iceberg watchin' yet?"
" Icebergs!" Instantly, she felt like a kid on Christmas morning. "No! I really want to see them. There haven't been any come by George and Moira's. I've been watching. I wasn't sure where to go. There have been so many sightings on the internet. I was hoping to…what?" She stopped her babbling, dazzled by his quick grin, and the tiny creases at the corners of his eyes, mesmerized by the dimple in his right cheek, and his slightly crooked eye tooth. Her tongue unconsciously slid over her own.
" Yer moods're quick to change, Spitfire. You went from runnin' away t' dancin' a jig in the blink of an eye."
" I don't know why, but icebergs excite me. I can't wait to see them." Her eyes twinkled, imagining seeing in person the phenomena she had only ever seen in pictures.
" Come on, then. Let's be at it."
Be at it ? Be at it?? Holy.
He made for the door, and snagged a beaten leather jacket from a hook, pulling her along with him by the hand all the way. He slid feet into boots, snugging the laces around newly gifted wool, then guided her with a long, firm hand on the small of her back out the door.
"What... ? Where...?" she stammered, and he only grinned at her.
Stanley wagged his tail hopefully. "Not today, sport. Off to the field with ye. Watch the cows." He flipped out his phone and tapped in some numbers.
" Arthur. Kane. Would ye have an eye fer me cows? I'm off fer a bit….Yes…No…Not sure. Aye, to be sure. Thanks, Art," and dropped the phone back into his pocket.
" Laura, would ye be needin' t' check in with anyone t' let them know ye'd be away fer a bit?"
Shannon had begged Laura, then her mother, for a sleepover with Lola, and Laura had dropped the dog off with Jill on her way to Kane's. So her one small responsibility, her convenient excuse if she had needed it, was looked after.
Question ing the sanity of the certainty of her response, she stated, "Nope. Footloose and fancy free."
Kane flashed her a dazzling smile, opened the passenger door of the shiny convertible and ushered her in . Sliding into his own seat he set the machine to purring and pulled around to drive down the lane.
Holy crap . What on earth was she doing? Allowing herself to be kidnapped by a man she barely knew, being taken to a location she wasn't privy to? She palmed the phone in the side pocket of her bag. She wondered if Newfoundland had 911. Idiot, she chided herself. Jill had known Kane for years. If Laura were honest with herself she would admit that the only fear she had of being with Kane was her own foreign reaction.
As they drove along the country road she glanced sideways . He lounged, relaxed in his seat, deftly shifting and steering. Well, if he could be relaxed, she would be too. She called upon her mantra, and coached herself. Just enjoy the moment, girl. Don't go analyzing and weighing. Let it be.
The radio quietly surrounded them with the music of the land, many songs she knew, some she didn 't. Her feet kept time, and occasionally she would forget herself, her body would sneak into sways and wiggles with the music, and she would sing along. Then she would catch herself, embarrassed, and stop. He asked her not to, to keep singing. "Ye've a fine voice. I like it."
She asked him about his car, the f arm, Stanley. He answered easily. Asked questions of his own. They drifted easily in and out of casual conversation. She was sure that sitting in the luxurious confines of the sports car with him would be filled with uncomfortable silences. But it wasn't. The man was so at ease with himself, it turned out that it was easy to relax with him. As long as she didn't think about last night, or him practically naked on the front step this morning, or look sideways at him. Or think about him. Practically naked.
The coast road they merged onto dipped and rose, giving her frequent glimpses of charming homes, rocky shorelines, steeply dropping cliffs and crashing waves . She became mesmerized by the majesty of
" Icebergs!" Instantly, she felt like a kid on Christmas morning. "No! I really want to see them. There haven't been any come by George and Moira's. I've been watching. I wasn't sure where to go. There have been so many sightings on the internet. I was hoping to…what?" She stopped her babbling, dazzled by his quick grin, and the tiny creases at the corners of his eyes, mesmerized by the dimple in his right cheek, and his slightly crooked eye tooth. Her tongue unconsciously slid over her own.
" Yer moods're quick to change, Spitfire. You went from runnin' away t' dancin' a jig in the blink of an eye."
" I don't know why, but icebergs excite me. I can't wait to see them." Her eyes twinkled, imagining seeing in person the phenomena she had only ever seen in pictures.
" Come on, then. Let's be at it."
Be at it ? Be at it?? Holy.
He made for the door, and snagged a beaten leather jacket from a hook, pulling her along with him by the hand all the way. He slid feet into boots, snugging the laces around newly gifted wool, then guided her with a long, firm hand on the small of her back out the door.
"What... ? Where...?" she stammered, and he only grinned at her.
Stanley wagged his tail hopefully. "Not today, sport. Off to the field with ye. Watch the cows." He flipped out his phone and tapped in some numbers.
" Arthur. Kane. Would ye have an eye fer me cows? I'm off fer a bit….Yes…No…Not sure. Aye, to be sure. Thanks, Art," and dropped the phone back into his pocket.
" Laura, would ye be needin' t' check in with anyone t' let them know ye'd be away fer a bit?"
Shannon had begged Laura, then her mother, for a sleepover with Lola, and Laura had dropped the dog off with Jill on her way to Kane's. So her one small responsibility, her convenient excuse if she had needed it, was looked after.
Question ing the sanity of the certainty of her response, she stated, "Nope. Footloose and fancy free."
Kane flashed her a dazzling smile, opened the passenger door of the shiny convertible and ushered her in . Sliding into his own seat he set the machine to purring and pulled around to drive down the lane.
Holy crap . What on earth was she doing? Allowing herself to be kidnapped by a man she barely knew, being taken to a location she wasn't privy to? She palmed the phone in the side pocket of her bag. She wondered if Newfoundland had 911. Idiot, she chided herself. Jill had known Kane for years. If Laura were honest with herself she would admit that the only fear she had of being with Kane was her own foreign reaction.
As they drove along the country road she glanced sideways . He lounged, relaxed in his seat, deftly shifting and steering. Well, if he could be relaxed, she would be too. She called upon her mantra, and coached herself. Just enjoy the moment, girl. Don't go analyzing and weighing. Let it be.
The radio quietly surrounded them with the music of the land, many songs she knew, some she didn 't. Her feet kept time, and occasionally she would forget herself, her body would sneak into sways and wiggles with the music, and she would sing along. Then she would catch herself, embarrassed, and stop. He asked her not to, to keep singing. "Ye've a fine voice. I like it."
She asked him about his car, the f arm, Stanley. He answered easily. Asked questions of his own. They drifted easily in and out of casual conversation. She was sure that sitting in the luxurious confines of the sports car with him would be filled with uncomfortable silences. But it wasn't. The man was so at ease with himself, it turned out that it was easy to relax with him. As long as she didn't think about last night, or him practically naked on the front step this morning, or look sideways at him. Or think about him. Practically naked.
The coast road they merged onto dipped and rose, giving her frequent glimpses of charming homes, rocky shorelines, steeply dropping cliffs and crashing waves . She became mesmerized by the majesty of
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