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Danny isn’t like that at all. He’s given me a rough outline of how they see the parade working, but then he tells me the budget I have to work with and asks how I plan on spending it as if it’s already a foregone conclusion that what I come up with is what is going to happen.
“I need some time to wrap my head around everything. I mean, I have a map and a lot of ideas that I came up with before I arrived here in town, but now that I see it I can see some other ways this could work.” Yeah, I see a lot of ways things could work between us…and one very big one that can’t.
My dad.
“Well, whatever you come up with I completely trust you.”
Well then why don’t I trust myself? Why am I already thinking of ways to spend more time with this man…alone?
And why do I want nothing more than those thick digits on those big calloused hands of his to jerk that steering wheel over to the right, put the car in park, and then cup my face and kiss me until I’m breathless?
The idea of going from complete virgin to wanting someone so bad doesn’t even seem real…until you experience it for yourself.
And I was experiencing it all right. And I needed a minute to cool down.
We finished up and I asked him to drop me off at my parent’s house, letting him know my dad would drive me to pick up my car later.
As crazy as it sounds I wanted to see him and my dad interact. I still wasn’t convinced this wasn’t some sort of trick they were pulling on me. I mean, my dad’s a man’s man and as straight as they come but surely he can see how incredibly hot this man is can’t he? And if that weren’t enough his Irish accent that comes out of nowhere on certain words from time to time is enough to make a woman go out and buy the most expensive lingerie and high heels she can afford, not that I can afford either right about now.
Danny rolls the car to a stop in front of my parent’s house…at least that’s what the address says. I still can’t believe I haven’t been down to see their new place. It’s just that with my last year of college and then moving back to Boston, things have been hectic. Plus with Skype and all the apps these days you can kind of get fooled into thinking the people you talk to most are right there with you, even if they’re hundreds of miles away. I guess there are good and bad sides of technology, but talking about sides, is there any angle of Danny’s jaw that’s not perfect? I swear I’ve been staring at it most of this ride-along.
“So, here you are,” he says, the car idling.
“Did you want to get out and say hi to my dad?” I’m surprised he hasn’t put the car in park.
“Ya know…we just played basketball the other day. Maybe it’s best if I get back to work. Lot on my plate right now.”
“Oh,” I say, noticing the uneasiness in his body language. “Well, I guess we’ll be in touch.”
I extend my hand, which causes him to have to throw the car in park as he extends his hand to mine. He stops just short as his eyes drink me in, before he takes my hand in his. Immediately I feel the transfer of energy from his touch and it causes my back to straighten and my eyes to flutter slightly. In this moment if you asked me my name I wouldn’t even know it. All I know is him and how just his touch has made me feel.
Apparently I’m not the only one.
He looks like a deer caught in headlights until finally his hand pulls back and he blinks twice in rapid succession as if he’s leaving the same spell I was just under and re-entering the actual physical world in which we exist.
I grab the handle of the door and exit the car, my parade plans tucked underneath my arm.
I don’t turn back to look at him, not wanting to look at him another second or I know I might just ask him to drive that patrol car of his off somewhere secluded and show me what it means to feel the authoritative power and dominance of a man in uniform. And not just any man. Him.
“You’re home!” my dad says before I’ve even stepped all the way inside the door.
“Marilyn!” my mom adds.
I greet them with a big hug, but in reality I want to jump right in on my dad…asking him everything I can about Danny, but the last thing I want my parents to think is that I’m overly curious or something’s up.
