Chapter 2: Good Morning, Again
"Hi," she said. That was the first thing she had said to him this morning. Well, the first thing she had said to himwhile not in the midst of 'waking up,' if you will. Brad decided he liked waking up that way.
"Hey," he said softly, stroking her deep brown hair as she rested on his bronzed, broad chest. She smiled at him and then he remembered why he had ended up here- that smile. The smile that every man in the bar would have killed for, but she had directed at him, a fact which still somewhat puzzled him. Not because he didn't think he was attractive (he knew, with his blonde hair, blue eyes, and strong build that he was the classic All-American guy), but just because. He couldn't help but smile back. Brad was about to speak, when she leaned in closer to him.
"Let me guess," she whispered, "You're wondering what we're doing here. Especially you. And why I chose you." Jo grinned mischievously, obviously enjoying his surprise at her astuteness.
"Ok, yeah. You got me," he conceded reluctantly.
"Here's the thing: of all the men in that bar, you needed me most."
"Huh? How do you figure that?" Brad's tone, and facial expression, indicated his offense at that rather brazen statement.
"Rather easily, actually. From my assessment, you were definitely the most unlikely candidate to go for me. Hence, you needed me most. I mean, your hair was perfect, your suit was perfect, and you were way too uneasy in the bar. Clearly, you needed to have some fun, some life again."
Brad took her in, took in this "stranger," who, in the course of a few moments, had probably figured him out better than any other woman who had been in his life. Even for extended periods of time. He studied her, touched the lips that had tasted so good and uttered truths he wouldn't have admitted to himself. At that moment, he didn't want to leave. Couldn't possibly leave this shockingly clairvoyant woman who had gone home with him for his sake, not hers.
Somewhere in the background his cell phone rang, but he paid it no heed. How could he, why would he, when there were so many better things to do?
So Brad ignored the cell phone and kissed her. Kissed her tenderly and sweetly and expressive of emotions which he rarely, if ever, let surface. Truth be told, he didn't have a clue in the world as to what he was doing, and to his surprise, he was loving the free falling feeling he was experiencing at the moment. So he went with it.