Table for Two by Girard Dara

Author:Girard, Dara [Girard, Dara]
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Publisher: Ilori Press Books LLC
Published: 2011-05-22T23:00:00+00:00

The gift my lover bestows

For in my arms she lays till morning

Her head against my pillow

Outside the rain tapped and cried

Upon the world below

While patiently I waited

To end her nightly doze

At last, I greet her with a smile

And she replies with a kiss

That reminds me of sweetened raspberries

And a soft, gentle mist.

It couldn't be, she thought when the crowd burst into applause. It was too ludicrous, too narcissistic to consider. Yet...

"Are you okay?" Glen asked, taking her hand.

"I'm fine." She forced a smile. "I'm just digesting the words." They were so powerful and had the hint of a sorcerer's spell, casting their magical tentacles around her heart. She stood. "I'll be right back."

He reluctantly let her hand go. "I'll be here."

Cassie made her way through the seats and the people captivated by the next poetry selection and headed for the restroom. She had almost reached her destination when a hand shot out from behind a bookshelf and grabbed her arm.

"Looking for me?" Drake asked, pulling her to him. She smelled the sweet summer evening on his jacket.

"What are you doing here?" she demanded, ignoring the thrill creeping up her spine.

He dismissed her outrage. His arm slid around her waist. "You look beautiful. Did you like my poem?"

"You didn't write it. You don't even like poetry."

"I admit I had some help." His thumb climbed up her spine, sending electrical chills through her body. "But we both know who inspired it." His mouth captured hers for a brief wild moment.

"It was lovely," she allowed, not wanting to encourage him, but unable to pull away. "But you shouldn't be here."

"You know I've waited all evening to see you tell your friend good-bye."

"I'm not telling him good-bye."

"Why not?" He glanced around the bookshelf and stared at Glen with a frown. "He keeps crying."

"That's because he's touched."

"In the head?"

"The poems remind him of his ex-wife."

"How can he be thinking of his ex-wife while sitting next to you? Seems a little off."

She scowled.

He outlined her lips with his finger. "Forgive me, I can't help being unkind to the competition."

She pushed his hand away. "He's not your competition."

His eyes lit up with the confidence of expected victory.

"He's not?"

"No," she said coolly. "You're not even in the running."

The expression in his eyes turned flat—a dull bronze. His arms fell from her waist. For a long moment he didn't say anything, just stared at her in his intense unreadable way. "At least you're honest," he said eventually, his voice neutral. He shoved his hands in his pockets and turned.

She was ready to see him go, but something else made her call his name. "Drake—"

He spun around, his eyes spitting fire. "What? Do you wish to soothe me by telling me it wouldn't work? How you'd like to remain friends?" He pointed a finger at her. "Erase it from your mind. Now go back to your drippy friend and do not waste my time or yours. I will not be one of your toy boys." He turned on his heel and stalked away.

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