soundly asleep before she even got through the third page of the bedtime story. The little one completely wore herself out today! She kissed her forehead and then exited the small room. Time to get ready for dinner!
She took her own shower and then brushed her hair until it shone. The closer it got to 7 o’clock, the more nervous she became. Would he turn up? Or, would he stand her up? Had he only asked out of politeness? Had she misinterpreted his comment? Perhaps he’d only been making small talk and hadn’t really meant to ask her out to dinner?
At five minutes till 7, she had worried herself into a frenzy. She was mentally counseling herself to not be disappointed when he didn’t show up. They never did! When the doorbell rang at precisely 7 o’clock, she couldn’t help the large grin that appeared on her face! He really came! She headed for the front door, overjoyed that he had shown up.
As she prepared to open the door, her heart was pounding fast and her breathing had a slight hitch in it. She reached for the handle and repeated her mantra for the night – I am so not falling for this guy. We’re going to have dinner, and that’s where it ends!
*****
Dinner with Dean was nothing short of fantastic! They had so many things to talk about and Melissa thoroughly enjoyed hearing about his work. She enjoyed seeing the enthusiastic smile on his face when he told her about his studies. He loved his work so much and his whole body came to life, talking about it. Since when is talking about insects sexy?
She couldn’t help the attraction to grow by the minute. He was intense. Powerful. Courteous. Enthusiastic. Sweet. Everything she’d ever wanted in a man. Even while talking about his work he never once forgot to make sure she was comfortable. Opening the door for her, holding the chair, helping her out of her coat, refilling her glass, all the little details that showed her he really cared for her.
He never was absorbed into hearing himself talk, but excitedly answered her questions. He even paused every time she looked confused and made sure to explain in non-scientific words so she could understand. Dean gave her the feeling she was the only person that mattered. In the room. In the world.
She told him about Annie’s rose garden. Grandma Annie had given Melissa her own small plot of the garden several years earlier, and Melissa had been experimenting with different types of roses.
She’d been hesitant that first growing season, having never tried her hand at growing anything. But she had a definite knack for it, so much so that some people in the community raved about her green thumbs! Apart from growing the roses, she loved to arrange flowers into artistic centerpieces that were both esthetically pleasing to the human eye, and showed off the flower’s unique qualities as well.
“You should do something with that talent,” Dean told her as they waited for the meals to arrive.
Melissa smiled shyly at him, “Well, I’m planning to go to college in the fall. I’ve been saving up for that.”
“Where are you enrolled?”
“Well…I’ve applied at several colleges nearby, but so far I haven’t received a response back.” Melissa could her the concern evident in her voice. Hopefully he didn’t think she was a pathetic case. She’d been several years late finishing high school after taking some time off to care for her baby. The college advisors had assured that her age wouldn’t prove to be a handicap in terms of getting accepted to their institutions, but she’d sent the applications off months ago and was starting to get worried!
“So what are you to do with a college degree?” Dean asked, a question he posed to most of his incoming freshmen students. Going to college had to have an end goal, or it was just a waste of time and resources.
Melissa grinned at him and answered, “I want to open my own flower shop here at the lake.”
“Really? The lake doesn’t have a florists shop
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