Page 3 of Prophet
I tried to smile. “I just don’t want you to think that I do that a lot.”
“I don’t. I mean I’d wanted to do that myself, I just didn’t want to scare you away.”
“Oh, you could never do that.” I smiled.
“It’s hard for me to say the things I want to here,” Prophet said.
“Why?” I asked. “We talk fall the time.”
“Yeah, but this is more personal.”
I stared into his eyes as I realized he seemed very serious about whatever he wanted to say. “Go ahead.”
He let out a sigh and said, “I want us to be together. Like a couple.”
I wanted the exact same thing. I smiled at him. “Me too.”
He raised his brows as he looked surprised. “You do?”
“Yes, why do you think I kissed you?” I laughed.
“Well see, I haven’t ever like…dated a girl seriously,” he attempted to explain.
“Dated seriously?” I repeated.
Nodding, he admitted, “Just casual things ya know? Where we both knew it wasn’t like a forever thing.”
“Ok, I get that part. So what is the problem?”
He chuckled. “I love that you are a cut to the chase person. You just say it outright.”
I shrugged. “I do that, yes. Why not? I mean who wants to play games? My mom always said, that ‘something either is or isn’t.’ Something either works or not. Tell the truth, don’t waste your time and anyone else’s with a lie. If you need to say it, just say it already.” I chuckled. “My father on the other hand…” I smiled at the memory of him. “He told her ‘sometimes it wasn’t polite to be that way. You could upset people telling them the truth that they may not want to hear.’ She told him, ‘then why did they ask the question in the first place?’ They were so funny when they had conversations like that. My mom was a southerner through and through. Bea reminds me of her a lot. My dad was from Boston and she would say, she married a Yankee, so she had to teach him some things.”
Smiling at me, Prophet shook his head. “You are just so different from most women I’ve met. Other women, well, you just cannot tell sometimes what they want or…” He looked around, then at me. “What I meant to say was….We are stuck here at the ranch, so I can’t take you out on dates. You know, dinner, theater or whatever kind of dates we want. So, what I am making a mess of pointing out is…How do we do this?”
Damn, he was cute and yet, I saw a flame in his eyes earlier when I kissed him. I’d seen it before in men who looked at me. So, I know what it meant. Honestly, I felt relieved to see it now. Not with other men it always made me want to get as far away from them as I could. Like with Deacon, the man scared me. “Ok, well we could have a picnic date. Or go on a fishing date?”
He stared at me. “Like actually go and fish? With poles and bait?”
“Yes, I love doing that.”
He looked stunned. “Most women don’t, as far as I’ve ever known.”
“My dad took me all the time. In fact, it had been my mom who taught him how to fish.”
“Wow.” He nodded his head. “Ok, there’s two dates we can have.”
“Then there’s always popcorn, pizza and Netflix,” I suggested.
He slowly shook his head. “Wow, aren’t you a low maintenance woman. I suppose I don’t have a creative side like you do.”
“The heck you don’t.” I motioned to the leather braided lead he’d been working on. “You are creative.”
“Nah, that’s just like a fidget spinner thing.”
I stared at him. “Fidget?”
Smiling at me, he grabbed my hand and turned to walk us down the path toward the barn area. “Like a stress ball thing, ya know?”
