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Cutie and the Cowboy Trucker
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The trio
marched to the truck stop and straight into the heavy aroma left over from
fried foods. Kitchen noises pervaded as white stoneware filled with heaping
portions of food slapped against the shiny steel pickup window. They moved on
through the restaurant to a vacant booth near the plate glass window. Veronica
and Sam took one side. Mike had the other side all to himself.
“I want
fries.” Sam’s face turned up to Veronica.
“Samuel?”
“Please,
Mama.”
Veronica
allowed him hamburgers and fries on occasion. Those big, pleading eyes zapped
her. Today seemed to be one of those days. “Okay,” she said with a smile.
“We’ll both have fries.”
Veronica’s
head jerked up when Mike grunted, and her eyes caught his. He was obviously
amused about something.
“What’s funny?”
“It’s been
a long time since I had such a telling conversation. Although my children are
no longer teenagers, I have one who’s still a master manipulator.”
“A child
expressing his hunger brings back memories?” She pursued the topic because she
really wanted to understand the motive for his laughter.
He chuckled
again. “Lots of them. There’s not a parent alive that hasn’t buckled even
before the onset of such a debate.”
“I didn’t
buckle on anything,” she announced, a bit offended. Veronica looked down at
Sam, who looked from her to Mike in earnest interest.
“You’re
right. You didn’t buckle.”
“What does
that condescending crack mean?”
“Veronica,
honestly. I only meant, as a parent, one recognizes when and when not to make
an issue. That’s all.” He examined her in silence. “I didn’t intend to offend
you.”
Veronica
intentionally took note of his mannerisms as he sought to do damage control.
Although his cool expression locked in place, she sensed the immense interest
in his bedroom eyes the longer he stared at her. He was minus his hat and
glasses, which permitted her uninhibited inspection. Mike wore his hair cut
close to the scalp. That emphasized his strong brow and the allure of his eyes,
so soft and tawny brown. He had a tiny healed scar on the end of one nostril.
Below that was his peppered mustache, glinting with a touch of silver and
trimmed to perfection above tasty-looking lips.
Her perusal
didn’t stop there.
His stout
neck balanced on wide shoulders that conformed to a broad chest. Since he was
seated, her imagination filled in the gaps of the rest of his description. She
recalled his long legs from her position on the ground, and his, evidently,
excellent physical condition by the trapeze act he’d performed to get her
carry-on. Before her sat a man she guessed to be in his midforties, who
happened to be one outstanding treat for a woman to behold. Creamy chocolate
had nothing on him.
Mickie Sherwood
~~Sweet,
spicy romance – a heartbeat away~~
www.mickiesherwood.com/blog
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