Fall Fireside by Liz Isaacson

Author:Liz Isaacson [Isaacson, Liz]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: AEJ Creative Works
Published: 2019-09-17T05:00:00+00:00

Chapter 9

Cami’s thoughts barely seemed to stay in her mind long enough to think them. Boyfriend. Kids. A cowboy like me.

She hadn’t expected any serious questions like those until much later in their relationship. Of course, she’d never really kissed a man as quickly as she had Clay either. Never felt as comfortable with one as fast as she had him. Never felt like she could be who she truly was so readily.

She wasn’t sure if that was because she’d known him for three years. Or because Jessie and Rhodes both spoke so highly of him. Or if he was her soulmate. The romantic in her wanted it to be the last one, and she curled her fingers around his and squeezed.

“What are you thinking about?” he asked.

“Too much.” She took a deep breath. “What do you think Pastor Dahl will talk about tonight?”

“I have no idea.”

“I wanted to be a pastor once,” she said, smiling out the front window as Clay turned into the parking lot of the one and only Italian restaurant in town. How she’d missed the twenty-five-minute drive to town, she wasn’t sure.

Lost in thought.

“Really?” Clay asked, surprise right there in the syllables.

“Yeah.” She giggled. “It’s a far cry from accounting, right?”

“Like, opposite sides of a canyon.” After parking, he twisted to face her. “So why did you choose accounting?”

“Numbers make sense,” she said matter-of-factly. “They line up. They don’t lie.”

“And religion doesn’t make sense or line up? It lies?”

“No,” she said quickly. “But there are gray areas. Things I don’t understand. Things I believe, but don’t know.” She looked at him, almost desperate for him to agree with him. “Don’t you think?”

His eyes softened, and he nodded. “Yeah,” he said. “Sometimes we just have to take a step into the dark. That’s what my mom always said.”

The moment felt heavy for one, two, three breaths, and then they seemed to breathe in together. “Okay,” he said, his voice bright now. “Let’s go eat. I believe you said pasta was one of your favorite foods.”

“And Caprese salad,” she said. “With a lot of balsamic vinegar.”

“Yes.” He grinned at her and got out of the truck, turning back to help her down. She let her palms slide up his arms and across his chest before her feet hit the ground. “You look amazing, by the way,” he said, leaning down and kissing her again.

This time, it wasn’t just a chaste touch of his lips against hers. But a kiss, the way he’d captured her mouth on the lane that ran in front of his house, dead-ending near a stand of trees and that field with long grass.

“I sure do like you, Miss Cami,” he murmured, and Cami kept her eyes closed as she smiled, her forehead pressed against his. The other cowboys she’d dated didn’t normally say such things to her, and it was just one more reminder that Clay Martin wasn’t like the other cowboys she’d dated.

“I like you too, Clay,” she whispered, because she was afraid if she gave too much voice to the words, the true strength of her feelings would come out.

Download

Copyright Disclaimer:
This site does not store any files on its server. We only index and link to content provided by other sites. Please contact the content providers to delete copyright contents if any and email us, we'll remove relevant links or contents immediately.