Page 43 of Noah's Reckoning
It gave me something else to consider. What happened if I did try to go down this road with her, and she left me behind when she was ready to move on?
“Okay, I think that’s all we can do for now,” Frank said. “Dave, you’ll send the meeting minutes out and we’ll call it a day.”
I looked at the clock above the wall. It was nearly six. Six hours spent telling them so sad, too bad. The earth was a fickle bitch. Now, the day was over and my time with Olivia started.
I tried not to look too anxious.
We made our way out of the building to her truck. She drove again, which I actually didn’t hate as much as I thought I would. She was a competent driver, and while she had her eyes on the road, I had my eyes on her.
“So where do you want to go for dinner?” she asked.
“You pick.”
“There is a steak place not too far from where I live.”
That was good. It meant we would be at her place not long after we finished eating.
“Sounds good.” It was going to feel even better when I was sliding my dick inside her.
“Do you mind if we stop at my place first? I would like to get out of my corporate getup.”
Me and Olivia in her house together. Where she was going to get undressed. That probably wasn’t going to end with dinner out.
“Sure,” I said. Then my eye caught something on the side of the road. “Hey, pull over there.”
She looked over at where I was pointing. It was strip mall that had both an urgent-care facility and a drug store.
“Noah, I can handle—”
“No,” I said. “My responsibility. You need to let me do this. No arguments, Olivia.”
She parked and I hit the urgent care for the day-after pill then the pharmacy for not one, not two, but three boxes of condoms. The guy at the counter looked a little jealous and he probably should have been.
What Olivia and I had was mind blowing.
I got in the car and she was quiet. Thoughtful. She started to drive and, again, I wish I had some inkling of what she was thinking.
This was the space I should have filled with meaningful conversation. Where I told her that I didn’t want to end what we’d started but I wasn’t necessarily sure how to go forward with something like this.
“Olivia—”
“Who are Bridge, Kurt, Lizzie and Fred?”
Yes, that was easier. To not talk about the hard stuff.
“Technically it’s Liesl, Kurt, Brigita and Friedrich.”
“Liesl, Kurt…why do I know…oh my gosh, you named your wells afterThe Sound of Music?”
I grimaced. It was slightly embarrassing and, then again, it wasn’t at all.
“It was my mom’s favorite movie. She owned the DVD, and she would make my sister and I watch it with her all the time. I don’t know. When I think of kids—and the rigs and the wells are my babies—I think ofThe Sound of Music.”
“Do you? Think of kids? Of having them someday?”
“No,” I answered truthfully. “Not no, as in I don’t want them, just no, I don’t think about it very often. I told you…I’ve never been in that place with a woman. What about you? Did your parents convince you not to add any more people to the population?”
She smiled. “No, they’re funny that way. Siblings, I couldn’t have but grandchildren, they are all for.” She paused for a second. “I’m thirty-two.”
