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home…and business, and I just want to paint and be with my son.
After some of the replies I got, I almost wish I hadn't mentioned the "V" word :). But living in a small town, I've seen more than one girl—woman, sleep her way from man to man and marriage to marriage, looking for someone to take care of them rather than try and stand on their own two feet. I know it's not a small town thing because I went to college with girls looking for an MRS Degree. I guess It's just more obvious here.
I want a woman who thinks more of herself—I learned that from Travis's mother. A woman who knows her worth isn't dependan on what's between her legs. Sorry to sound so blunt and rude and yeah, crass even, but I don't know any other way to say it. I do know not all women are like that. Unfortunately all the independent women I know are too old or married or related to me :D
I want a woman who can take care of herself if she has to, not one who relies on her body—sex—men—to get her what she wants or needs.
Come spring there's a great field of bluebonnets and Indian paintbrushes nearby. You could wear something white and we could take a picnic. It looks something like this.
    I read the email at least a dozen times before clicking on the link he'd included. It led to a painting featured by a Houston art gallery. A huge longhorn with dappled hindquarters stood in a field of bluebonnets. I got so tickled it was a wonder Jace didn't come to check on me. If he had, he would have found me giggling with tears running down my face.

Chapter Four
Zack
    There wasn't much uglier scenery than South Texas in late winter. And January's cold rains gave way to sharp February winds that left Zack gasping for air and pulling on extra thermals and socks, but today he got to stay in and paint. By the time the sun finally appeared on the horizon, he was ready for a break. He'd been in his studio since four that morning, working on sketches of Hope from the photo she'd sent. He stood and stretched, aware of the cold seeping through the floor.
    He stopped outside his studio door and turned up the heat, then poked his head in Travis's room. He lay stretched out on his back, dead to the world. With a smile, Zack quietly pulled the door to and headed down the hall, pausing at his desk long enough to turn the computer on. While it booted up, he put on a fresh pot of coffee.
    His agent, Kate Bradshaw, lived in Dallas, so the computer was a necessity. She needed a way to keep in touch with him since, according to her, he lived in the boonies. Of course, she considered anything not smack-dab in the middle of urban sprawl the boonies.
    Zack settled in at his desk and scanned his email. Two were from Kate asking about preparations for his June show in Houston and how work was progressing. All the usual things an agent worried about when money was involved...and one from Hope.
I've been thinking a lot about respect and sex. Get your mind out of the gutter :) . I mean that by saying you want a virgin, you want a woman who respects herself. Am I right?
    She was! Zack smiled to himself and kept on reading.
I've dated some, but never found anyone I wanted to spend all my time with. Sometimes I wonder if there's something wrong with me. Am I too cynical or too picky? I see other women getting married and having babies but I can't seem to figure it all out. I can't seem to buy into it, but that doesn't mean I don't want it. How do you know you've found the right person to spend your life with? What if you marry someone then find your soul mate, then what?
And do we really even have soul mates?
Sorry to be on such a downer today. I just feel like you'll understand whatever I tell you, no matter how off-the-wall it is, but I feel weird, knowing you're out there somewhere and that you seem to understand me so well when I don't even know you. For real that is. Sometimes I wish I did
I wonder what would it be like to talk to you face to face, go for a walk with you, to touch