The hot afternoon sun beat down on my blonde waves as Jack and I strolled out of our usual lunch spot. We fell into step, relaxed from the easy conversation and a glass of wine each. His white oxford sleeve grazed my arm as we made our way across the parking lot to our vehicles.
About thirty yards away a woman had the back passenger door of her car open and was obviously searching for something. While barefoot.
“That woman doesn’t have shoes on,” Jack whispered conspiratively, “I bet she was having a nooner!”
“A nooner? That quite a conclusion to jump to don’t you think?”
“No… she would have had to take them off so she didn’t mess up her back seat.”
“Two problems Romeo,” I said, “One, there’s no guy around. Two, it’s too damn hot.”
“He left already.”
“It’s still too damn hot for that sort of nonsense.”
“Yeah, maybe so.”
We reached our parking places, my sleek convertible parked next to his four-door truck.
“You car doesn’t have enough room for that,” he said suggestively.
“Not with the top up anyway,” I grinned.
He laughed heartily at my brazenness. I looked up into his mischievous blue eyes, waiting to see if he would dance even further across our ever-blurring line of decorum. He did.
“Now my truck on the other hand…”
I raised a questioning eyebrow.
“It’s got plenty of room! Just look at this big bed back here!” he said, patting the top of the closed tailgate.
“Mmmmm… might be a little uncomfortable though. That hard plastic bed liner would be hell on the knees,” I teased while opening my car door.
I think he must have thought he misheard me because he walked toward me and asked, “The knees?”
“Darling, do I have to get out my karma sutra book and show you pictures? Whoever’s on top will end up with some seriously sore kneecaps.”
He grinned and shook his head before saying, “Let me think on that. I bet I can figure something out.”
I’m willing to bet he’ll try.