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    When he moved his hand off my shoulder I noticed an empty feeling as if all the warmth had been sucked out of me. I shrugged it off watching him walk to the end cabin. Picking up my e-reader, I began reading again until it was time to shower for dinner. I stepped inside my cabin, showered, and blew my hair dry. I settled on wearing my fancy jeans with my silver sequined top, a black cardigan sweater tied at my hips and my black leather high heeled boots. Not too fancy but not shabby either.
     
    By the time Doug had passed away, my hair was almost down to my waist again. He loved my hair long and I was so grateful I had grown it out for him. On occasions like this I would dry it straight and wear it down. I always received a lot of looks; I just wasn’t sure whether they were good or bad. Most people had their own ideas how a matronly woman should look these days.
     
    A knock on the door roused me from my thoughts. I opened the door to Alan standing there in comfortably worn jeans, white dress shirt, black leather jacket, and black biker boots! He looked really good, too good! The black jacket set off his silver hair and moustache as well as the gold metal framed eyeglasses. Those steel blue-gray eyes sparkled as he smiled at me.
     
     
     

 
    Chapter Six
     
    “You, sexy Lady, are looking good tonight,” he complimented.
     
    I began to blush a bright red color and smiled mumbling a “thank you.” I closed the door behind me and we strolled together towards the restaurant.
     
    We were seated in the back of the restaurant next to a window looking out to the creek and hills. Alan ordered a sweet wine for us after asking what type I liked.
     
    The waiter brought over the wine Alan had ordered and poured a small amount into his glass waiting for him to pass judgment. He gave the waiter his nod of approval while reaching for my glass to fill. I swirled the wine around the edge of my glass watching the color then breathed in the aroma before I sipped the wine. The rich flavor burst in my mouth as I let the wine sit on my tongue before I swallowed. The sweet liquid flowed smoothly down my throat setting off warmth throughout my upper body. Alan watched me with enthusiasm as I sat my wine glass on the table.
     
    “You approve?” he asked.
     
    “It’s very good,” I replied.
     
    I felt the warmth of the alcohol spreading down my arms heading towards the lower part of my body. A little nervous, I swallowed another drink , helping me to relax. Alan smiled as if he was enjoying a joke. The wine helped me gain a little bit of confidence as I began to fire questions at him.
     
    “So Alan, where is home for you?”
     
    “The Midwest,” he replied. “Arkansas to be exact. How about you?”
     
    “Oklahoma, born and raised,” I told him. “What do you do?”
     
    “Retired business owner. Now I just relax, travel, and enjoy my life,” he offered.
     
    “Do you always travel on your Harley,” I asked him.
     
    “As much as I can, weather permitting. I love the open road. And do you work?” he asked.
     
    “Yes. Now I am mostly retired but I fill in every now and then fo r vacations or illnesses. I’m a Registered Nurse at a local hospital. My favorite is to work in the pediatric ward. I love the newborns,” I told him.
     
    Alan leaned back in his chair listening to me openly tell about my life and career. As I told my story, he played with his moustache smiling to himself. I looked at him and asked what his smile was for. “You are sexy and sweet. I love how your eyes sparkle whenever you talk about the babies,” he replied.
     
    I looked up at him in horror and apologized. “Oh, I’m so sorry. I have been going on and on about myself and not letting you get a word in at all.”
     
    “No, it’s fine. I am enjoying listening to you and watching your face,” he assured.
     
    My face felt hot and I knew I was blushing.
     
    “See, just like that. You are so beautiful when you blush like