The M Word by Beverly Farr

Author:Beverly Farr [Farr, Beverly]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Romance
Amazon: B009N06LEW
Goodreads: 16099453
Published: 2012-10-07T00:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER EIGHT

The honeymoon was idyllic. Brenda enjoyed spending time in the Rocky Mountains. The air was crisp and fresh and the evenings were cooler, which was a nice change from the oppressive Dallas heat. It was also refreshing to be with Marius, getting to know him, without sex being part of the subtext.

They talked about everything and nothing: favorite books and movies, and childhood memories.

“What were you like as a child?” he asked.

“Fat. With glasses. I was a homely, awkward child.”

“I don’t believe you.”

“I’ll have to unearth some photographs and prove it.”

“But you’re so slim now.”

“I know. Right before my senior year of high school, I suddenly got taller and skinnier. It was a miracle.” She frowned. “But part of me is afraid it won’t last.”

“Why shouldn’t it?” he asked. “If you eat well and exercise.”

“Look at my family,” she said. “None of them are svelte. Most of them are a little overweight, and a few of them are huge. Sometimes I feel like Cinderella, dreading midnight.”

He looked at her thoughtfully. “You worry too much.”

Perhaps he was right, but life had taught her to be wary. “Don’t you ever worry?”

“Not often. I pray for the best, try to do my best, and see what happens.”

“And sometimes it’s terrible.”

“Yes, but worrying beforehand wouldn’t make it any better.”

True.

They ate out a few times, but Marius wanted to cook her dinner, so they went shopping at the nearby town for supplies. When she picked up a bottle of her favorite salad dressing, he raised his eyebrows.

“What?”

“Nothing. If you want it, buy it.”

“Don’t tell me you make your own salad dressing.”

He nodded. “You don’t have to like it, but I’d like you to try it.”

She laughed and put the dressing back on the shelf. “Okay, I’m game.”

That evening, they sat on the condo balcony, eating dinner and watching the sunset. When Marius said they going camping, she’d been afraid they would be in a primitive lean-to without running water. Instead, they were in a lovely rustic cabin with a complete -- although tiny -- kitchen, a fully functional bathroom, a sitting room with a large television, and a bedroom with a king-sized bed. The balcony looked out over a wooded valley and beyond that, a mountain with a ski run.

“This is fantastic,” Brenda said, taking the last bite of her salmon filet. She sighed. “And you were right. Your dressing was much better than anything from a bottle. I can’t believe how fresh it tasted.”

He smiled. “I’m glad you liked it.”

She saw that his plate was still covered with food, whereas hers was completely bare. She’d noticed before that he ate slower than she did -- often putting his silverware down between bites -- but now she wondered if it looked bad. “Am I eating too fast?”

“Most Americans eat too fast,” he said simply, unconcerned.

“We’re all in a hurry.”

“What’s the hurry right now?” he asked. “We’re on vacation. Why not slow down and enjoy your food?”

“I did enjoy it,” she said, and he merely smiled.

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