A/N: I want to say thanks to those of you who have been following along and reviewing. I know it's been a couple of days since I've updated, I've been sick. Here's a short little something until I can write more.
He watched her as she walked up her drive, allowing his gaze to travel over her body. He briefly wondered what it would be like to run his fingers through that long silky blonde hair. She was only a few feet from the door. Two days until Monday. Richard hadn't known her very long and was already wishing he could see her again.
He wasn't sure what made him decide to ignore the cautionary voice inside of his head. It was a strange mixture of lust and something else he couldn't quite grasp. He slid his cellular out of his pocket and snapped a quick picture of her before she could disappear inside.
She turned around. He dropped the phone into the floorboards as he shifted the gear into 'drive'. He waited until her house was out of site before pulling over.
He fumbled in the floorboards for his phone. Something soft brushed against his skin, causing him to look down. Her jacket, she had left it behind. She might need it.
He shook his head. He'd return it Monday. He found his cell phone and picked it up to admire the picture he had taken. It had turned out better than expected. The camera captured her as she was turning around. He slid the phone into his pocket. He'd delete the picture later.
Richard eyed Donna's jacket again. He mentally debated whether to return the jacket today, or wait until Monday. Screw it. He'd take it back today. After all, the weather forecasters had predicted a cold front coming through. She might not have another jacket.
Donna watched Mr. Fenton drive away. She wondered if she should have offered him gas money for taking her home. She shrugged. She would deal with it Monday.
She was glad to be home after a long day. Her nine-year-old brother was spending the night with a friend and her parents would not be home for another three hours. She went through the embedded routine of taking her shoes off at the door. Mom had never liked messy floors.
She deposited her book bag on the bed. A boom of thunder sliced through the silence. Donna ignored it and began pulling out her books. The lights flickered off leaving only the dim light from outside to guide her.
Donna groaned. The breaker in the basement would have to be reset. She let her eyes adjust to the dim light before slowly making her way to the kitchen for a flashlight. She would never admit it to anyone, but she hated going into the dark basement by herself.
She would have to go around to the outside entrance. The key to the doorway in the kitchen had been lost and dad kept forgetting to hire a locksmith. She made a mental note to remind him when he came home.
She slid her shoes on and yanked open the front door. She simultaneously gasped and stepped back. Mr. Fenton was standing with his fist raised, ready to knock.
Donna cleared her throat in an effort to calm herself. "Mr. Fenton."
He stared at her in confusion. "That was random."
She nodded in agreement. "Did you forget something?"
"Actually", he replied coyly, "you did." He held out her jacket for her to take.
Donna chuckled at herself. "Thanks. I hadn't realized that I left it."
He looked at her curiously. Donna followed his gaze to the flashlight. "Oh, the power went out. I have to reset the breaker in the basement."
"I'll go with you." He offered.
"Sure." Secretly, she was grateful for the company, even if her only companion looked like a biker gang reject.
"Ladies first," he motioned for her to lead the way. She draped her coat on the nearby display case and shut the door behind her.