Page 15 of Pepper, the Biker & the Vanishing Body

“When? You’re letting me know that you intend to marry me?” Okay, so my heart started beating faster.

“It’s not something I haven’t alluded to.”

“Alluded,” I said, pointing out the vast difference while my stomach fluttered like a young lass in love. Drats, there I go again sounding like one of Amy’s romance novels.

He grabbed me by the shoulders and gave me a quick kiss. “I love you, Pep, and that’s not going to change. And I know you love me though I tell you more often that I love you than you tell me.”

“Keeping count?” I accused and cringed. “You’re right. You’re much better at this romantic stuff than I am.”

“You are more romantic than you think, watching old suspense movies with me, old mystery series, discussing great mystery authors, and coming upon mysteries for us to solve together. I never expected to find a woman who enjoyed solving a mystery as much as I do. We make a good pair, Pep, and I don’t want to lose that.”

“Neither do I,” I admitted.

“I’ve got to go.”

The sound of a large truck coming up the long driveway caught our attention.

“The old deck is being ripped down today,” I reminded. “How about I pick you up to go to talk with the reverend.”

“Great. Text me when you’re on your way.” He hurried to the door.

“Ian,” I called out, meaning to halt him in his tracks. He turned, a look of concern on his face. “I love you.”

He winked at me. “How could you not? I’m irresistible.”

I couldn’t help but laugh since it was the truth. He was completely irresistible, and it wasn’t his good looks that made him irresistible to me.

The construction crew got busy working. Mo sat at the French doors watching the men begin to tear the deck apart. He cast a glance at me now and again as if wanting to know what was going on.

“We’re getting a much-needed new and larger deck. You’re going to love it.” That seemed to pacify him, and he laid down and continued to watch the men.

Roxie, with her how-dare-you-disturb-me attitude, took herself off to the library to curl herself onto one of the comfy chairs and sleep.

I got busy on my prepper business, keeping my website current and working on material for my new podcast series that was growing fast. It’s easier for people to multitask when you can pop earphones in and listen to a podcast while doing other things, like writing the books I’m under contract to write.

Time flies by when you’re engrossed in work, and I was finishing up reading and responding to some emails before it was time to pick up Ian when I came across one from the local community college’s bulletins. I signed up to receive a notice on their lecture series and one lecture caught my eye.

READING PEOPLE LIKE AN OPEN BOOK presented by Professor Evan Swatcher.

Join us for an engaging and insightful lecture on the art of “Reading People Like An Open Book.” In this thought-provoking session, we will explore the fascinating world of non-verbal communication, uncovering the subtle cues that reveal volumes about an individual's thoughts, feelings, and intentions.

Delve into the secrets of body language, facial expressions, and vocal nuances as we decode the silent language that permeates every interaction. Whether you’re interested in enhancing your professional relationships, improving personal connections, or simply refining your observational skills, this lecture offers valuable insights and practical tools.

Led by Professor Evan Swatcher, this session promises an enriching journey of self-discovery and heightened awareness. Learn how to navigate social dynamics with greater ease, foster empathy, and gain a deeper understanding of the intricate ways in which humans communicate beyond words.

Don’t miss this opportunity to unlock the hidden chapters of human interaction. Join us for an exploration into the art and science of “Reading People Like An Open Book” and gain a new perspective on the profound language that connects us all.

I shot a quick text to Ian to see if he would be interested in attending the lecture with me and sent one to Amy to see if she and Beau would be interested as well. I had a feeling it would be a resounding yes and it was. I signed Ian and me up and Amy took care of her and Beau.

Once done, I sent Ian a text that I was on my way, and he was waiting outside the lodge for me. The man always managed to flutter my heart. It wasn’t his handsome features—okay, maybe a little—it was the way his gorgeous blue eyes lit up when he saw me, like he was always thrilled even if it had been just a short time since we had seen each other. And I couldn’t help but smile.

“Hi, gorgeous,” he said after getting in the truck and leaned across the console to kiss me.

Okay, maybe my heart flutters had something to do with his kisses as well. He truly was a genius at kissing.

“That lecture you suggested sounds interesting,” Ian said, settling in his seat and locking his seatbelt.

We discussed it on the way to the church, Ian glad to hear that Amy and Beau would be joining us.

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