Who's waiting at the end of the dock? Today's prompt is smooth. See if you can find it in the next section while Melody deals with the man on her dock.
The man’s lips tipped up in a smile and his familiar slate-colored eyes warmed showing interest, which surprised Melody. Men didn’t normally pay attention to her. Not that she could consider herself an expert on men since most of the ones she dealt with were at least sixty-five.
Still, the words of her last date haunted her. Words her date never meant for her to overhear. Her now married ex-roommate Linda fixed her up with a friend of her husband’s. The four of them went out to dinner and movie. She and Linda were returning from the restroom when she heard his damning words.
“Melody is bigger than I like my women.”
Her new outfit was a wasted investment. No way she could pretend she wasn’t five nine and curvy. On dates, she usually wore flats because men obsessed over their own height. The rest of the night was uncomfortable with her pretending she hadn’t heard what he’d said. Fortunately there was no second date. A rich baritone voice brought her back to the present.
“Nice morning, isn’t it? The lake is smooth, making it perfect for an early morning row.” He nodded in the direction of the rowboat.
Melody automatically smiled back. “Yes.” The one word escaped her lips as her mind tried to translate what he meant. Was he going to row Roy’s boat across the lake? Did he invite her? The idea of sharing the close quarters of the boat tempted her. Her breath hitched, testifying to his appeal. If he knew who she really was, he’d probably toss her overboard.
Turning up his smile a notch, he explained, “I was going out for a row and would welcome company.”
The idea tantalized Melody, but she knew better than to climb into the boat with Levi McDaniel.
The man’s lips tipped up in a smile and his familiar slate-colored eyes warmed showing interest, which surprised Melody. Men didn’t normally pay attention to her. Not that she could consider herself an expert on men since most of the ones she dealt with were at least sixty-five.
Still, the words of her last date haunted her. Words her date never meant for her to overhear. Her now married ex-roommate Linda fixed her up with a friend of her husband’s. The four of them went out to dinner and movie. She and Linda were returning from the restroom when she heard his damning words.
“Melody is bigger than I like my women.”
Her new outfit was a wasted investment. No way she could pretend she wasn’t five nine and curvy. On dates, she usually wore flats because men obsessed over their own height. The rest of the night was uncomfortable with her pretending she hadn’t heard what he’d said. Fortunately there was no second date. A rich baritone voice brought her back to the present.
“Nice morning, isn’t it? The lake is smooth, making it perfect for an early morning row.” He nodded in the direction of the rowboat.
Melody automatically smiled back. “Yes.” The one word escaped her lips as her mind tried to translate what he meant. Was he going to row Roy’s boat across the lake? Did he invite her? The idea of sharing the close quarters of the boat tempted her. Her breath hitched, testifying to his appeal. If he knew who she really was, he’d probably toss her overboard.
Turning up his smile a notch, he explained, “I was going out for a row and would welcome company.”
The idea tantalized Melody, but she knew better than to climb into the boat with Levi McDaniel.
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