"Every time! This happens every time!" Aine rolled her eyes at Branna's tantrum,
"If you'd just lower the heat they won't burn when you look away."
"They didn't burn, they just.. I don't even know, you'll eat them still?"
"You know I will, I love scorched eggs" Branna laughed, Aine smiled, it was their thing.
"So tell me!! What is he like?" Branna asked as they settled down at the dinning table for breakfast, they'd had their girls night out and had cone to Branna's for the night, kenell was with Aine's parent.
"He... He is sweet and kind... And puts butterflies in my tummy. No man, no man has done that, the butterflies, really, not even..." She trailed off and Branna's hand covered hers across the table, even as her eyes lit up something fierce.
"He is history."
"I know, I know. I'm just trying to say it's a new feeling. Gentle and soft, with him I have the gentle and soft, and I like it, I like it a lot."
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"Kenelllikeshim." Aine said to her Mother. The sun shone, the birds chirruped, the wind flirted with her skin that was bared, the grass was green and moist beneath her bared feet, she turned her head upward and smiled a little, gratitude in her heart. The creator at work, she thought. Then looked at her mother. "Does he?" "He does." She replied, as she calmly sipped her lemon tea, and she felt a war of emotions stir within her soul. Her mother thought for a moment before she spoke, "And you? How doyoufeel about him?" How did she feel? She felt... Shefelt. "Mama, I don't know how to answer that question. I enjoy being with him, when he's not there I miss him, every time... Every time I think about him I smile." "Except now." "Excuse me?" "Baby girl, you aren't smiling now. But your eyes are a different thing, they're twinkling. He pu
“Take a break,” Bryan said from the other side of the counter. He'd been dogging her all afternoon, Helping around, making somewhat fruitful conversations with Cedric– Cedric liked him, but was trying not to, she could tell– Attending to customers. She thought, with a smile, she just might give him a raise.“ In ten minutes.” she looked at the clock, “make that fifteen ”Bryan lifted his eyes upward which made Aine giggle, and peered down at the book in front of her.“Inventory?”“uh hun.”He looked back at her and got lost in her eyes.“I wonder, ” he started, “I wonder if I distract you, the same way you distract me.”Her smirk came quickly but it soon faded as she began to study him.“you do.” she said honestly, “but today, you've been such big help, you've made up for my shortcomings.”“Good.
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“Goodmorning.” The fair woman said, walking toward the counter. She had an accent Aine noticed, and smiled. The smile the woman returned gave her chills, Aine tried not to let her discomfort show.“Goodmorning, welcome to Caine's Floral shop, How can I help you?” Aine said in her most kind voice, even though she really wanted this woman to be on her way.“I was looking for an orchid, with a vase to go with it. I just moved here you see.” she added the last part conversationally. Aine nodded, she didn't feel conversational, she felt on edge.“we have that, we do. Let me get those orchids for you.” she went around the counter to a tall shelf that displayed really beautiful orchids, they relaxed her by just looking at them, and made her smile. One of the perks of owning a flower shop. You were always around flowers, flowers were good for the soul, at least that's how she viewed it. She turned to the woman who immediat
She watched them from afar, a scarf wrapped around her hair, sunglasses shading her cool, calculated eyes. She was a woman scorned, contemptuous and cruel. She sipped from her glass of iced tea, and rolled her eyes when she watched Aine laugh. They wouldn't last, she'd see to it. If she couldn't have Bryan, no one else would, she vowed.°°°°"Hello Cedric," Bryan said when he dropped off Aine after her break.Cedric just looked at him, for a moment, Just looked."Will you hurt her?" Aine's jaw dropped open, she was aghast by Cedric's Audacity, Humbled by his bold protectiveness" I will do my honest best Not to. I'd hurt myself before I try to hurt her." Cedric measured him, measured his words, saw Bryan meant his words. Nodded." you're welcome here." he said simply and went to the storage room, where he could hear Branna's voice, to search for boxes.Aine turned to Bryan and reached for his hand,"Are you offe
Aine walked to the shop, a new song in her heart. She didn’t know if the dreams would continue, but she was ready. Her heart was ready for new love. ~~~~ Bryan wasn’t sure what to get her. It was her birthday soon and he had jewelry on his mind. A bracelet to be exact. He wanted something that said “ I thought of you all the way through” He brushed his mare, Sweetheart, a smile on his face. He was waiting for some customers who wanted to take a look at some of his horses. He wasn’t sure he was ready to see them go, just yet, so he made up his mind that he would sell to anyone who didn’t seem capable of taking care of his Babies. Yes, He considered them as his babies. But as for Sweetheart, she was going nowhere. He looked at and rubbed his nose against her nuzzle. “ Forever, Sweetheart. Forever.” And she neighed. “ Hello.” He heard a voice call from outside his barn. “ It’s time.” He said to sweetheart, running a hand down her mane, he headed for the door. ~~~ She walked into
Bryan walked to the shop, whistling a tune when he saw her. The world tilted, it couldn’t have been her.“ Rhoda?” he asked, walking closer to her, trying his best to believe it wasn’t her, but it was, he knew it, but he didn’t want it to be.Dear God, he thought.“In truth.” she said, a light laugh escaping her lips, he wasn’t deceived. He saw the calculated glint he saw in her eyes, he could see after all this time, the hardness of her expression, that ran bone deep. No, he wasn’t deceived.“ what are you doing here?”“ Visiting.” she replied in that light manner. “ Bryan, i thought… i thought it was necessary to talk.”He looked skyward and prayed for patience.“ Talk about what? About what really? How did you eve
Rhoda thought on and off about what to do next. He would not shrug her off just like that. He would not push her aside.He would not choose that little thing over her.She paced the living room of the house she rented and then collapsed on the chair, tears streaming down her face. If it hadn’t been for Bryan’s best friend, Duncan, he would never have found out about peter, her lover.“ stupid Duncan.” she heaved out. “ stupid peter.” she squeaked.When Bryan let go of their relationship, she had thought he was bluffing. She called his bluff, let him take what she had thought as space. She had not foreseen him leaving London for Ireland. SHe had not foreseen him moving here and finding Love. she had expected him to pine, to beg.She had been wrong.&