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shadow, and as intimidating as his presence was, I couldn't help but imagine what it would have felt like to press the curves of my body against him out there in the near dark, where no one was watching. To have his stubble-covered cheek graze against mine if he leaned in and whispered in my ear.  He looked like the kind of guy that said exactly what he was thinking, and judging by the way his hooded eyes were taking me in, I lustfully wished he'd tell me all the ways he'd make me scream his name.
    “I wish I would have seen him,” Mallory pouts, pulling me back from the memory of standing in front of him.
    “ Well,” I shrug.  “That's about where the positives end with him.  I introduced myself and thanked him for helping me.  I even offered to buy him a drink, but he blew me off before I could even ask what kind of beer he drank.”
    “ I'm going to pretend like I didn't hear the part about beer.” My mom gives me a cautioning stare before extending it to my sister.  We know she isn’t stupid.  That doesn’t mean she thinks it is okay that her underage daughters were out drinking.  “Maybe he was nervous or just shy,” she defends.  I can’t understand why my mom is such a Cole Pritchett cheerleader.  She doesn’t even know him.
    “ I don't think so,” I disagree.  “He didn't seem like the shy type.  He almost acted like I was bugging him.  I mean, all I did was say thank you.  It's not like I was hanging all over him.”  Even though I really wanted to.
    “ Whose mother are you?” Mallory questions between bites.  “Why are you so hung up on this guy, Mom?  Maybe he's just a dick.”
    “ I don't know.” Mom shrugs.  “If you could have seen the look on his face when he brought you up to the house, Whit.  He was genuinely concerned with your well-being.  He just kind of seemed like a lost soul,” she adds.  “Maybe he just needs someone to genuinely be concerned about him.”
    “ Or maybe he is just a dick,” I note even though deep down I really want to see him again and find out for myself.
    “ Well, it looks like you might get another chance,” Mom says over her shoulder as she refills her coffee cup.  She nods out the open kitchen window to the Wilson Lumber Yard truck that just pulled into the driveway.  “It would seem that one Mr. Cole Pritchett works for the very lumber yard that is delivering my latest order of supplies.”
    Mallory quickly scrambles from her seat and runs to the window.  “Omigod, that's him?” she squeals.  “You were right, Mom. He is smokin' hot.”
    I can’t very well let them have all the fun, so I casually walk over to the window to catch a peek of him in the early morning sunlight.  As the three of us stand there, ogling him out the window, my mother makes a suggestion.
    “ Why don't you go sign for my order, Whit?”
    “ Oooh, I'll do it!” Mallory starts to head toward the backdoor.
    “ Sure you want to do that, sis?” I ask, grabbing the doorknob before she can and trying not to look like I am dying to take another crack at him.  “Have you looked at yourself in the mirror this morning?”  She wrinkles up her nose and takes a step back from the door.  Even if Cole blew me off yesterday, there is no way I am taking a chance on my sister snatching him out from underneath me.  Even in my head it sounds stupid.  I don’t even know this guy and he is obviously not interested in me. Yet, the idea of him talking to any other girl, even my sister, makes a little bit of crazy creep up inside me.
    “ Relax,” she smiles.  “I wasn't going to go out there and steal your man, Whit.”
    “ He's not my man,” I say and shake my head as I pull the door open.   I quickly take off my glasses and sit them on the counter.  I don't need him seeing me in my nerd look this morning.
    “ Well, not yet,” she affirms.  “But he could be. Go out there and ask him out.”
    “ Are you still drunk?”  I look down my nose at her.