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How about a snippet?
With nearly an hour left before she had to start supper, she decided to cool off in the lake. Now that she was an employee instead of a guest, such moments were rare. As she floated on her back in the womb of Mother Earth, a loud splash rocked the placid waters. She opened her eyes and saw Alex swimming toward her. Righting herself, she headed for shore.
“Should I be offended?” he called after her.
“I have to help Violet and Doreen now.”
“I’ve got supper covered,” Doreen called from the side porch. “But you can
pick some corn. I went through the rows this morning and some look ready.”
Wrapping a towel around her, Sylvie headed for the corn field. She was
peeling back the husk of one ear to check for ripeness when she heard a rustling in the row next to her. “Doreen? Is that you?”
“No, it’s me,” Alex said, parting the stalks.
Her gaze fell to his wet, half-naked body, and then up to his face. “Are you
following me?” she asked, tightening the knot on her towel.
“What if I am? Are you going to run away again?”
“I didn’t run away from you before. I’d simply had my fill of the water.”
He stepped between the rows. “Why don’t you like me, Sylvie?”
“I do. I mean, I don’t. No, that’s not what I mean either. The truth is you
confuse me. I never know if you’re sincere or just trying to get a rise out of me.”
“And how would I go about getting a rise out of you?” The corners of his lips
twitched as he tried to hold back a grin.
Ignoring the provocative question, Sylvie continued to pick and shuck. Then,
without warning, he pulled her into his arms, his warm breath sending shivers
through her as he whispered in her ear. “What would it take to win you over,
Sylvie, hmm?”
She pushed at him with her free hand. “What are you doing? Stop it.”
“Is there someone else?” he asked, releasing her. “Besides the handyman, I
mean.”
“Will you quit it? I told you, there’s nothing between Brad and me.”
He pondered her answer. “Okay. But I want you to know I’m amenable to any
type of involvement with you, business or personal.”
Taken aback by his boldness, Sylvie fumbled with her towel. “Well, uh, thanks
for the offer.”
Hearing her words, she groaned. A man just expressed desire for her, and all
she could say was thanks for the offer?
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Joyce
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