Friday, September 18, 2015
Only a Kiss ~ Part 6
“Cindy,” said Ana. “We’re old enough now not to buy into Mother’s lies. Cindy has never done anything to us and she certainly didn’t cause her father to pass on. We’ve been mean and cruel to her. I by never standing up for her and always keeping my mouth shut even when I knew better and you for joining in Mother’s emotional abuse. We’ve all been nothing better than bullies and now Cindy is willing to let bygone be bygones. Don’t you want to take that opportunity to make things right?”
“No. I do not,” snarled Deidra. “Because I’ve done nothing wrong. I only speak the truth and some people just can’t handle the truth. Cindy should be thanking me for letting her know her flaws so she can fix them. I’ve been doing her a favor and what did it get me? A front row seat to watch her marry the man of my dreams.”
Ana sighed heavily, but before she could defend Cindy her eyes caught Brett’s. He walked toward her, his smile a mile wide. She couldn’t help but smile back.
“What?” Deidra looked over her shoulder. “Oh my, who is that tasty drink of water? I’ve got to take his picture so I can put it up on Instagram for Man Crush Monday.”
Deidra lifted her phone and Ana instantly pulled Deidra’s arm down. “Grow up,” she said as she walked to meet Brett.
“I’ve been looking for you,” said Brett, taking Ana’s hand and planting a delicate kiss on the back of it.
“Well, I’m glad you found me,” said Ana.
He led her to the dance floor. “Would you like to dance?”
“That would be nice, but warning, you’ve seen how good I am on my feet.” She giggled.
“Don’t worry,” said Brett, wrapping his arm around her waist. “I won’t let you fall.”
A slow jazz tune filled the air and Brett glided Ana across the floor. His steps were deliberate, yet graceful and Ana found herself following his lead as if she’d been a professional dancer, herself.
“Where did you learn how to dance?” she asked. “You are quite elegant on your feet.”
“My momma made me take waltz lessons,” answered Brett. “If I’m being honest, I hated the idea at first. I begged Momma not to make me go, but she wouldn’t hear it. Once I got there and saw I was the only boy in the class. All the girls wanted to partner with me and I decided my momma was a pretty smart lady.”
“I don’t know what I love more about that statement,” said Ana, with a smile. “The fact you call your mother, momma, or that you consider her a smart lady.”
“Do you want to go for a walk on the beach? It’s a lovely evening,” asked Brett as the music stopped.
Ana nodded. “Sounds lovely.”
Tucking her hand into the crook of his elbow he walked her out the large patio doors that led to the beach. The moon was full, casting an ambient glow that made Ana feel as if she were entering a fairy tale. Her stomach fluttered with excitement as they made their way to the waves.