voice. “I recall you needing my help before. Did I imagine that?”
I pulled at my hair, brushing it against my shoulders. “You won’t give that up, will you?”
We entered the trail, called Peter Peter Way (as in Peter, Peter, Pumpkin Eater, get it?). The path wasn’t as muddy as the one the day before, probably due to the heavy tree coverage. Despite the shining sun, the pathway remained shadowed. The wind seemed heavier in the wooded area, the leaves swaying and whispering to me. Seth handed me his phone with the app already open, allowing me to follow the compass. We weren’t too far away, but close didn’t describe our distance either.
I didn’t know if he felt awkward as though on a first date, or if he simply had nothing to say, but he didn’t say an entire word to me as we walked. Of course, I didn’t offer conversation either. When we reached the end of our silent walk, the trail opened to a park like area, complete with a few large trees centered throughout, and a bench next to each of the trees. The compass insisted I move Northeast, so I started in the direction.
“Glad you know your directions.”
If this guy wasn’t fall over gorgeous, and I wanted for things between us to possibly go somewhere, I might have considered punching him the gut. Instead, I used it to my advantage as we started to walk toward the other side of the park. “Date a lot of airheads in your time?”
He pushed ahead of me, apparent he knew right where to find the cache. “Actually, no, but it doesn’t mean I haven’t run into my share of them. What do you do, anyway?”
“I’m a banker.”
“A teller?”
“Yes. A teller. I stand at a window and people shoot tubes at me and I give them back money or a slip of paper that gives them their minuscule balance.”
He tossed his hands up and I shot past him. “Whoa. I didn’t meant to insult you. I’m only asking.”
“Sorry.” I stopped and waited for him to catch up. “I’ve been doing this job for like six years now and thought I’d be promoted by now. Personal banker, loan officer, something.”
“Sometimes we have to wait for the right thing to show up. I never intended to be running a bed and breakfast. I thought I would be coaching baseball for middle-school or high-school, or be a gym teacher.”
I pictured him in tight white shorts, a red tank top, and a whistle around his neck. In my imagination, he hiked his socks up to his knees. “A gym teacher?”
Rather than being insulted by my asinine remark, he smiled. “Yes. A gym teacher. I love sports and being active. Kids these days aren’t active enough. I always wanted to change that.”
I loved a physical man. Josh much would have preferred parking his ass on the couch, watching reruns of The Real World (which it so wasn’t), drinking a beer, than be outside doing something sporty. Our activity levels often rooted our arguments, and money, and laundry, and sometimes one of us breathing. I (thought) I loved him, but our relationship sure was riddled with issues. The final straw came with him screwing multiple women.
The compass showed us within a few feet. Damn. Another bench. I approached as I continued our conversation, crouching down as I circled the area. “What did you do before you started helping with the B & B? Working the night shift at Wal-Mart?”
“Close. I did maintenance there.”
“At Wal-Mart?” I stood, unable to believe what I heard. Of course, he probably looked fabulous with a broom, and even better standing on a ladder changing a light bulb.
“Yes, at Wal-Mart, Miss Teller.” He swung his finger at me. “Don’t you judge.”
He had me there. I bypassed asking him if he attended college. Glancing at the phone to avoid saying something dumb, the app alerted me I stood only a few feet away from the cache. I glanced around the ground, and a bottle cap caught my eye. I handed the phone back to Seth and rested on my knees. The plain red cap sat too perfectly on the
I pulled at my hair, brushing it against my shoulders. “You won’t give that up, will you?”
We entered the trail, called Peter Peter Way (as in Peter, Peter, Pumpkin Eater, get it?). The path wasn’t as muddy as the one the day before, probably due to the heavy tree coverage. Despite the shining sun, the pathway remained shadowed. The wind seemed heavier in the wooded area, the leaves swaying and whispering to me. Seth handed me his phone with the app already open, allowing me to follow the compass. We weren’t too far away, but close didn’t describe our distance either.
I didn’t know if he felt awkward as though on a first date, or if he simply had nothing to say, but he didn’t say an entire word to me as we walked. Of course, I didn’t offer conversation either. When we reached the end of our silent walk, the trail opened to a park like area, complete with a few large trees centered throughout, and a bench next to each of the trees. The compass insisted I move Northeast, so I started in the direction.
“Glad you know your directions.”
If this guy wasn’t fall over gorgeous, and I wanted for things between us to possibly go somewhere, I might have considered punching him the gut. Instead, I used it to my advantage as we started to walk toward the other side of the park. “Date a lot of airheads in your time?”
He pushed ahead of me, apparent he knew right where to find the cache. “Actually, no, but it doesn’t mean I haven’t run into my share of them. What do you do, anyway?”
“I’m a banker.”
“A teller?”
“Yes. A teller. I stand at a window and people shoot tubes at me and I give them back money or a slip of paper that gives them their minuscule balance.”
He tossed his hands up and I shot past him. “Whoa. I didn’t meant to insult you. I’m only asking.”
“Sorry.” I stopped and waited for him to catch up. “I’ve been doing this job for like six years now and thought I’d be promoted by now. Personal banker, loan officer, something.”
“Sometimes we have to wait for the right thing to show up. I never intended to be running a bed and breakfast. I thought I would be coaching baseball for middle-school or high-school, or be a gym teacher.”
I pictured him in tight white shorts, a red tank top, and a whistle around his neck. In my imagination, he hiked his socks up to his knees. “A gym teacher?”
Rather than being insulted by my asinine remark, he smiled. “Yes. A gym teacher. I love sports and being active. Kids these days aren’t active enough. I always wanted to change that.”
I loved a physical man. Josh much would have preferred parking his ass on the couch, watching reruns of The Real World (which it so wasn’t), drinking a beer, than be outside doing something sporty. Our activity levels often rooted our arguments, and money, and laundry, and sometimes one of us breathing. I (thought) I loved him, but our relationship sure was riddled with issues. The final straw came with him screwing multiple women.
The compass showed us within a few feet. Damn. Another bench. I approached as I continued our conversation, crouching down as I circled the area. “What did you do before you started helping with the B & B? Working the night shift at Wal-Mart?”
“Close. I did maintenance there.”
“At Wal-Mart?” I stood, unable to believe what I heard. Of course, he probably looked fabulous with a broom, and even better standing on a ladder changing a light bulb.
“Yes, at Wal-Mart, Miss Teller.” He swung his finger at me. “Don’t you judge.”
He had me there. I bypassed asking him if he attended college. Glancing at the phone to avoid saying something dumb, the app alerted me I stood only a few feet away from the cache. I glanced around the ground, and a bottle cap caught my eye. I handed the phone back to Seth and rested on my knees. The plain red cap sat too perfectly on the
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