I had been thinking of what she told me over and over again so many times. I said, “Christ would like to do something special with me after the musi...al is over. But I can’t let him know I know, because he wants it to be a surprise.” I almost giggled with glee and wonder.“Good.” Suki hugged me. “You can’t know how happy I am for tonight. For you.”I gave Suki an extra hug, “I’m not sure if I can go out tonight. It’s too much like a date. And just thinking and wondering what Chris wants to do. But she was going to let him get worked up a little more."What do you want for dinner? I brought the makings of spaghetti, though I could do lasagna instead. That'll take longer, though." The, uh, the spaghetti sounds fine." His eyes were alternating between her breasts and her legs. She'd met his sisters and all of them wore skirts or dresses with their hems below their knees. He must have seen skirts this short in high school, but if the size of his lump was any indication, maybe not.She. I had given them the helmets that the boys wore, after Yolanda and I cleaned them thoroughly. I would be quite happy to be sitting with this captivating woman while we watched the kids have fun. Perhaps I could get a little closer to her … maybe to the point she would trust me a little more. The afternoon seemed to spin away so quickly, and when we put the bikes in the back of the truck and headed for home, I was disappointed. True, I’d had a nice conversation with Yolanda, but I didn’t learn. By the third day of making eye contact in the dining room or at the pool, we became more flirtatious though no one else seemed to have noticed. She somehow managed to look at me while she listened or spoke to her parents. When I walked back to the kitchen after serving a table, she’d watch me and turn her head slightly, her eyes looking into mine while a slight smile played over her lips. Our gazes lingered, my lips curved to return her smile before I continued toward the kitchen and she went.
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