My Curvy Belle

“Can we agree to leave him out of it when we’re together? I understand that it might take some time, but can you at least try to do that for me?” He cantered ahead of me and there was no doubt that he was angry.

Well excuse me! I’m sure he has a past. And what does he expect? It’s not like I can erase the past, pretend like it didn’t happen. I came up short when I realized I didn’t like him being mad at me. How can that be? I’d promised myself never to let another man make me feel anything, and here I am, just hours after we met, letting him make me feel.

Grandma had had a lot to say when I asked her about him earlier. It was her words of encouragement more than anything else that had made up my mind for me.

But even though I’d accepted the lunch date, I never had any intentions on letting things go this far, especially not this soon. I’m just not built that way.

There was a part of me that wished I could let my hair down and go wild, but I know deep down that that just isn’t me. Though I have to admit that he makes it very tempting.

I can’t decide what I like more about him. His smoldering silver grey eyes, the way his dark rakish hair falls across his forehead, or those sexy tattoos that keep teasing me from beneath the short sleeves of his tee shirt.

I’m not into the muscle bound tattooed type. My ex was a clean cut preppie businessman. But again he hadn’t done me any favors and it’s a fact that he never made my heart race this way with just a kiss.

I sped up to meet him and had to bite back the words of apology. I hadn’t done anything but tell the truth. If he can’t handle it then he shouldn’t have asked.

Still I found myself saying the words after he helped me down back at the stables. “I’m sorry.” I expected him to acknowledge me or say something like it’s okay, but I wasn’t prepared for what he did say.

“There’s nothing for you to apologize for. I asked. I guess it’s gonna take some time for me to get used to the fact that you were with someone else. Not your problem, I’ll deal with it.”

When he says things like that it only makes me more confused. He’s nothing at all like I expect. Instead of rough and unruly, he seems to have a moral code rarely found in men, at least the ones I knew.

I’ve learned to listen to people. In my line of work it’s a must. And though there are some who can hide their true feelings even from an expert. I have to say so far Logan Carter is the real deal.

There’s no artifice about him and from what grandma says, he’s always been that way, even as a child. I have no reason to doubt her word. She knows what I’ve been through, have suffered right along with me.

I don’t think she would steer me into the path of someone not worthy of my time. Far from it, she seemed to think rather highly of him and hadn’t a bad word to say.

“Come on I’ll take you home. I didn’t realize so much time had passed.” Now that he mentioned it, the sun was already going down. I guess we’d spent more time kissing than I realized.

Was it strange that I wasn’t ready to go back to the lonely house I share with my grandmother? When only this morning it had been my safe haven? Of course I didn’t say anything as he led me back to his truck.

But I was secretly hoping as we walked hand in hand that the night wouldn’t end without us sharing another one of those amazing, mind blowing kisses.

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Grandma Lottie

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“Emma says she watched the two of them ride off into the coming sunset.” It was good to see the smile back on my old friend’s face. Things were coming along just fine as long as those two young people don’t muck it up.

“How was my girl did she say?”

“She only saw them out the window but get this, they were holding hands.” Isn’t it a wonder to live vicariously through young lovers?

It’s been a while since I felt this excited about anything life had to offer. The thought of my grandson finally settling down with a nice girl and giving me the great grand babies I’ve been dying for warms me to my toes.

“That’s good then. You shoulda seen your boy, come walking in here like king of the roost. I tell you if I was fifty years younger I’d give my Belle a run for her money.”