hat. It took every ounce of willpower not to stare at him, or pull him close.
“Hey Emily we’re going over to the Three Rivers tonight. There’s this great new singer who’s performing. Do you want to come with us?” one of the hands asked her.
Emily was pleased to be invited but she was worried about her son. Edward was in the kitchen and seemed to be able to read her mind. “I can keep an eye on the Little Man if you want to get out for a while,” he offered her.
“Are you sure?” she asked Edward.
“I would love to watch him. We’ll make some buttery popcorn and watch the new Disney Movie,” he said.
“Well in that case I would love to,” she said. She was mentally going through her closet, really excited to have a night out. It had been far too long.
“I can give you a ride in,” John offered.
“I will bring Emily,” Mark said, brooking no room for argument from any of the men.
“I thought you said you couldn’t make it boss,” John whined a little.
“I changed my mind,” he stated, before throwing his hat back on and slamming out the back door.
“What’s gotten under his burr?” John grumbled.
“I think he’s marking his territory,” one of the other guys said.
“We’re not a couple. He probably just didn’t want to put any of you out,” Emily defended.
“Sure,” a couple of the guys chorused together. Everyone suddenly found great interest in their food and no one else said a word as they finished their lunch and then rushed out the door.
Emily cleaned up quickly and rushed upstairs to get ready for her evening out. She had the whole afternoon to pamper herself, since everyone was going to eat dinner at the bar. She was actually a little giddy as she took a long bath and spent extra time on her hair, clothes and make-up.
“Damn girl, you look good. I call the first dance,” her favorite ranch hand, Eric said, as she walked into the smoky bar with Mark, who hadn’t said one word to her on the ride there. He seemed to be angry with her and she couldn’t figure out why.
“Thank you Eric and yes I would love to dance with you,” she told the man. He wasted no time in abandoning his seat and pulling her out onto the dance floor.
Emily was having an amazing time. She had no idea how long she’d been dancing, because as soon as one song ended another of the hands grabbed her and she was off doing another two-step. She had not laughed so much in far too many years.
“It’s my turn to take this lady around the dance floor,” the creepy ranch hand Chris said. He was standing far too close to her and placed his hand on her back. She felt violated by just that little bit of touching.
She was trapped because she hadn’t turned any of the other guys down but she really didn’t want to dance with him. He didn’t put off good vibes at all. She was getting ready to get through the dance as best as she could.
“This dance is already taken,” Mark said, as he cut in. Normally Emily would’ve been really irritated with any man who was as high handed as Mark was being but she was so relieved to not have to dance with Chris she gladly accepted his offer.
Neither Mark nor Emily noticed the look Chris gave them both. He didn’t say a word but his hands clenched tight and if looks really could kill, they both would’ve been dead.
“You seem to be having a good time,” Mark said through clenched teeth.
“I haven’t been out in such a long time. I’m always just Mom, so yes I’m having a really great time. It’s nice to have some adult time,” she said and then actually giggled as he spun her around.
The giggle stopped instantly when he slammed her body into his, pressing her close. He rubbed his hands from her shoulders, down her lower back and up again. She felt electricity shooting from her stomach, all the way to her toes.
“If you’d wanted to go out, all you had to do was say something,” he snarled.
“Mark why are you so upset? This is a fun
Brian Keene, Steven L. Shrewsbury