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Starting Over – TT ‘wood’

In Starting Over, Victoria met Toby in the antique store she owns in Oak Grove Square. The man is a frustrating mix of coldhearted developer, sweet and charming hunk, and a broken-hearted little boy still mourning his grandparents.

Toby and Victoria have had a disagreement about his latest development project. They’ve patched things up and are headed out for their first formal date since their big fight. This week we’re writing to the prompt ‘wood’. Return to Tuesday Tales here, to read more snippets from the talented Tuesday Tales bunch.

Tuesday Tales

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The ride back to Victoria’s was quiet. The air was thick with tension, although of a different sort than they had on a ride they’d shared a few weeks back when they had their huge fight. Their hands lay on the console between them, clasped tightly as if their lives depended on their contact with one another.

Victoria almost felt overwhelmed with the swirling emotions that ranged from nervousness to excitement, with small touches of fright tucked in here and there.

So much for her resolve to never get involved again.

So much for her determination to steer clear of Toby after seeing a side of him that she didn’t care for much.

But then she’d glance at the profile silhouetted by the street lights they passed, and seeing the planes of his face changing with the light and the shadows her stomach would flip flop with desire and anticipation.

When they pulled up in the driveway Toby turned the car off, turned to her and raised his palm up to her cheek. Gently stroking the side of her face, he murmured, “You’re going to invite me in, aren’t you?”

The only answer she was capable of was a soft kiss on the palm cupping her cheek.

He moaned softly before he whispered, “You know I won’t want to leave.”

“Suits me fine. I don’t think I want you to leave.”

“Let’s continue this conversation inside.”

A shadowy porch greeted the two as they stepped towards the door. Victoria fumbled with the key, which between the darkness and her nerves wasn’t cooperating. “Guess I forgot to leave the light on.”

“That’s okay. Then your neighbors won’t see this…” Toby scooted in behind her and slid his arms around her waist. He nuzzled the back of her neck, nudging her hair out of the way, leaving a trail of kisses up the side until he reached her ear.

When he gave her ear a quick lick, Victoria’s knees buckled and she dropped the keys.

Toby chuckled as he bent to retrieve them. “Which key? I’ll get the door for you.”

Flustered, she could only hold out the proper key.

“Let a man do it,” he joked as the door swung open.

Victoria patted his bottom as she stepped around him and flipped a switch, illuminating the living room with a soft light in the far corner. “Oh…I do believe I will let a man do it…if he thinks he’s any good at it,” she retorted.

“Oh honey…maybe I’ll just let you give me a report yourself…in the morning.”

She took his hand and pulled him towards the couch, dropping her purse on the floor beside it. Glancing at the wood pile to see how much was there, she asked, “Want a fire?”

dancing in dark“I don’t think we need a fire…we’ll heat it up just fine ourselves.” To prove his point, he moved in closer and slid his hands up her arms. “Maybe some music? You like to dance?”

Soon a jazzy band sounded from the speakers and the two moved together and swayed to the tune. There wasn’t much talk going on, only the communication between a man and a woman, getting to know each other on their own private dance floor.

Victoria didn’t think she could stay upright another moment, she ached to feel his skin, to feel him covering her body with his. All fears and anxiety had fled, to be replaced with fiery passion and need. “I think…” she whispered.

“…me too.” He took her hand and started to lead her away. Until he stopped mid stride and started laughing. “Except…I don’t know which way your bedroom is.”

With a giggle, Victoria led him down the hall. She stepped into the dark room and stopped.

Not realizing that she wasn’t moving, Toby bumped into her. “What?” he asked in mock astonishment. “No light? Honey, I want to see you. I want your face embedded in my memory. I want to look in your eyes as I make love to you.”

Victoria moved to switch on the small lamp sitting on the nightstand. It was several hours later when the light was finally turned off for the evening and she fell back into Toby’s open arms, where he lay waiting to embrace her as they fell asleep, wrapped together.

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Starting Over – Tuesday Tales ‘paint’

In Starting Over, Victoria met Toby in the antique store she owns in Oak Grove Square. The man is a frustrating mix of coldhearted developer, sweet and charming hunk, and a broken-hearted little boy still mourning his grandparents.

Toby and Victoria have had a disagreement about his latest development project. They’ve patched things up and are headed out for their first formal date since their big fight. This week we’re writing to the prompt ‘paint’. Return to Tuesday Tales here, to read more snippets from the talented Tuesday Tales bunch.

Tuesday Tales

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saladVictoria shifted the croutons on her plate around. “The salad’s fine. I’m just a little preoccupied I guess.”

“What about? Business? Us? Talk to me.” Toby laid his utensils down and leaned forward, resting his chin on his propped up palm. When she hesitated, he added, “C’mon, fess up…after all the complaining you’ve done about how closed off I’ve been…”

“I know…I know…” Her chest heaved with a big sigh. “I’m feeling confused.”

“How so?”

“When I moved to Texas and bought Serendipity, I had no desire to get involved with anyone. Ever again. As in never.”

“Yeah…we talked about that one night. The way that jerk treated you…a pilot, wasn’t he?”

She stopped fiddling with her salad and looked directly into Toby’s eyes. “It was easier when you were behaving like an ass. Then I could despise what you stood for. I could rant and rave and insult you up one side and down the other.”

“You took me to task, but you were never that harsh with me.”

The laughter eased the worried look on her face and lightened the darkening mood. “Oh…you never heard the thoughts that ran through my mind…”

He sat up straight in mock astonishment. “What?”

“I know.” She grinned. “Hard to believe, huh?”

Then a more serious countenance settled in, chasing her frivolity away. “But lately…especially after your turn about on the senior’s project…it’s been so pleasant spending time with you.”

“And? That’s a bad thing?” He looked truly puzzled.

“It’s just that it paints a different picture of who you really are. And I greatly admire that man I see…which confuses me.”

A waiter hovered nearby with a pitcher of cold water. Toby couldn’t tell if he were eavesdropping on them, or was merely being considerate to not interrupt their intense conversation. He beckoned to the young man and lifted his water glass in the air as he approached. “Yes, I’d like a refill, please.”

With glasses refilled and no reason for the youngster to lurk, it was the two of them alone at the table again. Toby started up where they’d left off. “So…where were we? You admire me?”

“Yesssss… What? You don’t want me to?”

“I do. I do. But…here I’ve been hoping that it was dashing good looks that captivated you,” he joked. “I’ve been wishing that you were lusting after my hot bod.”

She leaned back in her seat and narrowed her eyes when she looked at him. “Oh, don’t get me wrong. It’s not just admiration. There’s a whole lot of lusting going on too.”

“Then, darlin’. I think we should finish up this meal and get you back home. Because I think we’d make better progress in this conversation if we were camped on your couch and I could hold you tight and smother you in kisses while we discuss what kind of future the two of us have together.”

Starting Over – TT picture prompt

In Starting Over, Victoria met Toby in the antique store she owns in Oak Grove Square. The man is a frustrating mix of coldhearted developer, sweet and charming hunk, and a broken-hearted little boy still mourning his grandparents.

Toby and Victoria have had a disagreement about his latest development project. They’ve patched it up and are headed out for their first formal date since their big fight. This week we’re writing to a writer’s choice picture prompt. I chose the wine in front of the fireplace. Return to Tuesday Tales here, to read more snippets from the talented Tuesday Tales bunch.

Picture prompts are only 300 word snippets, so it will be quick reading and you’ll discover lots of new, fun stories in the works.

Tuesday Tales

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TT_011116The evenings still brought a chill with them and Victoria shivered when she stepped out into the brisk night air. Toby threw an arm around her and escorted her inside the restaurant. The waiter showed them to a table right next to a blazing fire. She would have rather been camped underneath his shoulder again.

Victoria ordered a Caesar salad and Toby looked surprised. “Just a salad? You sure you don’t want to try one of the specials?”

“I’ve been craving a salad all day.” She was tired after the long week and didn’t want to get sleepy. With things going so well between them right now, there were other things on her mind besides sleep.

“Obviously you haven’t been on a construction site all day.” The large T-bone he ordered, complete with sides attested to his hunger.

When the waiter suggested a nice Merlot, Toby looked to Victoria.

“Maybe a glass. More than that and you’ll find me snoring over here.”

Toby raised his glass in salute. “To us…and our peace treaty.”

“It’s nice…being together and not bickering,” Victoria agreed. “Think it will last?”

“I definitely hope so.” He leaned in closer. “You are worth some compromises. I may not be able to open up much, but I promise that I will try to tear down some of the wall I’ve built up.”

She reached across the table and laid her hand on his. “If you can do that, I’ll promise not to expect you to be someone you truly aren’t.”

Toby laughed. “I may find my inner child after all.”

When the meals came, he dug right in, devouring his as if he hadn’t eaten in days. He looked up later and realized that Victoria was merely pushing bits about her plate.

“You okay? You haven’t touched your meal.”

 

Starting Over – TT ‘wired’

In Starting Over, Victoria met Toby in the antique store she owns in Oak Grove Square. The man is a frustrating mix of coldhearted developer, sweet and charming hunk, and a broken-hearted little boy still mourning his grandparents.

Toby and Victoria have had a disagreement about his latest development project. They’ve patched it up and are headed out for their first formal date since their big fight. This week we’re writing to the prompt ‘wired’. Return to Tuesday Tales here, to read more snippets from the talented Tuesday Tales bunch.

Tuesday Tales

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“Charlotte’s granddaughter?” He looked surprised. “Am I supposed to know her?”

Victoria gave a nervous giggle. “Sorry. Guess that came out of left field. You must think I’m a ditz.”

“Well…not really. Except I’m really confused right now. I can’t think of who a Charlotte is.”

“Remember the bundle of envelopes you brought me a while back?”

“Envelopes…oh yeah…the one’s my contractor found in the house we were demoing?”

“The very ones. A few weeks ago I tracked down the granddaughter of the women – Charlotte – from the letters.” She tugged on her ear and stuttered, “…uh…guess I should invite you in and not leave you standing on the doorstep…”

“I can come in…or, if you’re ready to go, we can head for the restaurant.”

Once she was settled into the passenger seat and buckled in, Victoria continued her story about the granddaughter’s visit and how much the letters meant to her. “I did keep one as a memento,” she admitted.

CNJ driving

A gentle smile appeared on Toby’s face while a glint of amusement twinkled in his eyes. “My little softie. You really are connected with these old things from the past, aren’t you?”

“They’re my life. This store and these pieces from long ago saved me. When I needed something to care about, they were my lifeline.”

“Something tells me that this wasn’t a new fascination though. I have a feeling you’ve always been attached to sentimental things.”

“Guilty as charged,” Victoria confessed. “I really can’t remember a time when I didn’t appreciate heirlooms and collectibles.”

“Unlike me. I think we’re wired differently for how we feel about the past.”

“Well…that’s what you profess. But if you really didn’t care at all, you wouldn’t have brought any items to me and the store. You would have simply tossed them in the dumpster.”

“Cash, baby. It was all about the cash.”

“Ha! So you say. But…there was no cash transaction with Charlotte’s letters. You brought them to me because you thought I’d like them. No cha-ching value for you there.”

“You’ve got me. Well…maybe big, bad developers aren’t always what they seem.”

Victoria turned towards the driver and looked intently at him. “No,” she murmured softly, “it seems that I have misjudged you on a few matters.”

A warm flush flooded her body as she realized how she wanted to stroke his cheeks and cover him with caresses. This is going to be a long dinner, she groaned silently.