and watched her smile. It was a perfect smile.
‘I think we’ve done well. At least considering we had limited supplies and a few hours. Now…’ She rubbed her stomach. ‘I’m starved. Wanna go attack that Salisbury steak?’
His stomach growled. ‘As you can hear, that’s a yes. Hey, there was a liquor store on the way here. Want me to go grab us some beers? Toast all this hard work?’
Her dark-brown eyes clouded for a moment. Her happy face came down to sad. ‘I don’t…I don’t drink,’ she said. ‘But if you want to it’s fine by m–’
‘No,’ he said. Something in her gaze made him sorry he’d brought it up. ‘I can definitely go without. No worries.’
‘Sorry,’ she said, blushing. ‘Sorry to be such a party pooper.’
‘Hey,’ he said, grabbing her arm and giving her a soft hug. ‘People make a fun party. Not booze. It’s really no big deal, Betsey. Let’s go eat that food. I’m ready to drop.’
She took his cue and looped her arm through his as they walked companionably towards her trailer. ‘Thanks, Archie,’ she whispered.
Another hug. He tried to keep it brotherly. He found it hard to believe they’d met less than eight hours ago. ‘Thank you, Betsey. You have single-handedly turned my world around in a single day. You’re amazing.’
She seemed uncomfortable with the praise and quickly changed the subject. ‘We definitely need to get you a shower curtain. It’s the only thing I didn’t have.’
‘Yeah. Not sure how I’m going to handle that one.’ Archie chuckled.
She squeezed his arm. ‘You can just take one at my place tonight. Tomorrow we’ll get you your own.’
Don’t think dirty things…don’t think dirty things…
But Archie failed and ended up, in the back of his mind, thinking dirty things the whole way to Betsey’s trailer.
The Salisbury steak was to die for.
‘I didn’t believe you,’ he said, forking into a big bite. They sat at her tiny two-person table and the fairy lights were twinkling. The whole place made him feel a peace and serenity he hadn’t felt in a very long time.
‘No one ever does,’ she said, winking. ‘They think I’m just talking up the diner’s food. Then they eat it. And they go, “Ooooooooh.”’ She laughed.
‘So tell me, Betsey who saved my ass today Smith, how did you come to be working here? Why is it the waitressing life for you?’
There it was again. That small frown he’d seen earlier and then again when he’d offered to go buy beer. Before she could even attempt to speak, Archie held up a hand. ‘Never mind. Strike that question.’
She cocked an eyebrow at him and he saw that she twirled her long honey-toned hair around her finger when she was nervous. She was twirling it now. Making a tight twist of her hair and then letting it go before repeating the manoeuvre.
‘Why do you say that? Why take the question off the table?’
‘Because your expression says you don’t want to talk about it and I can respect that. I, for some bizarre reason, wanted to talk about life crap when we started talking.’
She chuckled. Ate a forkful of potatoes.
‘Oh, trust me,’ Archie said. ‘It shocked even me. But I did.’ His voice broke a little and he hated how vulnerable he sounded. ‘But I did and I’m grateful for it.’
She blushed and looked down at her plate, at the floor, at the kitchenette. Anywhere but at him. He realised she was a very good person who was very uncomfortable with anyone knowing it.
‘I’m glad I could listen. And maybe…’ She twirled her fork through her potatoes but didn’t eat them. ‘Maybe I’ll want to talk one day soon. To you. I think I will. But it’s hard for me – the talking part – I’m still not one hundred per cent with who I am. Better than I was once upon a time, but still, I think I could be better.’
Archie rubbed his eyes, unsure of what to say. What could he say to that? How someone as good as Betsey Smith could feel that way, think she could be better and in some huge way, judging by her tone and her expression, was beyond him. It hurt his head.
‘I doubt that.’
She patted his hand but quickly withdrew her fingers when he jumped slightly. Her touching him, it always affected him. ‘It’s true. Now about that shower. You’re all done with your dinner. I could make us some quick brownies while you take one. If you want. If not, I can loan you an old tablecloth to drape over your shower-curtain rod until we get you one.’
Until we get you one…
Why did that ‘we’ make him so utterly happy? It frightened Archie.
‘Sure. I’d love to shower in your shower. But it’s really the brownies I’m after,’ he said, clearing his plate.
‘Typical man,’ Betsey said and laughed.
Her laugh made something warm glow in his chest. He rubbed it and followed her directions to find the clean towels. And found himself whistling along the way.
Standing naked in her shower wasn’t helping him. Archie became supremely aware of how affected he’d been by the off-and-on contact they’d had through the day. Her taking his hands, hugging him, how her lush body had felt pressed against him. He grabbed his cock roughly and gave it three good tugs before dropping it like it was a loaded gun. He chuckled darkly.
‘Probably a bit creepy to beat off in her shower while she bakes you brownies. Might want to save that until you get home.’
His cock throbbed and his chest ached with a physical need to bring his arousal to conclusion. But also to do something – anything – to act on the weird and sudden feelings he had for this woman who seemed to have fallen into his lap. It was as if after beating him up for months on end, over a year actually, the universe had decided to drop a good thing in his lap. A bright and shiny thing that made him feel happier than he had in a very long time.
‘Sappy, sappy,’ he sighed, scrubbing his hair. He stood there smelling like peaches and lavender of all things, looking at her loofah and her pink razor and the towel that had suns and moons all over, and decided to kiss her. Really kiss her. And tell her what he was feeling.
She seemed the kind of person he could confess to and she wouldn’t run away.
He’d go out there, have a brownie, plant one on her and confess. Then they could see how it went. If it went.
Problem solved.
Archie towelled off quickly, dressed in his old clothes but shoved his boxer briefs in his back pocket and marched out barefoot to spill it all to Betsey Smith.
