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Today we have a snippet from The Good Green Earth, Colors of Love #3.
Our word prompt today is “Greasy”. In this excerpt Nate is getting ready to head off to a tournament that will, he hopes, end up with him getting an invitation to a pro team’s training camp.
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We hurried to get our paddleboat back in time for the rental shack to close. “I have a couple more places for us.” Bran took my hand and lifted my knuckles to his lips, his gaze bright and sultry. “I want you to remember me when you’re in the city that never sleeps. I want you to recall this day and the night that we’re going to share, and know that if you ever want…well, I just want you to remember us.”
“No way I could forget,” I told him as he painted my knuckles with tender kisses. “No way could I ever forget.”
He smiled a smile tinged with disbelief but he didn’t argue. He simply led me to the next romantic outing, a walk through the Rose Garden at E.M. Mills Memorial Park, which was close to the university. I’d never been here before, not being a big flower buff, but Bran was in his glory. His enthusiasm for this type of rose or that type of rose made me feel mellow and happy.
He stopped to talk to the gardeners who worked there, jawing about fertilizer and how the late spring had set the bushes back but that was a boon because even now, after Labor Day, the blooms were still quite colorful. When he had gotten his fill of flowers, he then took me to the Blue Button Café, where we sat by the window and gorged on chili dogs and greasy tater tots with huge glasses of pink lemonade to wash it all down.
The ride out to his place was filled with longing looks and faltering conversation. The time for talking was done, for now anyway, and we both felt that deep in our cores. No words would change things. Tomorrow I’d be off to compete in the New Stars Classic in Michigan, and then I’d win a call-up to the Maulers training camp where I’d play my ass off to win a spot on the final roster.
We parked in the driveway and sat there, staring at each other as the engine tick-tick-ticked.
“I want to go in and have you love me but I know that when we hit that bed it will be the last time for a long time,” he said, his fingers dangling over the steering wheel, his attention on the trees along his property line.
“I’m sorry.” He shook his head. “No, I am, I’m sorry that this is my life.”
“No you’re not, you love hockey.” He glanced at me, his lips trying to work up a smile. “And I knew that coming in. I knew all of this before we ever kissed for the first time. You’re just starting your career, and it’s going to be glorious. I want you to go be successful and show the world that even though people stumble they can right themselves.”
“Is that you talking or Jim?”
“Me. I want you to go be the man you’re destined to be.”
I mulled that over before yanking the handle up and throwing the passenger door open. “Then let’s get inside so I can sink into you over and over all through the night.”
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