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from Desires of the Heart by Tiffany Doran

Copyright © 2017–2019 Tiffany Doran

Chapter Ten
Beach Trip or...

She woke up the next morning to the sound of their rooster Tom crowing from the back fence post. He was extra loud today, or at least that's what it seemed to her. She pulled the white down blanket back over her head and sighed a deep long sigh pondering on if she wanted to get up or if she wanted to lie there and go back to sleep. It was Friday after all. There wasn't too much to do outside today that was left from yesterday night. Tom once again started in so she decided she should just get up. "Silly old bird." she muttered to herself and she threw the covers off and got ready to head outside. She was just about to finish tying up her old white sneakers as she sat on the large ottoman in her closet next to her suitcase when there was a knock at her bedroom door. "Come in." She yelled, "I'm in here." Buck came in carrying a nice, tall thermos of coffee to her. She smiled when she saw him and that he was carrying her favorite thermos from their trip to the beach. Swirls of blue and white covered the cup reminding her of the ocean with the words Relax in big bold letters on the front of the cup. She smiled a big smile at him as she reached to take the cup from him. "You trying to tell me something, Buck Brady?" She laughed. He loved her smile, could stare at it all day. "Well, maybe, depends on if you feel like listening or not." Buck said with a return smile. She then realized he really was trying to tell her some cryptic message. She cocked her head sideways and looked at him, very confused. He laughed out loud, he couldn't hold it in. "What are you plotting?" she went on slyly. He reached out his hand for hers. "Just follow me, you'll see." Buck said.

She followed him down the staircase, sliding her hand across the soft brown wood of the rail as she went down. Once they reached the bottom of the stairs, he told her to close her eyes. She looked at him reluctantly. "Trust me," he said, "would I ever let anything happen to you?" Buck asked as he gently took her hand in his. He would just fall over and die before he let that happen and she knew that. She trusted him almost as much as she trusted her own father. He led her to the kitchen table where her favorite plate she had purchased along with the thermos on their last trip to Virginia Beach was sitting. It was a white plate with raised blue decorations of dolphins and starfish and coral. On the plate, he had scrambled eggs, fresh strawberries and blueberries, toast with apple butter and a few strips of bacon. "Keep your eyes closed, no peeking," he said. She was filled with excitement as a child would be on Christmas. She could smell the aroma of something salty and sweet as she walked in. Fresh lilies and bacon all swirled together."Okay, you can now open your eyes." He said excitedly. she looked at all the yummy food and the beautiful flowers that were in front of her. His attention to detail was stupendous. "Awe, my favorite plate." She said smiling. She was so t...






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