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go,” he said.
She pulled out onto the road and drove along, trying to keep her mind on her driving and not on the hunk sitting near her. Spotting a gas station she pulled in.
"I'm out of gas." It was a true fact—she had planned to fill up on the way home. The marker was touching the E.
He opened his door, got out. “I’ll fill it.”
It gave her time to figure out what she wanted to do. She pulled up the small lever to open the tank lid, then handed him the keys to unlock the cap. “Thanks. Regular.”
She hadn’t had anyone fill the tank for her since she had last been in Oregon. He used his credit card, and was soon filling her tank, while she was still trying to figure out where to go. Not to her apartment. One of the malls? They could walk along and talk.
She looked up at the bright sun peeking through fast-moving clouds. They would dry off sooner outdoors. A park? No. The zoo.
She hadn’t been to the Woodland Park Zoo for several years, but it made a perfect place to get to know someone. Plenty of people around. But he vetoed her idea.
“I found a place when I was here last time, near the Alderwood Mall. I had to turn around or would have ended up driving to Canada. We can sit in the car and talk—leave the doors open so I’ll dry out.”
She headed north on the freeway, past the green highway signs with their white letters, the Scotch Broom growing in bunches on the sides of the road, over the long bridge which spanned the ship canal. It was too early for heavy homeward traffic, but she still appreciated his silence as she drove.
He directed her onto a freeway off-ramp at Alderwood, down a narrow side street...then off that into an unused lane overgrown, tree-lined, and deserted. The car bumped slowly along and she stopped just off the road; the stillness complete when she turned off the engine. They could have been a hundred miles from civilization instead of less than a few hundred feet.
"That's better." Logan said, opening his side door and turning towards her. "I didn't realize I was getting so wet. The rain here is deceptive."
Small talk; it didn't tell her anything...or was he trying to put her at ease?
"It's been raining for two days," she agreed, opening her door and turning slightly on the seat to face him. Her purse was open on her lap. She rested her hand inside as she spoke, found the can of Mace with her fingers and made sure the nozzle was pointed in the right direction.
Overhead the clouds looked to be clearing completely.
“Let’s walk,” he said, bending forward, and she registered the words just in time and kept her fingers still.
“Okay.” She gathered the purse closer and scooted outside.
They left the car and walked up the lane a short distance to a large fir tree where they continued to talk. Actually, where he asked questions and she answered. She hadn't learned very much more about him than she had at the lake, although now he had a background.
Pleasant, congenial...with a smile that flashed now and then, able to laugh at himself...a virile man who was apologetic for disturbing her, yet stubbornly determined to get to know her...and too persistent to leave after being rebuffed.
He had a forceful personality; a man used to getting what he went after. While answering some of his questions she felt like she was being interrogated...for when she hesitated or tried to slide past what he wanted, he brought her up short and hammered at the point until he had an answer.
Maybe he was a policeman, after all. An undercover agent or an investigator, used to learning all he could about a suspect. He could certainly say he was getting to know her. She hadn't told anyone this much about herself at one time...ever.
"I'm running out of time; we'll have to go in a few minutes," he finally stated, reluctant to bring their meeting to a close. He drug his toe across the ground, rumpling up the carpet of fir needles. "Would you let me kiss you, please? Just once?" he asked and
She pulled out onto the road and drove along, trying to keep her mind on her driving and not on the hunk sitting near her. Spotting a gas station she pulled in.
"I'm out of gas." It was a true fact—she had planned to fill up on the way home. The marker was touching the E.
He opened his door, got out. “I’ll fill it.”
It gave her time to figure out what she wanted to do. She pulled up the small lever to open the tank lid, then handed him the keys to unlock the cap. “Thanks. Regular.”
She hadn’t had anyone fill the tank for her since she had last been in Oregon. He used his credit card, and was soon filling her tank, while she was still trying to figure out where to go. Not to her apartment. One of the malls? They could walk along and talk.
She looked up at the bright sun peeking through fast-moving clouds. They would dry off sooner outdoors. A park? No. The zoo.
She hadn’t been to the Woodland Park Zoo for several years, but it made a perfect place to get to know someone. Plenty of people around. But he vetoed her idea.
“I found a place when I was here last time, near the Alderwood Mall. I had to turn around or would have ended up driving to Canada. We can sit in the car and talk—leave the doors open so I’ll dry out.”
She headed north on the freeway, past the green highway signs with their white letters, the Scotch Broom growing in bunches on the sides of the road, over the long bridge which spanned the ship canal. It was too early for heavy homeward traffic, but she still appreciated his silence as she drove.
He directed her onto a freeway off-ramp at Alderwood, down a narrow side street...then off that into an unused lane overgrown, tree-lined, and deserted. The car bumped slowly along and she stopped just off the road; the stillness complete when she turned off the engine. They could have been a hundred miles from civilization instead of less than a few hundred feet.
"That's better." Logan said, opening his side door and turning towards her. "I didn't realize I was getting so wet. The rain here is deceptive."
Small talk; it didn't tell her anything...or was he trying to put her at ease?
"It's been raining for two days," she agreed, opening her door and turning slightly on the seat to face him. Her purse was open on her lap. She rested her hand inside as she spoke, found the can of Mace with her fingers and made sure the nozzle was pointed in the right direction.
Overhead the clouds looked to be clearing completely.
“Let’s walk,” he said, bending forward, and she registered the words just in time and kept her fingers still.
“Okay.” She gathered the purse closer and scooted outside.
They left the car and walked up the lane a short distance to a large fir tree where they continued to talk. Actually, where he asked questions and she answered. She hadn't learned very much more about him than she had at the lake, although now he had a background.
Pleasant, congenial...with a smile that flashed now and then, able to laugh at himself...a virile man who was apologetic for disturbing her, yet stubbornly determined to get to know her...and too persistent to leave after being rebuffed.
He had a forceful personality; a man used to getting what he went after. While answering some of his questions she felt like she was being interrogated...for when she hesitated or tried to slide past what he wanted, he brought her up short and hammered at the point until he had an answer.
Maybe he was a policeman, after all. An undercover agent or an investigator, used to learning all he could about a suspect. He could certainly say he was getting to know her. She hadn't told anyone this much about herself at one time...ever.
"I'm running out of time; we'll have to go in a few minutes," he finally stated, reluctant to bring their meeting to a close. He drug his toe across the ground, rumpling up the carpet of fir needles. "Would you let me kiss you, please? Just once?" he asked and
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