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Chapter 10

Lynn walked across the street to the small restaurant and looked around at the old scenery. There couldn't be more than a few hundred people living in the town. She liked it so far, quiet, and not a whole lot going on. Small and out of the way places were her thing. If she ever settled down and had a family it would be in the county with a big house with a farm and at least two kids and a shit load of dogs.

She opened the door to the restaurant and walked inside.

"Can I help you?" an elderly woman asked behind the counter.

She smiled, "Yes, I wanted to get some take out..."

The lady pulled out a pad and pencil, "What can I get you?"

She leaned on the counter with the money in her hand. "A cheeseburger plate all fries and a chicken finger plate all fries with two of the biggest Pepsi's you've got," she ordered.

The lady finished writing her order down then ripped the paper off and yelled in Spanish to the cook. "It'll be a few minutes," the lady informed her.

Lynn nodded and backed away from the counter. She put her hands in her back pockets and cocked her hip. All the sudden memories from the other day flood into her mind. She quickly closed her eyes, that only made them worse. "Stop," she whispered to herself as she touched her head. They stopped and she opened her eyes with a slow breath.

Jeff sat in the silent room. Over the years the silence got less painful. For the first year he hated being alone he felt dead, he was dead. When he had his eye sight he didn't mind being left alone in silence. He was able to look around for entertainment. Eye sight is something everybody takes for granted and they shouldn't. Because in the blink of an eye...it can be taken away.

He stood from the bed and made his way to the bathroom. He wanted a shower so bad he could taste it. He decided to leave the door open so Lynn would know he was in the shower. He leaned against the wall and took off his boots and laid them down. He walked to the tub and felt for the knobs and turned them on one at a time to gage, which was hot and cold. Once he had it figured out he got the temperature he wanted and turned on the shower. He shed the rest of his clothes and stepped into the shower letting the hot water cascade down him body.

"Here's your order miss," the lady placed their plates and drinks on the counter. "That'll be six ninety-nine."

Lynn handed her the money and took the food and drinks. "Thank you," she said as she started to walk out. Her stomach growled loudly and she shook her head. "I didn't realize I was so hungry..." she mumbled to herself as she crossed the street.

She neared the room and realized her hands were full and she couldn't get her key out of her pocket. She reached the door and put the food and drinks down and reached into her pocket. She paused for a second and frantically dug into her pocket. "Shit..." she groaned. "Dumb ass..." she berated herself as she knocked on the door. "Jeff, can you open the door I forgot my key?" she called through the door. She waited patiently figuring he was trying to find his way without falling or running into something. She heard sure footsteps and smiled. He sure learns his surroundings quick she thought. The door clicked then opened to reveal a towel clad Jeff.

She couldn't help but stare at him he was amazing. His hair was wet and hanging around his beautiful face. She mentally slapped herself and bent down for the food. "I uh, um...forgot my key..." she stuttered as she stood up with the food and drinks.

A smile tugged at his lips but he tried to hide it as he stepped aside for her to come in. He shut the door and locked it again. "Smells great," he commented as he made his way over to her at the table.

"I know," she said as she watched him walk to the other side of the table. She knew he knew she was staring at him. He had made it known on many occasions he could 'feel' someone staring at him and he wasn't saying anything. He's probably eating it up, that's why she rationalized with herself. She sighed in frustration and ripped open their boxes and put his plate and drink on his side of the table.

"You okay?" he asked taking a seat.

She gaped at him. He is not going to sit at the table with me in nothing but a towel and eat she wondered. "I'm fine," she tried to sound normal. She sat down across from him and dug into her food.

Now it was his turn to stare. Why is he...what do you call what he does when it 'looks' like he's 'staring' at you she wondered. "Something wrong with the food?" she asked.

He quickly shook his head, "No." He picked up his burger and took a huge bite.

"Sorry about cutting your shower short," she said and immediately wanted to kick herself for it. Stupid bitch! Why did you have to go and mention his shower for she yelled at herself.

"I'll forgive you this time," he teased with a mouthful of burger.

She laughed in relief that he didn't make fun of her embarrassment about seeing him in nothing but a towel.

"Just as long as you return the favor," he said seriously.

"I could answer the door naked and you wouldn't know the difference pal," she babbled before she could stop herself. What the hell are you doing woman! she yelled at herself. You're trying to flirt with sexy, half naked blind man that's why she informed herself.

"Care to test that theory?" he challenged.

She took a sip of her drink, "How would you know I was naked if you can't see me?"

He tapped his nose, "Your smell."

"My smell," she almost squealed.

He nodded, "A person's scent is stronger without clothes. So if you were to trot around naked around me...I'd know."

She was thankful he couldn't see her blush. Or could he tell that too she thought. "Thanks for the warning," she said.

"If you want a shower I suggest you wait an hour or so...I took all the hot water," he let he know.

I could use a cold shower right about now she groaned to herself.

The rest of their meal was eaten in silence. They both seemed to be deep in thought about nothing and everything.

"Thanks," he nodded towards his now empty plate.

"No problem," she shrugged as she stuff a few French fries in her mouth. She tried not to look at him. If she looked at him she would end up not eating and staring. That wouldn't be good. He stood from the table and grabbed his bag from the side of his bed and went into the bathroom but didn't shut the door. She couldn't see into the bathroom from her seat and he probably didn't notice he left it open. She paused in the middle of her eating and closed her eyes. She tried to listen at what he was doing. She heard clothes rustling and tried to envision him getting dressed. You're a bad woman Lynn she smiled at herself as she slowly chewed on a piece of chicken. She was brought out of her reverie when she heard him step out of the bathroom. He was dressed in a pair of blue jeans and a black T-shirt. She wanted to ask him how he could tell what color his clothes were but decided against it. He was probably getting tired of the things she was asking him. Ask him another time she thought. She laughed at her thoughts. Ironic she smiled.

"Is there a radio in here?" he asked getting comfortable on his bed.

She looked around and saw one sitting on the nightstand between the two beds. "On the nightstand to your right there's one," she helped.

"Mind some music," he asked.

"Sure," she stood from the table and walked over to the nightstand and clicked on the radio. "What kind of music do you like?" she asked taking a seat on the side of the bed.

"How about some Pasty Cline," he suggested.

She glanced at him and saw him grinning. "You were listening to me?" she asked trying to sound offended but failed miserably.

"I like your voice," he almost whispered. "It's so soothing...so inviting..."

"Thank you," she whispered as she continued to find a station that would come in clearly. She found an oldies station and plopped flat on her back on the bed.

"...These arms of mine...they are lonely...lonely and feeling blue...these arms of mine...they are yurning...yurning from wanting you..."

"I love this song," she admitted softly. "That scene between Baby and Johnny in Dirty Dancing is every girls fantasy."

"Fantasy?" he repeated.

She chuckled, "It's every girls fantasy for their first time to be like that...but it never is..."

"Bad experience?" he asked quietly.

She shook her head, "No, not really bad just..." She laughed a little. "...not perfect." She stared up at the ceiling listening to the rest of the song.

"What time is it?" he asked shifting himself on the bed.

She sat up on her elbows and looked at the clock, "Five o'clock." She looked over at him. "Tired?"

"A little," he said quietly.

She smiled softly, "Me too, must be the full stomachs." She didn't like sleeping this late in the day but she was really getting tired and now that she had eaten she was really sleepy. "I vote we take a nap."

"I agree," he turned on his side with his back to her and made himself comfortable.

She kicked off her shoes and laid facing him and let her eyes drift shut. The last thing she heard was Otis Redding's 'Sittin on the dock of the bay' begin...