Sally, a devoted business woman and owner of Crafter’s Cottage, just met an organic farmer interested in being a vendor at the upcoming herb festival. Their meeting to fill out the vendor application turned into a dinner date … and now an outing at the lake.
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The drive up I-35 to Ray Roberts Lake went by without either passenger noticing. The windows were down and a warm breeze blew through the truck’s cab. Sally learned more about herbs, farming and growing seasons than she’d thought she’d ever hear. Izzy in turn asked about her business and how it was to deal with so many vendors – all with different personalities and work ethics.
Sally had to admit to herself, silently as she didn’t dare voice her thoughts to Izzy, that she’d initially misjudged him. With his longish hair and easy going charm, she’d first thought that he probably didn’t like to work that hard. Hearing him talk about his business, she discovered that he was just as intense and driven about creating a successful enterprise as she was. His laid back energy was a contrast to her go-go-go style. Yet, they had common goals in mind and they both worked long hours to address what was needed to make them happen.
Sally tucked a loose, blowing strand of hair behind her ear. “This is nice. Today. I think I’ve needed this. Lately it’s all been work, work, work. Especially with the herb festival gearing up.”
“Why’d you take on the extra work? You could have said no.”
“They didn’t ask me. I volunteered. I thought it was a good opportunity for our little town to put on a significant festival and draw large numbers of visitors to Oak Grove Square.”
“I’m excited too. There’s lots of small farmers markets around this time of year. But not one specifically geared towards herbs, which is the largest portion of my growing.” Izzy grinned. “Besides, I think I got the best end of the deal.”
“How’s that?” Sally had a puzzled look on her face. They hadn’t even had the festival yet.
He glanced sideways in her direction. “Look who I’m escorting to the lake for the day. I met the gorgeous herb festival organizer through this.”
A red flush crept up Sally’s cheeks. She stammered and mumbled, not quite sure what to say in reply.
Luckily, the truck slowed and turned right, headed towards the cove ahead of them. The overgrown dirt road took Izzy’s concentration to avoid ruts and bumps, disrupting the conversation.
As they neared the water, he slowly turned into a space where a lone, and slightly decrepit picnic table sat under the shade of a towering pine tree. Izzy jumped out and hurried around the front to help Sally. He put his hands on her waist and lifted her down to the ground. They stood together, neither one wanting to move from the closeness of the other. The looked into each other’s eyes as if frozen in time. Sally felt a warmth coursing through her veins, anticipating a kiss. Izzy tipped his head closer … as a chattering squirrel dashed down the pine’s trunk and over to the picnic bench, where he stood berating the humans invading his space.
They both broke into laughter. Izzy gently stroked the side of her face. “Foiled by a squirrel. Darn wildlife.” With that he stepped away and started unloading the ice chest and other picnic supplies.
He filled the BBQ base with coals and soaked them with starter fluid. As Sally stood by, watching him in manly bar-b-que action, he waited a minute, then dropped a lit match onto the mound. Watching the onyx chunks flare into flame, he waited until they died down to a soft ember glow. “Want to take a walk around the cove while they heat up?”
“Sure! It’s so peaceful here you may not get me to leave.”
Holding out a hand, she slipped her hand into his and they stepped away towards the lake. They’d barely made it to the shoreline when Izzy stopped and turned towards her. He put his hands on her waist and a soft groan escaped his lips. Her arms wrapped around his neck. As their lips met, they fused into a heated unit, unconscious of the blue skies, lapping water or chattering squirrels surrounding them.