Satellite of Love. Christa Maurice

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      “What?” Bear tried to pull himself back into focus. Twice she’d done that in the last five minutes.

      “My indulgences. You wanted to know. Fresh Lemon Sugar body wash, Godiva chocolates and The X-Files.” She cocked her head and smiled up at him. “Happy?”

      No. He kinda wished he’d skipped the answers and gone for the kiss. Even with the fish watching.

      “Miss Donnelly! Miss Donnelly!” A little girl with long blond hair ran over and grabbed Maureen’s hand. “What are you doing here?”

      “I came to see the dinosaurs. What are you doing here?”

      “I’m with Daddy this weekend.” The girl turned in the direction of a medium sized guy walking toward them. “Daddy, look, it’s Miss Donnelly. I told you she was pretty.”

      “Yes, honey, you did.” The guy held out his hand. “Nice to meet you, Miss Donnelly. Lindsey talks about you all the time.”

      “She’s an excellent student. I graded the math tests this morning and you did very well.”

      “She likes being in your class,” Lindsey’s dad said. While the man kept his gaze on Maureen, his focus on Bear was so tight it felt like a smothering pillow.

      “I like having her in my class. Lindsey, are you studying for your Monday spelling quiz? You have an unbroken streak to protect.”

      “I know.” Lindsey pulled a scrap of paper out of her pocket and waved it around. “I look at it all the time.”

      “Unbroken streak?” Lindsey’s father asked.

      “I give the kids their spelling words on Friday and we have a quiz on Monday. If they get them all right Monday, they get free reading time on Friday when the other kids take the spelling test. Lindsey hasn’t had to take the Friday spelling test since Thanksgiving.”

      The proud father beamed. “Really? Lindsey, you didn’t tell me that.”

      The way this guy was eyeing Maureen, he was going to be taking a much bigger interest in his daughter’s school career.

      Lindsey’s father turned to him in obvious appraisal. The expression on his face reminded Bear of beta fish glaring through their little glass windows at any other fish around, except this guy wasn’t flashy enough to be beta fish material. He was more of a plain lake trout. A nice local lake trout who wasn’t going to be going on tour for the next nine or ten months or how ever long this fucking tour was supposed to last.

      “You haven’t introduced us to your date,” he said.

      “This is my friend Michael. Michael, this is Lindsey Conner and her dad, Mr. Conner.”

      “Hi.” Bear held out his hand. Conner had an I-can-take-him gleam in his eye that made him want to turn this handshake into arm wrestling. Right. Conner had no clue what he was dealing with. Not only could he not take Bear, he wouldn’t be able to handle a woman as hot as Maureen. Of course, Conner was also part of her realistic dating pool and it wouldn’t be fair to scare off the competition before she had a chance to size him up.

      Conner had no such qualms and gripped him like his hand was a boa constrictor and he was fighting for his life. Bear started to squeeze back, but the other man yanked his hand away before he could get a serious grip going.

      “Nice to meet you,” Conner said, backing up a step, proving himself to be more of a guppy than a beta fish. “We should leave you alone.”

      “Aw, Daddy,” Lindsey whined.

      “Honey, it’s Miss Donnelly’s day off. We should leave her alone with her boyfriend.” Conner put his hand on his daughter’s shoulder and pulled her away. “It was nice meeting you, Miss Donnelly.”

      “’Bye, Miss Donnelly,” Lindsey said over her shoulder as her father beat a hasty retreat.

      “Well, that was a little weird,” Maureen said, after father and daughter had disappeared around another display. “For a minute there I thought we were going to end up on a double date. I wonder why Lindsey’s father suddenly got the attack of manners.”

      Bear shrugged. The whole pissing contest had only taken about two and a half seconds. Not long enough for her to even notice. He hadn’t been the one to start it either. His conscience was clean. Conner wanted the battle. He’d also realized he was in over his head and retreated before it got obvious.

      Conner was also going to be here in two weeks and had a good reason to visit Maureen. He’d lost the battle, but he had a better chance of winning the war.

      “Cool dinosaurs,” Bear said, pulling Maureen toward the T. Rex skeleton looming over the next room.