Thyme for Love #13

Sally and Izzy’s newfound interest in each other reaches a potential stumbling block. Read more here, then come back next week to see if they get this worked out. 

This week we’re writing to the prompt ‘catch’. Return to TUESDAY TALES for more great snippets.

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“Okay. Another time is fine.” Sally spoke the words as if all was fine. But, something nagged at her about his response. For someone that was so open and honest in his communication, something seemed not quite kosher. He avoided her eyes for the next few minutes. Goodness, they’d only had a few dates. It wasn’t like they owed each other anything. She wondered what she was missing. There was just enough doubt that he was hiding something from her that it cast a cool blanket of water over her lustful thoughts.

Short snippets of conversation were voiced between bites of food. The easy comradery that was always present between the two of them seemed to have dissipated like a mist over the lake.

Sally felt caught in a Catch-22 predicament. She wanted to just come out and ask him more about his plans, to see if this ‘friend’ was truly just that. After all, even at the beginning stages of a relationship as they were, honest communication was vital if it were to go further. She’d learned that lesson long ago. Yet, she didn’t want to pry and have it look like she were insecure and jealous. What to do? What to do?

“You okay?” Izzy asked.

“Perfectly.” Well kind of …

“You seem a little distant right now.”

She debated about how much of her thoughts to share with him. “Ummm, maybe a little. I guess my mind was just wandering.” She laughed. “You know what it’s like being a business owner. Thought seem to invade your mind at odd times, whether you’re in the office or not. Sorry.”

“Don’t I know it. Seems I can never truly escape my fields. I’m always watching the weather, worrying if we’ll get enough rain, or hoping that the grasshoppers don’t consume my crops before I get back.”

“Yeah. We can never just punch out and be done for the day.”

Izzy paused and looked closely at her. “Want to head on back?”

“Maybe that’s a good idea. Tomorrow’s going to be a long day. I have to do all my vendor statements for the month.”

“All righty then.” He stood up and stretched. “I’ll get this packed up and we’ll mosey back towards civilization.”

The ride back was quieter than the trip going to the lake.

Back at Sally’s he retrieved her dish from the ice chest. Catching her hand as she started to walk away, he pulled her back to him, wrapped his arms around her and gave her a peck on top of her head. “I’ll give you a call.”

Thyme for Love #12

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. 

This week we’re writing to the prompt ‘random’. Return to TUESDAY TALES for more great snippets.

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A stirring in her body told her how much she liked where her mind took her. Delicious thoughts ran through Sally’s mind that had nothing to do with the feast before them. She remembered the way his arms had felt around her. The shiver of anticipation she’d felt when his tongue had …

… “Earth to Sally …”

“Um … I’m sorry. What were you saying? I was lost in thought,” she stammered her flustered reply.

“Are you ready to eat? Steaks are done.”

“Yes I am.” She paused trying to gather her composure. “What … oh, plates.” She fumbled around on the table and grabbed two plates. Handing the chef one, she took a deep breath. “Mmmm, this all smells delicious!”

A pleased smile crossed his face and he placed a juicy sirloin on her plate, followed by two foil packets.

Not much was said as the two consumed the tasty goodies they’d each prepared. Sally looked across the table as Izzy attacked his corn on the cob. Melted butter dripped down his chin. She was overcome with a sudden urge to lick the butter off his chin. Thankfully she was sitting too far away so she wouldn’t make a fool of herself. All of her senses were tingling with the random pictures that ran through her head.

Then, she heard her grandma speaking in the back of her mind. Yore mind’s in the gutter, gal. She giggled.

Izzy glanced at her curiously.

“Just enjoying the moment,” she said. She sure wasn’t going to admit to this handsome man that filled her with lustful desires that she’d just thought of her grandma.

Maybe she’d cook the next meal. At her place. Where they’d be inside and out of sight of prying eyes. “So, I was thinking, maybe I’d give you a taste of my cooking next time. Are you free next weekend?”

“I’d love that! But, not next weekend. I’ve got to run down to Austin.” He looked down at his plate as he continued. “I promised … a friend … that I’d help them … with something.”