Page 12 of The Flyboy's Girl
Shaking my head, I admit, “No, I’ve only been here a little over a year.”
“Still, it sounds like you are the perfect person to show me around this week while I’m here.”
I can’t stop the wave of disappointment that crashes over me. “So you’re just visiting?”
“No, I’ll be around, but I may not have as much free time after this week.”
“So more work and less dancing is that it?”
“Something like that. Although I would always make time for dancing with you.”
“You sir, are very charming.”
As the music begins to pick up, Paul pulls me close and says, “Come on, let’s get something to drink and you can tell me more about yourself.”
Placing his hand on the small of my back, Paul guides us over to the drink table. “What would you like to drink?”
“Just punch please.”
Taking two cups of punch from the attendant, Paul leads us over to an empty table in the corner. Placing the cups on the table, he pulls out a chair for me before taking his own seat.
“You never told me where you’re from,” I say before taking a sip of my punch.
“Neither did you,” he challenges with a smile that makes his blue eyes sparkle.
“That’s true, I didn’t. My father is in the military so I’ve lived in a few places. All stateside. Before moving to California, we were in Illinois.”
“That must have been quite a change for you moving from the cold of the mid-west to sunshine.”
“It was, but a very nice change. I’ll take the warm sunny days anytime.” I take another sip of my punch before prodding him to tell me about himself. “Now you know where I’m from, tell me about you.”
He chuckles a bit before looking up from his cup. “I was born and raised in Nebraska. Grew up on my parents’ farm, where we raised cows and corn.”
“So what are you doing in California?”
“Getting ready to start a new adventure.”
“That sounds exciting.”
“I hope so. Of course, I have to admit,” Paul says as he reaches across the table and takes my hand in his, causing me to look up into his mesmerizing blue eyes. “It has been so far,” he replies causing me to blush.
Caught up in the moment, my voice barely above a whisper, I ask, “How’s that?”
Paul leans in close as if he’s about to relay a secret, so I do the same. “Because today I met the prettiest girl I’ve ever laid eyes on, and I’m hoping that I get to spend more time with her.”
Searching his blue eyes, I see nothing but sincerity in his words. “I have a feeling she would like to spend time with you too.”
“I’m glad to hear that, because I think it’s time for another dance.” Standing from his seat and extending his hand to me, Paul leads us back out to the dance floor, where I spend to the next three songs held within his arms.
When the last song ends, we make our way back to our table, only to be stopped by Millie and Don.
“Hi you two,” Millie says as they step up beside us. “Having a good time?”
“We are,” I readily reply while leaning into Paul’s side. “What about you?”
“It’s been a perfect night,” Millie dreamily replies while gazing up at Don, who matches her starry gaze with his own.
“We should be going soon Millie, we don’t want to be late.”
