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Wind in White Birch
The sun was creeping up over The `Burgh when someone nudged me awake. The smell of hot coffee and bacon was directly under my nose. I reached for the cup blindly. Rhick crouched in front of me, his face unshaven and his blond hair ruffled. Rhick always looked incredible in the morning, especially when holding breakfast on a plate. I carefully took the Styrofoam cup from his hand.
“Thanks,” I murmured, glancing at my son still out cold. “What time is it?”
Rhick glanced at his gold watch then set my food on a small rolling table. “A little after five,” he stood up then sat down beside me, taking care not to allow our elbows to rub. I sipped warily. The coffee was just the way I like it. “Look, about the shit I said last night about that kid you`re dating . . .”
A rusty blade jabbed into my side at the mention of Jonah. Where was he? I had sat here next to Rhick for hours, biting the inside of my mouth to keep the tears at bay, worrying over where he could have gone and what would remain of our relationship, if you could really call it a relationship.
“He`s not a kid, Rhick.” I spoke softly into my creamed and sugared. “He`s twenty-six.”
“And you`re thirty-six. Jesus, Dana,” he grumbled, swirling dregs of sugared but black in the bottom of his cup.
“But it`s okay for you to shag a twenty-two year old? God, I hate double-standards,” I seethed, slurping more loudly than I had planned.
“Well, maybe if you saw the dinner conversation me and the twenty-two year old have, you`d steer clear of that young buck.”
Copyright 2013 ©by V.L. Locey
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