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Chapter 8- No one ever cries over spilled cappuccino
~Saturday Morning~
Kate decided that since she had spent the first two days of her homecoming at home that this Saturday she was going to spend the day in town, getting reacquainted with the sleepy town of Harmony. She was walking up and down the streets, holding her cup of cappuccino, not really paying much attention to where she was going, when she ran right into something tall and hard. Kate started to lose her balance, when a pair of strong hands grabbed her until she steadied herself.
When Kate looked up, she caught up her breath. Her savior extremely attractive, with wavy blonde hair and piercing blue eyes. He was tall and muscular; she could tell by the way he held her.
Finally he spoke. "Are you alright?" He asked.
She couldn't find her voice, so she nodded instead. She looked at him, and noticed where her missing cappuccino went. "Oh, no!" she exclaimed, realizing that she had spilled it all over the front of his white shirt. "I am so sorry; I didn't mean to ruin your shirt." Kate apologized, pulling a white lace handkerchief out of her purse; she dabbed at the front of him, only in part to clean up her mess.
The man laughed. "Its okay, this wasn't my favorite shirt anyway."
Kate looked around, spotting a man's clothing store just down the street, and she took his hand and pulled him along behind her. "You have to let me replace it; it was my fault, after all." She opened the door, and stepped inside. He didn't follow. "What are you doing? Come in here." She said.
"You don't have to do that, it was just as much my fault as it was yours." He protested, still not entering the store.
"Oh come on, I feel so guilty. It really is the least I can do." Kate said coyly. "Think about it, would you like to be the reason that I feel bad for the rest of my life, would you?"
The man smiled, amused by her statement. "Alright," he relented. "But on one condition."
"What is that?" Kate asked.
"You have to join me for lunch today." He said smiling.
Kate pretended to think about it. "Well, when you put it that way, how can a girl resist?" She took his hand again. "Now come on!"
~*~*~
A short time later, Kate was walking next to the man, who was now wearing a clean, crisp white linen button down shirt. "So," the man started, "I have been with you for the last two hours, shopping for new shirts, eating a nice lunch and I still don't know your name."
Kate hesitated, not sure what to say. "Kate," she said finally. "My name is Kate," leaving out her last name. She knew her family was not exactly well liked around here, not that she could blame most of the people of Harmony. Her family had been pretty terrible.
"It's nice to meet you Kate, no last name," the man said with one of those nice, toothy smiles he had. "I'm Hank, Hank Bennett." He held out his hand. She shook it.
"It is nice to meet you too, Hank Bennett." Kate said, taking her hand back. "So, Hank, what is there to do in this town, besides spilling beverages on unsuspecting townsfolk?"
Hank laughed. "Why don't I show you? I'll pick you up tonight, say around seven?"
She smiled and said, "How about I meet you here, at this very spot instead?"
"Okay," Hank replied, "It's a date. I'll see you tonight, right here, at seven." Kate nodded.
"Great. See you then!" She walked away, and disappeared around a corner.
"Hank!" Someone called. Hank turned and saw his brother crossing the street. "Hey man, who was that you were just with?"
Hank shrugged. "I don't know yet, but hopefully, I'll find out tonight."
Chapter 8- No one ever cries over spilled cappuccino
~Saturday Morning~
Kate decided that since she had spent the first two days of her homecoming at home that this Saturday she was going to spend the day in town, getting reacquainted with the sleepy town of Harmony. She was walking up and down the streets, holding her cup of cappuccino, not really paying much attention to where she was going, when she ran right into something tall and hard. Kate started to lose her balance, when a pair of strong hands grabbed her until she steadied herself.
When Kate looked up, she caught up her breath. Her savior extremely attractive, with wavy blonde hair and piercing blue eyes. He was tall and muscular; she could tell by the way he held her.
Finally he spoke. "Are you alright?" He asked.
She couldn't find her voice, so she nodded instead. She looked at him, and noticed where her missing cappuccino went. "Oh, no!" she exclaimed, realizing that she had spilled it all over the front of his white shirt. "I am so sorry; I didn't mean to ruin your shirt." Kate apologized, pulling a white lace handkerchief out of her purse; she dabbed at the front of him, only in part to clean up her mess.
The man laughed. "Its okay, this wasn't my favorite shirt anyway."
Kate looked around, spotting a man's clothing store just down the street, and she took his hand and pulled him along behind her. "You have to let me replace it; it was my fault, after all." She opened the door, and stepped inside. He didn't follow. "What are you doing? Come in here." She said.
"You don't have to do that, it was just as much my fault as it was yours." He protested, still not entering the store.
"Oh come on, I feel so guilty. It really is the least I can do." Kate said coyly. "Think about it, would you like to be the reason that I feel bad for the rest of my life, would you?"
The man smiled, amused by her statement. "Alright," he relented. "But on one condition."
"What is that?" Kate asked.
"You have to join me for lunch today." He said smiling.
Kate pretended to think about it. "Well, when you put it that way, how can a girl resist?" She took his hand again. "Now come on!"
~*~*~
A short time later, Kate was walking next to the man, who was now wearing a clean, crisp white linen button down shirt. "So," the man started, "I have been with you for the last two hours, shopping for new shirts, eating a nice lunch and I still don't know your name."
Kate hesitated, not sure what to say. "Kate," she said finally. "My name is Kate," leaving out her last name. She knew her family was not exactly well liked around here, not that she could blame most of the people of Harmony. Her family had been pretty terrible.
"It's nice to meet you Kate, no last name," the man said with one of those nice, toothy smiles he had. "I'm Hank, Hank Bennett." He held out his hand. She shook it.
"It is nice to meet you too, Hank Bennett." Kate said, taking her hand back. "So, Hank, what is there to do in this town, besides spilling beverages on unsuspecting townsfolk?"
Hank laughed. "Why don't I show you? I'll pick you up tonight, say around seven?"
She smiled and said, "How about I meet you here, at this very spot instead?"
"Okay," Hank replied, "It's a date. I'll see you tonight, right here, at seven." Kate nodded.
"Great. See you then!" She walked away, and disappeared around a corner.
"Hank!" Someone called. Hank turned and saw his brother crossing the street. "Hey man, who was that you were just with?"
Hank shrugged. "I don't know yet, but hopefully, I'll find out tonight."