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The following is a work of fiction. The characters, incidents and dialogues in this scene are of the author’s imagination and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to actual events or persons, living or dead, is completely coincidental. Â © Olivia Brynn
Picture © 2011, by Michael Clothier
Jon was up to something. All afternoon he’d been skittish. They’d been eyeing that Harley Davidson Blackline motorcycle in the showroom, but until student loans were paid off, there was no way they could afford it. If he went ahead and bought that thing…
“You sure you don’t want a soda?”
Kendra shook her head. If anyone needed a drink, it was Jon. He was sweating, and had to release the top two buttons on his shirt.
“I don’t want anything. Thank you though. Are you sure everything’s okay?” She gripped his hand and they wended through the throngs of the Farmers Market traffic.
“Everything is fine. Sorry. I’m just…uh…thinking about stuff.”
Stuff. Some kind of “stuff” that had a TwinCam 103 engine, touring package, and a leather seat. Kendra sighed. She didn’t want to think about it. Maybe next year.
“Peaches? You love peaches.” Jon let go of her hand, and while she wiped the sweat from her palm, Jon threw the fruit in a brown bag.
Kendra said nothing, as he paid for the peaches, and grabbed her hand again. What did it say about their relationship that he felt he had to hide things from her? If he really could find a way to afford the Blackline wouldn’t he have discussed it with her?
She chewed her lip. She loved Jon with all her heart. She couldn’t imagine Jon doing anything that would change that. Even if he did blow their savings on a motorcycle. A beautiful…custom made…Blackline Harley Davidson.
But to hide it from her? To buy it without her there? Knowing how much she dreamed about driving that bad boy off the lot?
“Now you’re quiet.” Jon nudged her.
She nudged him back. “Now you got me thinking about stuff.”
“Good stuff, I hope.”
“Only if your stuff is good.”
They’d stopped in front of a wooden cart with fragrant cut flowers. Jon tossed a bill at the woman beneath the umbrella. “My stuff is so good it makes me feel like I’m a little kid.” He picked a rose from the bunch available, then reached into his pocket. “It’s so good I’m afraid that I’m going to mess it all up if I don’t say the right thing.”
Kendra shook her head, aware of the small crowd that was forming around them. “What…”
“I’ve been saving up for almost a year for a ring, but I looked all over the place, and couldn’t find one that was beautiful enough for your finger.” Jon dropped onto one knee, and offered the rose. I hope you don’t mind this untraditional offering.”
As she accepted the rose, he showed her the keyring he’d hidden in his hand. Black leather, with the familiar orange design tooled on both sides. The key glittering in the sunshine could only fit one machine.
“Kendra, will you marry me?”
She nodded a few times before she found her voice to answer, “Yes!”
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