Mark was listening to the engine on his favorite riding Harley, when he looked over and saw the longest legs he'd ever seen in his life…he looked up and saw Erin standing their with her hands resting in her front pockets…All Mark could think was 'Damn her Legs go all the way up to her…' trailing off and finishing the thought 'To her other leg'…Geez get it together Callaway…
Mark reached over and shut the engine off…and I walked closer and said, "It's been a while since I heard the purr of a Harley…That is without a doubt the most relaxing sound…" Mark said, "You listen to Harley's much?" I said, "My dad used to have a couple…not quite this many…but he had a few to be proud of." He said, "What happened to them when your parents and brother were killed?" I said, "Oh, I put them in a garage storage…I couldn't bring myself to sell them…Dad always said he felt free when he rode them…I guess it's just my way of letting him still feel free…Plus I bought one for him on his last birthday…he never rode his other bikes after that…just the one I bought for him…I remember riding with him a lot of the times when I'd go down and see them…My brother would get on one of his others and ride with us…"
Mark said, "You ever drive one…or just ride?" I said, "No…My dad said if I wanted to learn he'd teach me to do it…but I'd much rather ride behind, so I can check out the scenery…We always had a great time on the bikes…I think I miss that the most about him…I'd ride behind dad…and Mom would ride behind Jack…and we'd go have a picnic somewhere…and just spend the day talking and having some fun family down time, Jaden was still in private high school so she actually missed out on the best parts of our parents and brother.…it was great…" Mark said, "You wanna go for a ride?" I said, "No…I need to go check on the laundry." I turned around and left…I couldn't help but miss my parents and Jack…
Mark heard the break in Erin's voice…he knew she was missing her family…when she turned to go back in the house, he saw her whip her eyes…he knew she was going to cry. Mark thought about it for a minute and decided he'd better go check on her. He got up and went in the house…and went down the stairs and she was folding the clothes, and stacking them on the dryer in two piles…one of them his and one hers…Mark ducked his head under the beam at the bottom of the stairs and walked over to her and touched her shoulder…
I felt a warm hand on my shoulder and I looked up and into Mark's eyes…He saw how red my eyes were…and said, "You okay Darlin'?" I smiled and said, "Yea…I'll be fine…" Mark said, "You want to talk about it?" I said, "Not right now…Maybe later or something…I don't feel like it right now." Mark said, "Okay…I'm gonna go finish checking out the bikes and walk down to the barn and see the horses…if you need me…I've got my Nextel with me…" I said, "Okay…thanks." Mark leaned down and dropped a kiss on the top of my head and I watched him duck under the beam and go up stairs and heard him leave out the door.
God, if he keeps this up…I'm gonna be just a little inclined to jump him in his sleep…hell I'll be inclined to jump him whenever…he's so beautiful…I know that sounds extremely funny…but hell…he might be a little rough around the edges…but he's still looks like a God. As I finished up with half the laundry, deciding to do the rest the next day…I went back up stairs into the huge kitchen and started making dinner out of stuff he had just sitting in it…I made some pasta and grilled chicken and then made a fettuccini white wine sauce and Diced up the chicken and stirred it into the sauce and added the pasta.
I whipped out my phone and said, "Hey big guy." Mark said, "Yes?" I said, "Dinners almost ready come wash up." Mark said, "Yes ma'am…I'll be right there." I thought I'd scream…I stuck the phone back in my pocket and started fixing a salad…Mark walked in and watched me move around the kitchen…Mark said, "I didn't know you cooked…" I said, "It's the only talent I got from my mother…Other then singing…" Mark said, "Uh huh…what'd you get from you dad?" I said, "From pop…probably my toughness…I mean after all, my dad is the one who taught me and Jack how to fight when we were 10 and 12…and in turn I taught Jaden."
Mark walked over and washed his hands and he said, "Well…it smells good…" I said, "Yea…and it tastes even better…" Mark said, "So what are we having?" I said, "Well its salad and then grilled chicken with pasta in a white wine fettuccini sauce…" Mark said, "Damn…was your mother a gourmet cook?" I laughed and said, "No…she was Italian." Mark said, "Enough said…" I said, "Will you grab my purse in the living room.." Mark said, "Sure." He went in and grabbed it and came back…I whipped my hands off on a towel and threw it on the counter…and I was just waiting for the sauce to thicken…