Tatted by Renee LaRuse

Author:Renee LaRuse [LaRuse, Renee]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781105665950
Publisher: Lulu.com
Published: 2012-04-12T16:00:00+00:00

4: Dessert

As Misha perused the produce aisles of the grocery store, a sale on peaches caught her eye; $1.99 a pound. She picked up the largest one she saw and felt it out, mimicking what she’d seen other people do when buying fruit. Exactly what to feel for or look for, she never did get around to learning.

What was most important? The perfection of its flesh, or the tenderness of what lie inside?

And how could you tell whether the fruit was ready, truly ready, to be enjoyed?

Before she returned the peach to the pile, she brought it to her nose and inhaled the sweet fragrance of its rosy yellow skin. Misha slowly pushed her empty shopping cart past the vegetables and into the meat and seafood section. Still no ideas about what to make for dinner. Usually she’d talk it over with Mark and they’d have a theme. Last Thursday they went south of the border; Mexican cuisine. Her house had smelled of the citrusy zip of cilantro and the smokiness of cumin. And of Mark. It was surprising how clearly she could recall the smell of his cologne now as she thought of him. The spicy scent wafted into her nose as if he were right beside her.

“You makin’ me dinner tonight, Misha? You are so sweet.”

Misha’s heart danced in her chest at the sound of his voice. He was standing right behind her. She smiled instantly and turned around. “Mark.” She lifted her chin to look up into his glistening dark brown eyes. His pink lips, gorgeous, stretched into a wide smile he was trying to restrain. Small beads of sweat were on his forehead and on his scalp, dampening and darkening the roots of his light brown hair. With a blue, long-sleeved, collared shirt he tried to cover all of his tattoos, but his broad shoulders were pulling at the fabric’s seams and pulling the collar down to show the top of the word on his neck. The shirt was older, and a little too small. A white undershirt’s hem hung a tad further than the blue shirt’s end. Quiet seconds went by as they looked into one another’s eyes and were inundated by a rush of longing. Unable to stop herself from touching him, Misha finally reached out and took his hand, rather than reach out to stroke his square jaw. “Hey,” she greeted softly as she wove her fingers with his. Mark squeezed her hand and took a step forward. Misha hoped for his embrace, but he hesitated, took his hand away from hers and shoved it into the front pocket of his tan slacks.

“Hey,” he said and glanced over her red scoop neck t-shirt and comfortable jeans.

She playfully narrowed her eyes. “Have you been stalking me?”

“Nope. This is pure fate.” He held his arms out at his sides and looked heavenward. “I’m Godsent, Misha,” he proclaimed.

She rolled her eyes and grinned. “Riiight.” She smacked him on his chest. Her fingers bounced off of hard muscle.

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