Normally, I dread Mondays, especially when I take the entire weekend off. But today cannot come soon enough. I was at the cafe as soon as it opened and was even there before Jana was. When she walked in and saw me already sitting down at what I think of as my table, she did a double take.
A few minutes later, she joins me with her own cup of coffee.
âWhat the hell has you so damned cheery today?â she grumbles as she sips her coffee.
âI think I had a date this weekend.â
She looks at me for a moment as if I had grown a third eye.
âYou think you had a date this weekend? Itâs kind of something you either know or you donât know.â
âWell, the other day when Cash came in here, he took me home. We sat and talked and then he asked me to go hunting with him last Saturday. Which in itself doesnât seem like a date, but it felt like one.
I havenât been hunting in a few years so Iâve wanted to go. He picked me up and even went as far as opening my car door. We talked and had a really good time and then when he brought me home, he kissed me. And then he asked me to have lunch with him today.â I sit back and bite my lip waiting for her reaction.
I donât have a lot of experience with guys. Even though I dated a guy in high school, who I was pretty serious about, but when it came time to have sex with him, I just couldnât do it. He just wasnât the guy I wanted to lose my virginity to.
When Jana found out I was still a virgin, I think she liked me that much more. Never once has she pressured me or hounded me about losing my virginity. So, it goes unsaid to us that I definitely do not have a lot of experience in this department.
âNormally I wouldnât say hunting is a date, much less a first date, but the kiss⦠you never know with those mountain men. They are different and maybe that was his idea of a date to see how well you would fit in up there on the mountain. But today is definitely a date. What does he have planned?â
âHonestly, I have no idea. He said lunch, so my guess is weâll go grab lunch down the road at the burger place.â I shrug my shoulders because we really didnât make any plans other than lunch.
âThat explains why you were looking all cute today in that dress and you have some curls in your hair. I like it. But I guess the big question is what do you think about him?â she asks as she steals a bite of my muffin that I havenât been able to finish.
âWell, I like him. Heâs really easy to talk to and actually listens. It doesnât hurt that heâs not bad on the eyes either.â
âGirl, all those mountain men are really easy on the eyes. They all look like they could bend you over a bed and break you and the bed in half in one easy move, if you know what I mean.â She wiggles her eyebrows at me with a smile on her face. While I know exactly what she means, she doesnât need to know that Iâve thought about it as well. This is all new for me, too.
âOkay, well, let me go and get my work done so that Iâm ready for this date. I promise to fill you in on all the details tomorrow.â
âDeal.â She nods her head and then chugs down the rest of her coffee before getting back to work.
Immediately, I start focusing on work in the next book Iâm editing and get lost in it like I normally do. The next thing I know, someone is sitting next to me. When I look up, itâs Cash, and heâs studying me.
âOh, Iâm so sorry. I didnât even realize what time it was. I got lost in what I was working on.â When I start putting away my stuff, he places a hand gently on my arm.
âIf you need to finish what youâre doing, I can wait. It was nice to see you so focused and I didnât want to disturb you.â He moves his hand from my arm, but I can still feel it as if itâs there and itâs never moved. Just that little amount of contact seems to have my body out of whack.
âIâm good to go, I promise.â I offer him a smile, which he returns before helping me gather my stuff and placing it in his truck.
âI was thinking we could have lunch at the burger place down the road. Are you okay to walk?â He asks once all my stuff is in the truck.
âThat sounds perfect.â
When I agreed to his location for lunch, a brilliant smile crossed his face. Itâs one that makes my heart skip a beat and could probably stop my heart if I thought too much about it. Heâs definitely a very handsome man, and heâs going to make someone an amazing husband one day. So why does that thought make me want to rip an imaginary womanâs head off her body? I donât even want to imagine him marrying someone else.
We make it to the restaurant and once again, he opens my door and pulls out my chair. All the gentlemanly things. Even though he may not have had a conventional upbringing, he was raised right. Or maybe itâs just something men around here are born with because they seem quite different from the guys back home.
As we read over the menu, I keep looking up and finding him watching me. Though not in a creepy way, but like heâs studying me or even that he cares enough to actually pay attention.
âJenna has been raving about the huckleberry burgers here, so I think itâs time that I try one,â I say as I close my menu.
âThat sounds good. I think Iâll try it too.â One of the things I like about him is heâs easygoing. As we wait for our food, heâs constantly looking around and I get the impression that this might possibly be the first time heâs ever been in any type of restaurant.
With what I know about his background, Iâm sure of it. But when he looks back at me, he relaxes a tiny bit, so I make it my mission to distract him.
âWhy donât you tell me what you do to prepare for winter up there on the mountain?â I ask.
Without hesitation, he launches into the topic. Heâs so passionate about what he does and seems to like sharing it with me. He tells me about his hunting and how he gathers the furs that he uses and what he does when heâs snowed in.
As he talks, I can picture it all. The simple life of living off the land using what you have. I never gave it much thought, but the more he talks about it, the more appealing it seems. Though itâs not like I can do much of what heâs talking about in my tiny cabin.
After we finish dinner, he wouldnât even hear about me offering to help pay for my half. Without a doubt, he really is one of those truly rare gentlemen that are left in this world. As we slowly walked back to his truck, we stop and look at a few shops along the way. Neither one of us want for the afternoon to end.
âCan I give you a ride home?â He asks, suddenly a little shy again.
âIâd like that.â While I donât want the date to end, I also donât want to come flat out and say that either.
When we get to my cabin, Mrs. Tipton is sitting on her front porch, and she gives me a small smile and nods as I climb out of his truck. Of course, after he opens the door for me.
He walks me to my door and stands there shoving his hands into the pockets of his jeans, looking like he wants to ask something but isnât sure how to do it. One thing that Iâve learned is if I just give him time and be patient, he finally works out what he wants to say.
âAre weâ¦â he hesitates for a moment and tries again. âAre youâ¦â
He canât seem to get the words out, so I gently place my hand on his arm, and he stops and stares at my hand before looking back up at me.
âWhat is it?â I ask gently. I donât want to push him too hard, but I do want to know what he is thinking.
Taking a deep breath, he asks, âAre you my girlfriend?â
Why does the thought of being his girlfriend make me giddy? Even though I shouldnât want to be, I very much do want to be his girlfriend. So, we take a small step closer to each other. His eyes are running over my face like heâs looking for the smallest hint of my reaction.
âIâd very much like to be your girlfriend and have you be my boyfriend. Is that what you want?â
He nods his head, and I take another small step towards him. Although he watches me move, he doesnât back up, but stays in place. Itâs then it hits me how isolated heâs truly been and how lonely it must get up there now that his brother has passed. At that moment, I decide to be brave and upfront with him.
âIâd like that too, but it has rules, you know?â
âWhat rules?â
âYou donât date anyone else, you donât kiss anyone else, and you definitely donât fuck anyone else. And I donât either.â His eyes go big for a minute, but then he relaxes, and reaches for my hand and takes it in his.
âThatâs exactly what I want,â he says.
This time he takes a step towards me, closing the space between us pressing his chest to my chest.
âWhat a coincidence. Thatâs what I want too.â
Then he leans in and kisses me. At first I think itâs going to be just a simple soft goodbye kiss, but then his hand cups my cheek and the kiss intensifies. But itâs only for a moment before he pulls away.
After dropping a kiss on my cheek, he turns and goes to his truck. I watch him until I canât see his tailights. When I turn to face Mrs. Tiptonâs house, I expect her to be there having watched the whole thing, but I find her front porch empty.
Something about her giving us privacy seems like sheâs giving me her stamp of approval. But I know Iâm still going to hear about it the next time we talk.