breeze and dripped from the branches until it kissed the ground.
“Is this spot okay with you?” he asked.
He heard her suck in a breath and watched as a smile grew. “It’s so pretty. I like the look of the moss in the trees down here. We don’t have anything like it in Denver.”
Taking the blanket from her, he spread it then helped her sit. Once she was comfortable he placed the basket by the edge and joined her. He tucked his arm behind his head as he lay back and searched the clouds. Simon reached for her hand again, this time slowly, gently, letting her get used to the idea. His fingers slid over hers in a caress. “I see a bear.” Goddess, her skin is incredible.
She gave him a confused frown. “What?”
“In the clouds.” He shielded his eyes and pointed. “See, right there? It’s a bear.”
Smiling excitedly, she lay next to him and searched for a shape. “I’ve never done this before.”
“No way!”
“Really. In the houses I grew up in, there wasn’t much of a yard and the parks weren’t safe, so I never have.”
“Well, then I’m honored to be the first to look for cloud shapes with you. This will be just one of many firsts, I hope.” He looked deeply into her eyes and lifted her knuckles to his lips.
She blushed a pretty shade of pink and avoiding his eyes , searched the clouds. “There!” She pointed excitedly. “A pony.”
“You catch on fast.” He gave her hand a squeeze.
They played the game for twenty minutes before a line of dark clouds filled the sky and the wind picked up. “I think we might get wet.” She said scrutinizing the angry sky.
Suddenly lightning cut across the rolling darkness and thunder boomed. He jumped to his feet and quickly helped her off the blanket then scooped everything into his arms. “Run for my house.” He nodded toward its direction.
They rushed for cover, almost outrunning the rain. Almost. The sky opened and sheets of
Have fun you two and see you at dinner.
Love,
Anna
Rose grinned while she grabbed a cinnamon roll from the plate. They smelled like a little slice of spicy heaven. She was munching happily on the roll and sipp ing her coffee when the delicate scent of fresh linens wafted around her. She glanced around the kitchen for a basket of freshly laundered sheets. Where’s that coming from? I love that smell.
They finished breakfast and sat in an uncomfortable silence sipping coffee.
I need to take this bull by the horns, he thought. “I’d love to have a picnic. Are you game?”
She hesitated. “I’m not sure that’s such a good idea.”
Simon frowned. “Why not?”
“I won’t be here for long and…”
“Please, Rose, have lunch with me. I promise I will be a complete gentleman.”
She studied him with a skeptical expression. “Okay, it could be fun. Anna’s right, it does look like it’ll be a nice day.”
Simon gave her what could only be called a shit-eating grin. “I have a few things to do and then I’ll come back for our lunch.”
Offering him a smile, she said, “Perfect, I need to do laundry anyway.”
A few hours later he returned. “Rose? Are you ready?” He called from the kitchen.
She popped her head out of the laundry. “In a minute, I’m folding the last load.”
“I’ll pack up the food, do you prefer red or white?” he asked.
“White would be wonderful, just give me a minute and I’ll be ready.”
A few minutes later he was holding the door for her as they left the house. He held the picnic basket in one hand and entwined his fingers with hers with the other. He could hear her heart racing and watched her throat work as she swallowed and avoided looking at him. She was such a fascinating contradiction of desire and hesitancy.
There was a gorgeous century old oak laden with Spanish moss close to his home that would be a wonderful location for their lunch date. The moss swayed in the breeze and dripped from the branches until it kissed the ground.
“Is this spot okay with you?” he asked.
He heard her suck in a breath and watched as a smile grew. “It’s so pretty. I like the look of the moss in the trees down here. We don’t have anything like it in Denver.”
Taking the blanket from her, he spread it then helped her sit. Once she was comfortable he placed the basket by the edge and joined her. He tucked his arm behind his head as he lay back and searched the clouds. Simon reached for her hand again, this time slowly, gently, letting her get used to the idea. His fingers slid over hers in a caress. “I see a bear.” Goddess, her skin is incredible.
She gave him a confused frown. “What?”
“In the clouds.” He shielded his eyes and pointed. “See, right there? It’s a bear.”
Smiling excitedly, she lay next to him and searched for a shape. “I’ve never done this before.”
“No way!”
“Really. In the houses I grew up in, there wasn’t much of a yard and the parks weren’t safe, so I never have.”
“Well, then I’m honored to be the first to look for cloud shapes with you. This will be just one of many firsts, I hope.” He looked deeply into her eyes and lifted her knuckles to his lips.
She blushed a pretty shade of pink and avoiding his eyes , searched the clouds. “There!” She pointed excitedly. “A pony.”
“You catch on fast.” He gave her hand a squeeze.
They played the game for twenty minutes before a line of dark clouds filled the sky and the wind picked up. “I think we might get wet.” She said scrutinizing the angry sky.
Suddenly lightning cut across the rolling darkness and thunder boomed. He jumped to his feet and quickly helped her off the blanket then scooped everything into his arms. “Run for my house.” He nodded toward its direction.
They rushed for cover, almost outrunning the rain. Almost. The sky opened and sheets of
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