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On My Mind
Chapter 8
Amber walked out of her house ten minutes later when she heard the lawn mower stop. Dave had done a great job with her lawn, she wondered why Ally and her husband hadn't mowed it before she came and then she laughed picturing Ally mowing a lawn.
"Want some lemonade?" She yelled out to Dave who was checking to make sure he hadn't missed any spots.
"Sure, that sounds great. It's a scorcher today." He said walking toward her, sitting down with her on her porch steps.
"I know, isn't it wonderful?" She asked him with a smile before taking a sip of her lemonade.
"Well, let me tell you, its not always like this in Boston, wait for the winter." He said taking a huge gulp, almost taking it all in one sip.
"Well, I happen to love it all. Sunshine, rain, snow. I love it all." She said happily, unable to wait for the snow seeing as how there was never snow San Francisco. Dave sent her a sideways glance accompanied with a smile. He took the final sip of his lemonade and finished with a satisfied exhale.
"That was great. Thanks." He said setting the cup on the porch next to him, looking out at the horizon.
"So Dave, tell me a bit about yourself." Amber said setting her half full cup next to his, leaning back on her palms.
"There's not really much to tell." He started, leaning on his palms also. "I'm 38, a wrestler, a former bouncer and am divorced with 2 daughters."
"Oh really?" She asked with enthusiasm. She loves kids and has always wanted them, of course she is waiting for when she is ready and the right person. But she has to admit, she never would have guessed he has two kids. "How old are they?"
"Yeah. They're my world. Brittney is 7 and Jessica is 5." He said with a smile thinking of his girls.
"Do you have pictures?" Amber asked curiously.
"Of course. I carry them with me everywhere." He said reaching in his back pocket, pulling out his wallet, flipping right to his pictures. "That's Jess," He said pointing to the top picture then flipping it over and pointing at it. "and that's Britt."
"Dave they are beautiful." She said gushing over the girls. "They are going to grow into such lovely women."
"Yes and single, don't forget single lovely women." Dave added folding up his wallet, stuffing it back in his pocket. Amber just laughed, knowing its how all dads are. "I'm serious. I know what goes through boys minds. I was a teenager once, I had those thoughts. Nuh-uh. Not my girls." He said seriously while shaking his head.
"Oh Dave, you got to let them live. Don't you want grandkids?" She asked gauging for a reaction. "What if your ex-wife's dad refused to let you two get married? If that happened, you might not have your girls now." She argued knowing she wasn't going to get anywhere, he just wanted to protect his daughters, she could get that.
"Actually, he did refuse." He said tilting his head toward Amber with a smirk. Amber just rolled her eyes with a shake of her head.
"Fine. You're the dad, you know best." She said standing up, grabbing her glass and Dave's. "Well, I better head in."
"Wait. You never told me about your day." He said setting one of his feet on the porch step, and then other off with his hand on the rail.
"Don't ask." She said not wanting to relive her day. "Let's just say, the sooner I find a new job, the better."
"Well, I hope things start looking up for you." Dave said with a smile. He reached out, took Amber's half full glass of lemonade and downed it in one shot. "See ya later." He said walking to the lawn mower and wheeling it back over to John's. Amber trudged her way into her house, not really hungry. She decided it was as good a time as any to do some more painting.
Two hours later, Amber was running like a well-oiled machine. Pour paint, dip roller, roll, dip, roll, etc. She was pretty much done. She only had one and a half rooms left, which she was ecstatic about because she detests painting and the sooner its done, the better. After her arms were too sore to paint anymore, she took a short break, watched some TV, had some microwave chicken teriyaki and then got up and started unloading. She started in her bathroom, loading in the two boxes full of stuff. Towel racks, towels, washcloths, soap, face creams, basically everything in a bathroom. When she was done with that, she started unloading everything she hadn't already, into her room. She had kind of kept her clothes in the boxes, folded, since she did laundry at John's. When she was almost done, the phone rang. It was amazing how many phone calls she'd gotten and she hadn't even been here for that long. She grabbed the phone on the last ring, hitting talk just before it went to the answering machine. Well, it would go to the answering machine, if she plugged hers in yet. Wow, she just realized how behind she was.
"Hello." Amber spoke into the phone, suddenly on an adventure to find the answering machine.
"Hey, It's Dave." Said the person on the other end.
"Dave?" She said in confusion, digging through a box.
"Yeah, Dave. You know, the guy that you met yesterday, at John's where you replayed the events of your horrible day. You know, the guy that mowed your lawn today and you had some lemonade with." He said sarcastically.
"Oh, hey Dave! Sorry, I'm just a bit distracted." She said seeing it in the box. She reached and couldn't get it with one phone. "Can you hold on for a second?"
"Sure." Dave said taking the phone away from his ear, looking at it weirdly.
Amber set the phone down and reached both hands into the box. "Gotchya!" She exclaimed when she finally removed the answering machine from the box. She picked her phone back up while she was walking back into the kitchen to set it up. "Ok, I'm back."
"Whatch'ya get?" Dave asked curiously.
"Oh, my answering machine. When you called I realized I still hadn't unpacked it." She said plugging it into an outlet. "So what can I do for you?"
"Well, I was wondering if you wanted to do out to dinner with me tomorrow night. I thought because you've had terrible days the past couple of days, I could try to make it up to you." He said surprising Amber so much, she stopped what she was doing, one hand clutching her phone and the other the counter.
"R...Really?" She asked truly touched. "You would do that for me?"
"I wouldn't be offering if I didn't want to." He said and she could almost picture his grin.
"And you don't have any plans with John? I mean, you did come out here for him, I don't want to interfere on your time together." She said making sure it was okay.
"Why do you always ask that? Listen, guys are a little different from girls, sometimes you just need to get away from the testosterone and be around girls. Besides, John thinks it's a great idea." He explained. "I'm going to start thinking you don't like me."
"Oh no! I like you!" She said quickly before she even had time to think about what she said. Her eyes widened when she heard it. She covered the bottom part of the phone and whispered to herself. "Oh my gosh, you are an idiot." She shut her eyes tightly before taking her hand off the phone. "What I mean is, I would love to go to dinner with you." She said to him, trying to cover her slip up. Dave, on the other side of the line, was smiling like the cat that got the canary. So she does like me, he thought.
"Good, great then. I'll pick up at 7ish. Is that alright?" He asked.
"Wonderful. That sounds wonderful." Amber said gently.
"Great. So I'll see you tomorrow." He said saying goodbye.
"See you then." She said setting down the phone slowly. She was going on her first date here in Boston. Or at least she thought it was a date. Was it a date? She groaned in frustration and turned and walked back into her room, resuming her unpacking.
A/N: so new chapter. yes, pretty exciting, i know. so i have a new story in mind, i actually wrote it down and i think its going to be good but im going to start it until i finish one of my other ones. reviews are always nice.