find humor in or was it my singing?” She asked while she finally poured herself a cup of coffee and added French vanilla crème. She took in the heavenly aroma before taking a sip dropping herself into one of her dinette chairs.
“I’ll start with your dog I think you need to trade him in; he is definitely no guard dog. He eagerly greeted me inside short of rolling out the red carpet.” He stated then let out another chuckle. “And yes I really enjoyed the concert I walked in on though I’m not sure if I want to read into any of the lyrics you so passionately sang.” He looked over at her while bringing his mug to his lips.
“One day you are going to find my shotgun aimed right between your eyes if you keep sneaking up on me. And that my dear is the only security I need so leave poor Mace alone. He can’t help if he finds you irresistible.” She replied smugly.
“Under all that sophistication you exhibit, deep down you are all red-neck driven.” He shook his head back and forth with a grin. “And I wouldn’t change a thing about you. I also stopped by to apologize for last night even though it was beyond my control. I want to make it up to you and accompany you to the funeral services. I figured you might need some support.”
Her face lit up hearing his offer. “Really, then I forgive you. Your doggie bag I mean your food is also in the fridge. You know, at first I wanted to curse you but I was a big girl and survived the torture. I just want to keep my distance from Marco. It felt so strange to see him it was like the old feelings wanted to seep out of the locked doors that are meant to never reopen. I have to focus on all the pain he inflicted upon me or I’m doomed.” She looked up at him with determination in her eyes.
He slowly walked over to put his mug in the antique red sink and turned to her again studying her through his eyes. “Marisol, I’ve been by your side through everything you’ve been through but trust me when I say this, until you get the closure you need from Marco you will never have peace in your heart that will allow you to move on and give love another chance. We don’t know how long he is in town for so do yourself a favor take the opportunity and seek your closure. Do it for yourself, hell do it for me if it matters, but get your life back.” Dumbfounded she stared at Nate in silence with both tear filled eyes. He went to the fridge to grab his doggie bag and then paused to look at her. “You know I love you girl.” He turned to leave and yelled out “I’ll be back to pick you up at 2:00 so be ready.” Then the door closed behind him leaving her in silence to ponder his effective words that shot straight to the heart.
True to his word he arrived on time and drove directly to the church playing Cold Play from his IPod. She spent most of the day staying busy with cleaning and went out for a run hoping to release some tension to no avail. Their earlier discussion forgotten for now although she knew Nate’s persistency and there is no satisfaction until a deal is complete. The motto he lived by. It was just a matter of time before he brought the subject back up again. Those characteristics were the makings of a successful real estate broker but his invasion of her privacy could be construed as bullying. Parking his silver Range Rover, he turned his attention to Marisol. “Miss Braxton, are you ready to conquer?”
She placed a force smile and batted her eyes. “Well I think I am Mr. Nathanial, I do declare your presence is so enchanting what would a girl like me do without you?” She added with an exaggerated southern drawl.
“Leave it to you to just boost my ego.” He softly laughed back at her.
“Trust me you need no ego boosting from me you have enough from this whole town. Now let’s face what demons await me inside.”
“Really, you speak of demons as we are about