Page 21 of Who's Playing You
The Love Machine:
What? Are you up there in bum-fuck-nowhere widdling wood with the construction crew that you hired? But further, I can’t understand for the life of me why in the hell you bought a fucking HOUSE!!! And in some rinky-dink little college town when you could have rented a sweet penthouse in Man-fucking-hattan!!! What is wrong with you? Did your mom drop you on your head or someone tackle you a little too hard at practice?
I don’t have to explain my choices to you.
The Holy One:
How about to me?
The Love Machine:
Good one Papas. I snort-laughed out loud on that one, like for reals.
It’s been real fellas. Have a good night. I’ve got an early day tomorrow.
The Love Machine:
An early start TOMORROW? It’s fucking Saturday! I know for fucking certain that The Rage aren’t having you come in on a Saturday morning in pre-season to do workouts, because you told me as much. So what the hell are you doing at the ass crack of dawn on a Saturday?
Painting in the woods.
And with that I turned my phone off. I knew I’d pay for it later, but their texts, phone calls and FaceTime calls could wait untilafter my day with Scottie. Maybe by then I’d be ready to tell them the big news.
But until then, they could wait.
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SCOTTIE ANDERSON
I’m jonesing with excitement. I can’t wait to meet this group of people and experience the wonder of nature through their eyes and artistry. And lead them on this spiritual journey that often just leads to self-discovery.
I swung by the Caffeinated Cock and grabbed myself an iced latte and scone before jumping in my car. I had loaded the car up last night so all I’d have to do this morning was head out. I made sure I had extra canvases, paints, brushes, palettes, charcoal, paper… just everything I thought we might need. I even brought the water colors and all of the things needed for that medium if it called to anyone, even though the focus today was supposed to be on charcoal on paper and acrylic paints.
I pulled into the parking area near the outlook that was to be our source of inspiration today. I made sure to arrive 30 minutes early. As I pulled into my parking spot, I scanned the area, only to find a handful of cars with a few hikers mulling about.
There was one that stood out though.
Tucked in the corner of the lot, about two spots over from me, was an all black older model Bronco. And it looked like it was on big tires.
Leaning up against the SUV with one of his legs angled up and leaning on one of those big tires was a guy who was meant to be noticed.
He was tall and looked to be in really good shape, like reallyreallygood shape. He had his face kind of hidden from me though, so I was only able to appreciate his physique. And what physique it was!
Hubba-hubba!
Once I had my car parked and turned off, I dared to peer over in his direction again.
He was looking straight at me, showing me more of his face from this angle.
I allowed myself to take him all in, because… why not? The dude was staring at me! And there was an invisible thread that kept pulling my gaze to him.
He must be damn near 6’5, strongly built but not like one of those bulky sport guys. More like a runner. But… better.
He removed his sunglasses and lifted his baseball cap from his head which had his long inky black hair falling over his forehead, but now I could see his face. His jaw was so friggin’ chiseled, I’m sure he could cut glass with that thing. His nose was straight, his eyes were lighter, which was made obvious with the stark contrast of that inky-black hair.
Wow.
That’s all I could think.
