Today's word is father. See if you can find it.
Her eyes followed him until his bedroom door closed softly. Damn, girl, see what happens when you go thinking some man is attracted to you. Grabbing a damp dishcloth, she savagely wiped the table flinging the crumbs to the floor. Stupid, yeah, that what she was.
She washed the two plates, two glasses and a knife and continued her mental dressing down. Sure, he might not be attracted to her, but why did he kiss her and touch her any time he had a chance too. Why did he flirt with her? Linda, her old roomie, liked to joke that she was, as close to being nun as possible without being Catholic. Even so, she knew flirting. Levi McDaniel had definitely flirted with her. Placing the dried plates in the cabinet, she decided it was probably a natural response. What guys did when they were around women. Maybe they weren’t even aware they were doing it.
Her nose crinkled at the thought. It sounded like something her last foster mother might say. The woman lectured her numerous times to stay away from boys. Her standard rant was boys only wanted sex and would promise you anything to get it. Apparently, her foster father had a bit of the wandering eye that fueled the woman's embittered attitude.
Her foster mother's lurid imagery conjured up wild-eyed males roaming the streets capturing any lone female with promises of moonlight walks and flowers. Melody never bothered to mention the boys stayed away from her. Instead, she nodded her head at the right time, which was whenever the woman paused for a breath.
If that scenario didn’t scare her enough, the thought of becoming a teenage mother did. Her mother was one and she saw how well that worked out. Giving the counter a final wipe down, she turned out the kitchen light. Tomorrow was a workday with clients to visit. There was a new client too, some man in his thirties. For a moment, she forgot about the brooding man behind the door.