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he never acknowledged me. She shrugged. It never bothered me unless I saw him at
parents night at school or something. His kids were all around my age, so I guess Mom
didn t mean much to him when he knocked her up.
That s rough. Hawk threaded his fingers through Kit s. My mom died when I was
five. Kit squeezed Hawk s hand before releasing it and lifting her beer from the table.
My mom s the best. I can t imagine what my life would ve been like without her, Kit
said.
Although he barely knew Kit and knew absolutely nothing about her mother, hearing
Kit had some sort of support growing up warmed him. That s nice. He took a sip of his
beer. So where d you grow up?
Kit began pulling the label off her bottle. A dinky town in Arkansas, Bartlett. That s
where my mom still lives. It s the reason I don t get to see her often.
Yeah, it s hard to find time to get back home sometimes. Hawk longed to feel Kit s
hand in his once more, but didn t want to push.
It s not that. Kit bit her bottom lip and brushed the hair behind her shoulders. Small
towns don t really accept people like me.
Hawk could only imagine what Kit had gone through growing up. He committed the
name of the town to memory why, he wasn t sure, but for some reason it seemed
important. Do you think you ll get your mom to move to Cattle Valley?
No. The house I grew up in belonged to my grandparents, so it s paid for. My mom
quit high school her senior year, so she s pretty lucky to have worked her way up at the
plant. Kit shrugged. Plus she likes it there. I think some people get comfortable with what
they know, and don t dream of any other life.
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That s true. Hawk thought of his maternal grandparents. Although their daughter
had married into a very wealthy family, George and Inez Woods had lived in Tahlequah,
Oklahoma, in the same ramshackle house they d bought when they married, until the day
they died. Hawk s mother, June, had tried on a number of occasions to move them into one
of the newer homes in Tahlequah, but Hawk s grandparents wouldn t hear of it. My
grandparents on my mother s side were like that.
Where did you grow up? Kit asked.
Before Hawk had a chance to answer, their food arrived. Wow. The plate placed in
front of him was loaded with not only tacos, but enough beans and rice to feed an army.
The waiter chuckled. Yeah, Jay doesn t want anyone to leave hungry.
No chance of that, Hawk replied.
Can I get the two of you another beer?
Hawk finished off his Heineken and handed the empty green bottle to the waiter.
Thanks. He turned to Kit. Would you care for another?
Actually, I think I d rather have a Diet Coke with my dinner, she answered.
Coming right up.
Where were we? Hawk asked once they were alone.
I d asked you where you were from.
Oh, yeah. I was born in Dallas, but we moved to California when I was around three.
Hawk didn t go into details. Who he was as a person had nothing to do with the wealthy
neighbourhoods he d grown up in.
Kit grinned and bumped her shoulder against Hawk s side. I never would ve pictured
you as a surfer boy.
Hawk used the opportunity to put his arm around Kit and give her a quick hug. Nope,
no surfing allowed in my house. Dad worked hard and expected the same from me. He
kissed the top of Kit s head. Although I did sneak away to boogie board a few times when
he was out of town.
Kit gestured to Hawk s untouched dinner. Better eat up before it gets cold.
Hawk picked up a taco and took a bite. Mmm, it s good.
That s what I ve heard, Kit said before taking her first bite. She nodded her head in
agreement.
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They spent the next fifteen minutes eating and subtly touching legs, arms and hands
against each other. It was the slowest build-up of lust Hawk had ever experienced, yet for
some reason the unconventional foreplay excited him more than if Kit had climbed under the
table and sucked him off. Not that he would turn down a blowjob from Kit s plump,
perfectly-shaped lips.
Kit finished first and pushed her plate towards the centre of the table. If you ll excuse
me, I need to use the restroom.
Hawk wiped his mouth with his napkin and scooted out of the booth. The waiter, who
had introduced himself as Moby, had been by their table several times. Do you want [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]
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he never acknowledged me. She shrugged. It never bothered me unless I saw him at
parents night at school or something. His kids were all around my age, so I guess Mom
didn t mean much to him when he knocked her up.
That s rough. Hawk threaded his fingers through Kit s. My mom died when I was
five. Kit squeezed Hawk s hand before releasing it and lifting her beer from the table.
My mom s the best. I can t imagine what my life would ve been like without her, Kit
said.
Although he barely knew Kit and knew absolutely nothing about her mother, hearing
Kit had some sort of support growing up warmed him. That s nice. He took a sip of his
beer. So where d you grow up?
Kit began pulling the label off her bottle. A dinky town in Arkansas, Bartlett. That s
where my mom still lives. It s the reason I don t get to see her often.
Yeah, it s hard to find time to get back home sometimes. Hawk longed to feel Kit s
hand in his once more, but didn t want to push.
It s not that. Kit bit her bottom lip and brushed the hair behind her shoulders. Small
towns don t really accept people like me.
Hawk could only imagine what Kit had gone through growing up. He committed the
name of the town to memory why, he wasn t sure, but for some reason it seemed
important. Do you think you ll get your mom to move to Cattle Valley?
No. The house I grew up in belonged to my grandparents, so it s paid for. My mom
quit high school her senior year, so she s pretty lucky to have worked her way up at the
plant. Kit shrugged. Plus she likes it there. I think some people get comfortable with what
they know, and don t dream of any other life.
HAWK S LANDING Carol Lynne
33
That s true. Hawk thought of his maternal grandparents. Although their daughter
had married into a very wealthy family, George and Inez Woods had lived in Tahlequah,
Oklahoma, in the same ramshackle house they d bought when they married, until the day
they died. Hawk s mother, June, had tried on a number of occasions to move them into one
of the newer homes in Tahlequah, but Hawk s grandparents wouldn t hear of it. My
grandparents on my mother s side were like that.
Where did you grow up? Kit asked.
Before Hawk had a chance to answer, their food arrived. Wow. The plate placed in
front of him was loaded with not only tacos, but enough beans and rice to feed an army.
The waiter chuckled. Yeah, Jay doesn t want anyone to leave hungry.
No chance of that, Hawk replied.
Can I get the two of you another beer?
Hawk finished off his Heineken and handed the empty green bottle to the waiter.
Thanks. He turned to Kit. Would you care for another?
Actually, I think I d rather have a Diet Coke with my dinner, she answered.
Coming right up.
Where were we? Hawk asked once they were alone.
I d asked you where you were from.
Oh, yeah. I was born in Dallas, but we moved to California when I was around three.
Hawk didn t go into details. Who he was as a person had nothing to do with the wealthy
neighbourhoods he d grown up in.
Kit grinned and bumped her shoulder against Hawk s side. I never would ve pictured
you as a surfer boy.
Hawk used the opportunity to put his arm around Kit and give her a quick hug. Nope,
no surfing allowed in my house. Dad worked hard and expected the same from me. He
kissed the top of Kit s head. Although I did sneak away to boogie board a few times when
he was out of town.
Kit gestured to Hawk s untouched dinner. Better eat up before it gets cold.
Hawk picked up a taco and took a bite. Mmm, it s good.
That s what I ve heard, Kit said before taking her first bite. She nodded her head in
agreement.
HAWK S LANDING Carol Lynne
34
They spent the next fifteen minutes eating and subtly touching legs, arms and hands
against each other. It was the slowest build-up of lust Hawk had ever experienced, yet for
some reason the unconventional foreplay excited him more than if Kit had climbed under the
table and sucked him off. Not that he would turn down a blowjob from Kit s plump,
perfectly-shaped lips.
Kit finished first and pushed her plate towards the centre of the table. If you ll excuse
me, I need to use the restroom.
Hawk wiped his mouth with his napkin and scooted out of the booth. The waiter, who
had introduced himself as Moby, had been by their table several times. Do you want [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]