Welcome back to Tuesday Tales! It's time for more romance. Today we have the rest of issue three for my multicultural romance serial Wind in White Birch. We pick up after Dana gets an unexpected phone call from Jonah.
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Wind in White Birch
Oh God. The tingle grew into an erratic spasm of heart muscle. I gave him my personal number, hung up, and ran outside. My aunts and grandmother watched me dash past with various looks ranging from happiness to confusion to downright ire. Before I even had the door closed properly my What`s New Pussycat ringtone erupted in my pocket. The wind tore through my slacks and thin green sweater. It was freezing out here. Maybe I should have gone down to the basement. Ah well, too late now. If I went back in my grandmother would be all over me like ugly on an ape for telling her and my aunts to shut up.
“Hey!” I said trying to sound chipper despite the minus seven wind chill.
“Hey, listen, are you doing anything this weekend?” Jonah asked. I heard an underlying river of excitement in his voice.
“Well, I have a family birthday party to go to tomorrow night but then I`m free. Why?” I turned away from the pedestrians and the arctic zephyrs roaring down 22nd Street and started dancing to stay warm.
“How would you like to come up here for the weekend? I have something to show you.” I hesitated. He picked right up on it.“I swear I am not inviting you up here to try to lure you into bed,” he said and I believed him. He had been given a glowing chance to have his way with me back on that disastrous first date of ours. Jonah had been more than a gentleman, kindly and gently refusing to let things get out of hand when I was tipsy.
“I know. I was just hesitant because of Rhett.” I winced as it came out. Here it came. The reality finally sinking into the young man`s head that the older woman had a kid and that kid would muck up their plans. “His father is out of town for two weeks on a photo shoot and I can`t ask my grandmother to watch him for that long. He`d run her into a hole.”
“Rhett can come along. We`ve got snow up here. We`ll do some snowmobiling, if you`re cool with that?”
Okay. That muscle spasm in my heart I mentioned earlier? It was now more than a mere spasm. It was a full-fledged Charlie horse of girly coronary stimulation.
“You`re okay with Rhett coming.” I said it as a dull statement tinged with shock, not a question. I could almost see him rolling those ebony eyes at my slow-witted ways. “Are you for real?”
He laughed. The vibrations raced across phone lines and directly into my body, making all sorts of heat pool in very private places. Suddenly the wind and bitter temperatures didn`t feel so bad. It was actually kind of pleasant out here. Like a spring day!
“Yeah, I think I am anyway. So, what do you say? I`ll come down and get you and the midget tomorrow. I can peel out of work early and be at your place around seven?”
It was hard to put him off. His enthusiasm was contagious and I didn`t even know what had him so animated.
“I have that party,” I reminded him staring through the frosty glass on the door. “It starts at seven.”
“Oh, well how about I meet you there and then we can leave after you socialize for awhile? I mean, if that`s what you want to do. I don`t want you to feel like I`m pressuring you to spend time with me if you don`t-”
“No! I mean, no, I would love to spend the weekend with you. Where would we stay?”
“You can stay at my place, or, if that`s too uncomfortable for you, Andy has a huge house and he already said you were more than welcome.”
Okay. That sounded reasonable. Rhett and I would stay at Jonah`s grandfathers. That way no hint of hanky or panky could take place. I had to keep my foot firmly on the brake. It had been over a year since I had ‘been with’ a man. I didn`t want my lust to override my common sense if at all possible.
“Uhm, are you sure you want to spend a couple hours with my family?” I asked, my nose pressed to the cold pane of glass. My aunts and grandmother were in quite a heated conversation. When Aunt Mary saw me she smiled and waved. All the well lipsticked mouths clamped shut. Yep. They were talking about me.
“Dana, I`m fine with your family. I already know Miss Jo and her dog. How bad can the rest be?”
I caught the infrared glare from my grandmother. I blew on the glass to obliterate my face to those inside.
“Oh, you`d be amazed,” I sighed.
Copyright 2013 ©by V.L. Locey
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