Hannah pulled into Mark's long driveway. He had this house built about 8 years ago. It was a real beauty a brick two story house built well off the road. There were beautiful trees shading the property and well as a gorgeous lake. He had a security gate which was wide open at the moment lucky for her, hell he might not let her in. She drove up the drive and brought her car to a stop. He had his back to her bent over on of his Harleys cussing a blue streak.
May be this wasn't such a good ides, seems like he was in a bad mood.
"Shit…Dammit to hell." Mark cursed as he tried to get the bike going once again.
Hannah got out of the car and walked toward him.
"Son of a bitch." Mark cursed as the Harley once again wouldn't crank.
"MMMMark." Hannah said hesitantly.
Mark turned around startled at the voice and even more startled to see Hannah standing there.
Mark threw the greasy rag down.
"Sorry about the cursing girl, I didn't see ya standing there." Mark said.
He wondered what she was doing out here.
"It's okay." She said without stuttering and was quite pleased with her self.
"What can I do for ya?" Mark asked walking closer to her.
"Uumm, wwhats wrong with yyyour bike?" Hannah managed to get out.
"That's the million dollar question?" Mark said.
Hannah walked over and bent down beside the bike. She picked up a wrench and started loosing a bolt beside the motor.
Mark was about to stop her, but he figured hell she couldn't do any worse than he have, hell she looked like she might know what she was doing.
Hannah loosened the bolt and pulled out a small metal tube. She looked in it, picked up a rag and cleaned out the inside. She replaced the tube and the bolt. She stood up and turned to Mark.
"Try it now." Hannah said.
Mark looked skeptical, but climbed on and started the motor, it roared to life. Mark looked at her in shock and then grinned. He killed the motor and climbed off. He grabbed Hannah and gave her a big kiss on the cheek.
Hannah about swooned on the spot. She must be in heaven she thought. His beard and goatee scratched her cheek in a very pleasant way.
Mark let her go and stepped back.
"Darlin ya got to tell me how do ya know about bikes?" Mark asked.
"I Uuuhh hang out aaat tttthe bike sssshop in town, Joey iiiis a fffriend of mine." Hannah said trying her best to control the stuttering.
Mark looked at her in surprise, didn't seem the kind of place a Newkirk would be hanging out. He had been friends with Joey for years. Joey was a rough around the edges redneck with a long hair and a long beard, he had to be close to 50 now, he couldn't see Joey befriending a little rich girl.
"I bet yer daddy don't like ya hanging out there," Mark said.
"I'm 24 yyyears old, I ddont live at home, I go wwhere I want." Hannah said.
Mark grinned; she was showing some spunk huh, about time.
"Well I thank ya little girl, I had no clue what was wrong with my bike." Mark said.
"Your welcome." Hannah said blushing at his praise.
Mark smile she was a cute little thing once ya really looked at her.
"Now what brings ya out my way?" Mark asked.
"Uhh I brought you sssome cookies I baked, ssort of a welcome home present." Hannah said.
She went and retrieved the cookies from her car and handed them to Mark.
"Chocolate chip, my favorite, thanks darlin that was real sweet." Mark said taking the cookies.
Hannah smiled and looked down.
"How about ya come in with me and have some?" Mark asked.
"I uhh, I guess I could." Hannah said. Her stuttering was getting better and she breathed a sigh of relief.
"Besides, we need to get that grease off those pretty little hands and ya got some on yer cheek to." Mark said using a rag to wipe her cheek.
Hannah blushed at his touch and Mark just grinned.
"Come on now, I'm starving and these cookies smell great." Mark said.
Hannah followed him into the house, it was a beautiful house. Mark had good taste that was for sure. He led her into a spacious kitchen. It was done in black and white. It had a large indoor grill and a large stove. There was also a breakfast nook built in over a large bay window.
Mark set the cookies down and led Hannah over to the sink and gave her some soap to wash her hands.
While she did that, Mark poured them two glass of milk and set them on the table with the cookies.
Hannah came over and set down apposite of Mark who was already eating the cookies.
"Hannah these are great, it's been awhile since I had any thing homemade." Mark said.
"I'm glad ya like them." Hannah said.
"Aren't you going to have any?" Mark asked.
"No, I dddon't really need aany cookies." Hannah said flushing and looking down.
Mark frowned.
"Please tell me yer not on a diet?" Mark said.
"I nneed to be." Hannah said.
"Horseshit! Hannah you are not over weight, some of us guys like real women, I can't stand skinny starving women. Now have a cookie." Mark said.
Hannah peeked up at Mark and smiled.
Mark reached over and pushed her glasses back up on her nose and smiled back.
"So little one where are ya living now?" Mark asked.
"I own a bookstore in town and I live in a little apartment over it." Hannah said.
"Well now, ya own yer own business that's great." Mark said.
Mark noticed her stuttering was getting better; she must be getting more comfortable around him.
"Yea I love it, its right around the corner from the bike shop." Hannah said.
"I'll have to stop in and see ya sometime." Mark said.
Hannah smiled up at him and it melted Mark's heart. She was a sweet little thing when she smiled like that.
Hannah stood up.
"I better be gggoing, I'm on lllunch, I have to open back uup." Hannah said.
"Okay darling, let me walk ya out to yer car." Mark said.
Mark followed her out to her car. Hannah almost made it to the car when she tripped over a wrench. Mark grabbed her and pulled her back against him.
Hannah flushed in embarrassment.
Mark turned her around in his arms. He lifted her chin and smiled at her.
"We seem to be making a habit of this." Mark said.
"I'm sssorry, I'm a Klutz." Hannah said.
"I told ya before don't bother me none to catch a pretty girl." Mark said grinning.
Hannah smiled up at him.
Mark dropped a kiss on her head.
"Thanks for the cookies that was real sweet of you." Mark said.
"Your welcome." Hannah said.
She got in her car and waved at Mark and backed out.
That didn't go bad at all she thought, now on to tip number 4. This might work out after All.
Mark watched her drive away and wondered if Justine was right. Did Hannah still have a crush on him? She was too young and sweet for him, plus she was a Newkirk, no way would he get involved with one of them that would be bad for everyone involved. However she did seem to need a friend. Sure they could be friends. Mark turned and walked back up the driveway.
