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He walked up to me and put his hands on my shoulders, leaning his forehead against mine. "I see you, Isha George. I see everything about you. And I'm letting you see me. See everything. I caused you pain, but I swear to you that I have bled every day since I hurt you. The universe gave me a chance with you again. One I never thought I'd have, one I don't deserve. But you're here and…."
Bugger it! The man had tears in his eyes. Big fat ones. Like he meant what he was saying. How on earth was my fragile heart supposed to handle that?
"On Sunday afternoons, Flora goes to see her grandparents from nine to noon. She has lunch with them, and then I bring her home. That's all the time I have for you right now."
"Thank you." He kissed my forehead and stepped away.
I shook my head at him, baffled at him and myself.
Chapter 22
Rowan
Igot to her place by eighty-thirty the next morning. I'd barely been able to sleep the night before. I was excited; I was taking Isha George on a date.
At the ranch, we'd gone on walks, fishing, swimming, and riding. We went dancing that one time with the other ranch hands. But we never went on an honest-to-God date. I was rusty. I couldn't remember the last time I'd been on a traditional date. I usually met women somewhere, fucked them, and left. I'd had a few one-night stands in the past six years, but I'd never asked a woman out.
In my desperation, I tried to get some help from Mick, who wasn't any help at all.
"She doesn't date, pal."
"But if she did, what would she like?" I probed.
"How am I supposed to know?"
"Come on, man, help a guy out," I pleaded.
"She likes my bar?"
Arturo was a little more help, and between him and a phone call to Renata, who'd been amused as hell with me, I put together a half decent date on short notice.
"I said nine," Isha muttered when she opened the door and saw me. She was in pajama shorts and a tank top.
She didn't have a bra on, and I didn't want to be a lecherous old man, but her tits were bouncing, and my dick didn't have a brain or a conscience.
"I didn't want to be late."
She yawned and groaned when Flora came running. "Mum, are you ready?"
"No. And I won't be for another twenty minutes."
Flora looked at me and rolled her eyes in the way her mother did. "Mum is not a morning person."
"No kidding."
Flora beamed at me. "Good morning, Rowan. Mum said you and she were going on a date. I am going on one with Grandpa and Nana."
Isha sighed. "Let's get you some breakfast, and while you eat, I can get ready."
"Why don't you get ready? I can take care of breakfast," I suggested.
She looked at me speculatively. I remembered what Mick had said about how she didn't trust Flora with anyone except a select few. But she was going to be right here, so I hoped she'd agree.
"She likes muesli with yogurt, and bananas and strawberries."
"I'll take care of it." I kissed her forehead softly, and she looked at me surprised. "Go, get ready."
Isha's kitchen was bright, and the small dining table was charming with fresh wildflowers, and table setting for two.
