Unwanted Girl. MK Schiller
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Название: Unwanted Girl
Автор: MK Schiller
Издательство: Ingram
Жанр: Короткие любовные романы
isbn: 9781601835000
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She bit her lower lip, her eyes darting to the kitchen. “Do you ever use that room for anything besides brewing gourmet coffee?”
He looked over at the open space that housed a set of matching stainless steel appliances and a one-of-a-kind concrete countertop as if he was noticing it for the first time. “Sure, it’s a great place to store chips and cereal.”
“Don’t you ever cook?”
“I think of that area as a very fancy art installation. I can heat up soup, boil water, and fry some eggs. Unfortunately, that’s my entire arsenal of self-made meals.”
“What if I made you dinner?”
“That would be very nice.”
“Do you like Indian food?”
For a brief moment, Nick considered lying, but it passed quickly. “No.”
“You don’t like Indian at all?”
“I like the people, especially this one particular girl.”
She laughed, shaking her head. “I’ll make you something you’ll enjoy.”
“I would like that.”
“I don’t work tomorrow. I can come earlier, and we can eat around the same time.”
“I can’t wait.”
“I guess tomorrow night will be our first date then.”
He leaned across the table. “Has anyone ever taken you on a date?”
Her posture became rigid before she blurted, “Sure, Elaine set me up with her brother’s boyfriend once.”
Nick’s mouth gaped. “Come again?”
She inhaled a deep breath. “Shucks, I meant to say her boyfriend’s brother.”
“Yeah, it takes on a much different meaning the other way.” He jerked his head around to face her. “Did you just say ‘shucks’?”
“Hey, you made me watch the pasta western. They used that word a lot. Did I say it wrong?”
“It’s referred to as a spaghetti western, but you did use the word in one of its correct contexts. It’s just not something that’s used very often, and it sounds strange coming from you.”
“Because everyone else would say the other words?”
“What other words?” His lips twitched into a devious grin, and she gave him a look he described as I know what you’re doing, Dorsey.
“You know…the one you would say.”
“You mean shit or fuck?”
“Yes, those words. But shucks is perfect. It combines both of them, yet it’s not a swear word.”
“Does swearing bother you?”
She raised her eyebrows. “I’ve lived here almost four years. It doesn’t bother me. There’s many ways to color a language. People swore in the village, too. I’m trying not to fall into the habit. I will be teaching children in the near future, after all.” And with that last sentence, his doubts surfaced again. She would be teaching…in India. She might as well be on the moon.
She nibbled on a slice of cucumber. She always seemed to be picking at food. The girl ate like a bird. He thought about remarking on it, but he knew better. Never comment on a woman’s diet or her weight. Rules to live by.
“What are the other meanings for shucks?” she asked.
“It has many definitions. It can be a husk on the outer layer of corn. Or it can mean worthless.” She gave him a questioning look so he offered an example, dropping his voice slightly. “Like I don’t give a shucks about what we do as long as we do it together.” Her face flushed slightly, her smile turning suggestive. Encouraged, he dropped his voice a few octaves more. Test the water, Dorsey, but don’t fucking dive in! “Or it could mean to discard.”
“Discard?”
“As in peel off. For example, she shucked off her black T-shirt in a hurry.” His feet dipped into the complicated waters he’d avoided, waters that could heat up to boiling point if they kept creeping down this dangerous path.
“I see. So if I said, do you mind if we don’t shuck tonight, that would be a proper use?”
Nick opened his mouth to respond, to try to eat up the words already spilling out into the atmosphere, but she held up her hand, and her lips parted slightly. “But I hope we do shuck one day.”
Naughty girl.
He didn’t have to worry about diving in. She’d just pushed him. “That’s not the right way, but who the hell cares? Words are flexible. They can bend, contort, twist.” Ironically, he’d just described many of the same things he wanted to do with her. He stood and stretched. “I was wrong.”
“About what?”
“You are not a shy girl.”
“What am I?”
“It’s probably better I stop trying to define you.” No definition…only discovery.
“I am shy, but not with you. I’m not fragile. I won’t wilt.”
“I know.” He stood up and cleared their plates. “Unfortunately, the plant you bought me may not be as lucky.”
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