with his offer? Even as she flirted back, and her body betrayed her interest, an undertone in her voice worried he had ulterior motives.
“Samantha Lynn, when will you ever grow up ? Get you a glass.”
Samantha straightened with a smile and wiped her lips on her sleeve then leaned and kissed the woman on the cheek. “Never, I hope.”
Toren’s heart raced eagerly. She was so full of life and fight. So genuine. Fascination took him once again and he wondered if her lips were cold from the water. She suddenly turned and faced him.
“What on earth are you gawking at? Don’t tell me you never drank from a fountain or water hose before. Same thing.”
A drop of water clung to her chin, tempting Toren to wipe it away with his own fingers. Trying to convince her he hadn't been staring at her was a foolish endeavor. “Sorry, I…just find you fascinatin’.” Might as well face the music, as the common human expression said.
Samantha's brows shot up and he realized his word choice probably wasn't all that appropriate at the moment. Maybe he should just bust out his shiny metal wings and finish ruining his opportunity at being perceived as a normal human.
“Well isn’t that the sugary sweetest thing to say to a woman you hardly know.” She rolled her eyes and stalked off, leaving Toren feeling a little confused.
He looked at Kassie who stood with a knowing smile, only he wasn’t sure what she knew. “This is the part where you thank me for the coffee and follow her so she can put you to work. Or use you.” She roamed her gaze over his body. “Hope you don’t mind ruining your clothes.”
Toren set the cup down on the counter. “Thank you, it was…interestin’.”
“Interesting? Okay, I can work with that. Get yourself out of here and you watch out for my Sammie, you hear? I got a loaded shotgun and I won’t hesitate to use it if I find out you were inappropriate with her in anyway. You behave yourself and mind your manners.”
Toren smiled before leaning and kissing her on the cheek the way Sam had. “Nobody will harm her and I won't do anything she doesn't want me to. That’s for damn sure.”
“Oh my.” She slapped his chest. “Scoot before you make an old woman swoon.”
Old? She was practically a baby. He tipped his hat and headed out, grateful Kassie seemed to like him.
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Carolyn Faulkner, Alta Hensley