Sara ran to the door and pulled it open just as the bell chimed. She smiled triumphantly up at the tall, handsome man who stood, slightly startled, in front of her. And he did look especially good in a pair of tan slacks and light blue polo shirt, his body trim and firm from all the unaccustomed physical labor that working on a farm entailed, and his face and arms had lost that pasty office pallor he'd had from all the years behind a desk.
"See, I told you I could be ready on time!"
David laughed and was once again reminded just how often this woman had brought laughter into his life over the past month. There had been so little before he'd met her. He longed to take her in his arms and plant a long, sensual kiss on the lips that now smiled up at him, but he was afraid such a move might scare her away. So far their relationship had stayed on a platonic level and although he wished it to develop into something more, he was reluctant to push too hard. He knew she was vulnerable from her recent divorce, but was determined not to take advantage of that.
"And where are you two off to this evening?" asked Edith as she came from the kitchen, wiping her hands on the crisp yellow apron she wore around her waist.
Sara turned to her mother. "Oh, we thought it might be fun to play some miniature golf, so we're going over to the campground for a game or two."
"Oh yes, that does sound like fun. My, it's been years since your father and I did that. When you and Joey were small, we used to go over to Grant," she looked at David and explained, "That was before Saxon Mills had its own campground with a miniature golf course." Edith shook her head in wonder, "Our little town has really grown in the last ten years."
"Why don't you come with us?" suggested David.
"Sure, Mom, it will be fun. You know Dad will be working late. We can stop by the store and tell him to meet us there later."
"No, that's sweet of you to offer, but your father will be tired and besides, with everyone out of the house I can sit down and work on my cross-stitching."
"Are you sure?"
"Yes, I'm sure. Now go on, I'm looking forward to a quiet evening alone for a change." And she ushered them out the front door after accepting a peck on the cheek from her daughter.