Man of Her Dreams by Teresa Blue

Author:Teresa Blue
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: romance, contemporary
Publisher: F+W Media, Inc.
Published: 2012-08-13T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Thirteen

Earl looked at the cell phone in his hand, waiting for a message from home. Nothing. What’d he expect? No one knew his number or that he even owned a damned cell phone. He’d purchased it on a whim. One of those pay-as-you go deals, an attempt to impress Dot, who constantly complained how behind the time they were. She proudly waved hers and tried to convince him how efficient a cell phone could be. “I could call you if there was an emergency or something.”

“That’s what 9-1-1 is for,” he answered, which earned him a growl. He put the thing up to his ear. Convenient. Yeah, right. Could be, if anyone ever answered the damned thing.

A young woman in the produce section had shown him how to send a text message and even did it for him, her fingers flying over the keys. In just a few seconds, he had sent a message asking Dot if she wanted anything special from the store.

Finally the little gadget dinged. One new message. He pressed the button and read the screen. Anything?

He punched in an answer. Yes. Name it.

Dot had been unsettled lately. Especially once Leslie had come home engaged. Earl pretended not to notice how often she got up during the night, or the fact she rarely laughed. These days, she cleaned excessively, like she was purposely trying to tire herself out.

Secretly, he’d been looking forward to the day all their kids were gone. He loved them. Of course, he did. But damn it, he’d pulled his time. He’d had years of little league and school pageants. Now that Ben was leaving for college, he hoped they could have a little more freedom. Do the stuff they’d put off while being responsible adults.

If only he could get Dot to see that. She’d been the perfect wife and mother. And he loved her for it. He wouldn’t trade his life or family for anything. Still, there had been a time when they almost didn’t get together. A time when Dot was not so … well, perfect. Hard to imagine, but in the beginning, winning her attention required a challenge. His heart sped up just thinking about it. She never failed to surprise him.

He wanted that back. That spark they’d known in the early days.

The phone dinged again and a small block of text came up. Hot, steamy sex on a blanket on the ground or in the backseat of a ’65 Chevy Impala or somewhere high in the sky with only the clouds to cover our nudity.

Earl stumbled and accidently rear-ended his cart into the back of an old woman. “Excuse me. I’m terribly sorry.” He pulled his buggy off to the side of the aisle, out of the way of serious shoppers with their coupons, and read the message again, slower this time. What did she say?

The gray-haired woman huffed past reeking so strongly of Bengay that his eyes watered. She rolled her cart around the Idaho potatoes and Vidalia sweet onions, her nose flipped in the air.

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