Page 8 of Our Promise
“You were married to the wrong man. I’m trying to show you what the right one would look like. You know, you’re so tough, but you’re afraid of a little love?”
Lorielle pushed him back to slide off the counter, but he came right back in her space, trapping her between the island and his athletic body. She was five-foot-six. He was taller coming in at six-foot-one, so she was staring at his chest until she looked up.
“Move,” she demanded.
“Can’t stand the heat?”
“No. That’s why I’m trying to get out of the kitchen.”
He laughed, stepping back. She immediately swooped up her ice cream and moved to the living room. “When are you going home?”
“You kicking me out?” He followed her to the couch with his plate that he set on the coffee table.
“You can stay but stop pressing up on me.”
“I can respect that. Plus, I figured out what I needed to know.”
She was curious, but she knew not to question him.
“Do you want to watch something?” she asked.
“I’d rather talk. You can put on some music.”
“What do you want to talk about?” she asked after putting on the smooth R&B & Jazz mix.
He chuckled. “Just let it flow.”
Lorielle had a question. “What’s up with you and Tara?”
“When you admit you want me, then I’ll tell you what happened between me and Tara.”
Her mouth twisted. “I guess I’ll never know.”
He laughed. “Yeah, all right. Tell me something you’re passionate about. That’s not tech related.”
He added the last part because she worked in tech as an IT manager for a successful company.
“I’ll let you guess.”
“Pottery?”
Lorielle grinned. She indeed was passionate about pottery. Pieces she had made were on the shelves in her home office.She had all her necessary materials in the shed out back she had made into a studio.
“You got it right.”
“I remembered the story Jo told me about you taking her to a pottery class. Then the mug you made for my mother is at my house now. I stole it.”
Her eyes went round. “Why? That was for her!”
“You didn’t make me anything. No matter how many times I asked you to.”
“I thought you were joking. I’ll make you one.”
“You promise? And before you agree, just know promises are permanent.”
“I promise.”
“Good. I’ll hold on to the mug, though, until you make me something. I need a little piece of you at my house until you can call it your home.”
