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| Wine tasting in Jerome |
“Do you want to
split?” She tilted her head to the side. “Go to my place for a glass of wine?”
He slid an arm
around her tiny waist. “Sure. Groovy. But…”
“But?”
“Wil?”
She settled
against his arm. “Come on.”
They walked across
the street before she finally spoke. “You would want to know. You’re a
He wasn’t sure
that was good in her eyes, yet, she kept walking so, he swallowed down his
apprehension. Her T-shirt had ridden up from her waist and the silky skin
against his arm about undid him. Maybe it didn’t matter about Wil. He’d worry
about him tomorrow.
“Wil and I used to
be hooked up. But lately, he’s changed. His gold aura is tinged with brown. I
can’t even get a clear sight of the gold anymore.”
“Aura?”
With a nudge, she
directed their path between two houses, and came upon a stone structure. The
cottage was small and lower to the ground than most houses. There were no
steps, just a small square of bricks in front of the white door. The walls
looked as if they’d stacked ten-inch boulders and cemented them together.
Flowers and small green plants rimmed the building around the foundation.
Stopping, she
leaned into him, and tilted her chin upward. “Auras are an emanation or like
the atmosphere surrounding a person. Any living thing for that matter. Auras
have color.”
His mind was
having trouble. Oxygen starved. Her breasts pressed soft against him, her
breath floated warm, penetrating the shirt on his chest. “Ah-and the, uh, color
means something?”
She smiled. “Yes,
it does. Wil’s a lover of beauty, and has an artistic flare. He craved too much
attention, which didn’t bother me much at first. But he also hates to be
criticized, and now with the tinge of brown…”
“Brown?”
“I sense
deception.”
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Nice!
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