Finding Me (Love's Not Easy Series Book 1) by Nicole Rickman Read Free Book Online

could hold her own, that was for sure.
    The waiter served some appetizers; while Aimee, and Aiden discussed their classes with LJ. He gave them some pointers on what the professors expected to see in their assignments.
    Aimee took a cracker, with a red spread of something on it, from the platter. She took a small bite to see if she liked it. The very instant it hit her taste buds, she felt nauseous. She took her napkin from the table; and, as graceful as one can, she spit the spread in her napkin. Aiden and LJ both held in their laughter.
    “What was that?” Aimee grimaced at the thought of the awful tasting spread in her mouth.
    Aiden took the cracker and examined it before handing it to LJ. He looked at it for a second. “It’s pickled beets and goat cheese.”
    “Well it is nasty.  Who in their right mind would eat that?” Aimee drank some water.
    “Yeah, it is.” Aiden began laughing. “Do you realize, you just spit it back into your napkin?”
    She looked down at the napkin. “I didn’t even think about what I was doing. All I knew, was that I was not swallowing that stuff.”
    LJ was holding his side from laughing so hard. “To heck with etiquette, eh, Aimee?”
    Aimee grinned. “At least I didn’t spit it in a glass of water. Now that would have been tacky.”
    LJ looked over at Aiden. “She is beautiful, intelligent, and has a sense of humor. Man, this American girl has it all.”
    “Ok, you have seriously got to stop calling me, this American girl.”
    “Well, isn’t that what you are?”
    “Yes, I am American. It is the Country I was born and raised in.  I love America; it is a great Nation. But, to constantly be called, the American girl, is beginning to annoy me. You are using it as an adjective to describe me. Do you refer to all the girls from Neahovia as, the Neahovian girls?”
    Aimee barely let him get his no in before she started again. “Then, why do you call me, this American girl? I am sure I am not the only American girl here. Or, the only girl from another country. You can’t go around calling us by our countries. There is so much more to me, than being from America; and, when you call me that, three or four times, in less than thirty minutes, it upsets me.”
    Aimee stopped talking, just as a waiter placed a drinks at the table. Aimee took hers, but Aiden grabbed it, just before she took a sip. “Don’t drink that. I will go find us some non-alcoholic drinks.”
    LJ waited for Aiden to leave. “So, would you rather I call you the tall hot blonde girl?”
    “You wouldn’t dare.” Aimee glared at him.
    “No.”
    “That is kind of my point; though, people use words like tall, hot, blonde girl; or the girl with the glasses, to describe someone. Those are all physical traits. Why is it, no one calls you the girl full of life or the girl with spirit? We need to find out more about the person we are going to speak of before we speak; so, we use the correct adjectives.”
    “So I should say you are the tall, intelligent, hot, blonde, who knows how to speak her mind?”
    Aimee laughed. “See, that just sounds better.”
    LJ shook his head. “I am not in trouble for calling you hot?”
    “Hey, everyone likes to hear that they look good, too. Is that what you have learned about me?”
    “Definitely. So, how would you describe me?”
    “Arrogant and pig headed.” Aimee laughed.
    “Ouch, that hurt.”
    “I was kidding and you know that. I would say you are a tall, blonde dude, who cares about his body. He is very confident and speaks elegantly.”
    “So, if I had to use one word to describe Aimee Pittman, what would it be?”
    “I am a Christian.”
    “That’s it.  Out of all your choices, you choose you’re a Christian?”
    “I think that sums it up. What else is there?”
    “Intelligent, caring, funny, confident….”
    “Those are all superficial things; without Christ, I am nothing.”
    “You really believe that?”
    “I couldn’t call myself a Christian, if I