Monday, 1 April 2013

Monday, April 01, 2013 -

The Texas Rancher and the English Rose

by Abigail Armani
Published: Apr 01, 2013
Words: 21,587
Category: romance, western
Orientation: M/F
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Rose nodded and smiled cheerily at a departing customer and began clearing the vacated table, piling plates and cups and saucers onto a tray. She wasn't sure what prompted her to look up, but when she did so, she found herself staring into the the bluest pair of eyes she had ever seen. Their owner was certainly worth looking at. He had a rugged and tanned face crowned with a thatch of dark hair that had the first faint flecks of grey at the temples. As she stared at the handsome stranger, his face broke out into a huge grin. It was, she thought later, one of those defining moments in life - an augury of something momentous about to happen.

She responded, involuntarily returning the smile, but then had the awful thought that maybe he wasn't smiling at her at all. Maybe he was communicating with one of the other customers. Feeling foolish, she turned and looked behind her, but the only diners visible from that particular window were sitting with their backs to the window. So - he was smiling at her after all! It made her feel good, but the feeling was fleeting because when she faced the window once more, he had gone. A pang of intense disappointment shot through her, which was irrational since she had never set eyes on the man before.

With a little sigh, she carried on clearing until she was interrupted a few moments later by someone scraping a chair out from beneath the adjacent table. Rose turned, to find she was indeed the object of that roguish smile. The blue eyes twinkled, and the the little laughter lines surrounding them crinkled in a delightful way.

"Hey - can I get a cup of coffee please?" His voice was deep and faintly growly, and he spoke with an American accent

"Of course." She tried to hide her surprise and the rush of pleasure. "What sort would you like? We have Cappuccino, Latte, Americano ..."

"Yes, that's what I'll have - Americano. And maybe a donut or two? You Brits do great donuts."

"Well, I think you may be in luck - there were two left when I last looked. I'll bring them over," she smiled.

At the counter, Cindy stared in open admiration. "Who is THAT?! What a gorgeous hunk of a man!"

"He is rather, isn't he," agreed Rose. "He wants donuts."

"Then donuts is what he shall have!" said Cindy. And before Rose had time to blink, Cindy had grabbed the remaining donuts, flung them on a plate, and sprinted across the café to his table. "Here you go," she smiled. "I hope you enjoy them. Is there anything else I can get you? Anything special you need?" she asked, hopefully.

He shook his head and then appeared to change his mind. "Mmmn - this is real good," he said as he demolished half the donut in one bite. "There is something, if you wouldn't mind?"