Sweet Memories

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Authors: Lavyrle Spencer
Tags: Romance, Contemporary
yourself?”
    “No.” He grinned engagingly. “With Stella.”
    She grinned back. “And how did you two get along?” She put coffee in the percolator basket and set the pot on the stove burner.
    “She’s a brassy old girl, but I talked sweet to her and she responded like a lady.”
    It wasn’t what he said, but how he said it that made Theresa’s cheeks pink. There was an undertone of teasing, though the words were totally polite. She wasn’t used to such a tone of voice when speaking with men, but it, combined with his lazy half smile while he leaned one shoulder against the doorway, gave her the feeling she imagined a cat must have when its fur was slowly stroked the wrong way.
    “I didn’t hear you playing.”
    “We were whispering to each other.”
    Again, she couldn’t resist smiling.
    “I ... I’m sorry nobody was up to fix breakfast for you. It’s my first day of Christmas vacation, and I guess my body decided to take advantage of it. I never even wiggled at the usual wake-up time. I heard Jeff still snoring. He must have come in late.”
    “It was around three.”
    So—he hadn’t been able to sleep. Neither had she. “Three!”
    He shrugged, his shoulder still braced on the doorway. He was wearing tight, faded blue jeans and a white football jersey that hugged his ribs just enough to make them tantalizing.
    She recalled how long it had taken her to get to sleep after the curious way he’d managed to stir her senses last night, and wondered what had really kept him awake. Had he lain in the dark thinking of the movie as she had? Thinking of Jeff and Patricia in the car? Himself and her having cake and milk in the dusky kitchen?
    His slow perusal was beginning to make Theresa’s nerves jump, so she shrugged. “Why don’t you sit down, and I’ll pour you a glass of juice?”
    He obliged, though she still wasn’t rid of his gaze, even after she gave him a glass of orange juice. His eyes followed her lazily as she turned the bacon, scrambled eggs and dropped bread into the toaster. “What do you and Jeff have planned for today?”
    “I don’t know, but whatever it is, I was hoping you could come along.”
    Her heart skipped, and she was disappointed at what she had to reply. “Oh, no, I have too much to do to help mother for tomorrow night, and I have to get ready for the concert I’m playing in tonight.”
    “Oh, that’s right. Jeff told me. Civic orchestra, isn’t it?”
    “Uh-huh. I’ve been in it for three years and I really enjoy—”
    “Well, good morning, you two.” It was Amy, barely giving her sister a glance, aiming her greeting primarily at Brian. To his credit, he didn’t flinch even slightly at the sight of Amy, decked out in crisp blue jeans that fit her like a shadow, a skinny little sweater that fit nearly as close, craftily styled hair with its shoulder-length auburn feather cut blown and curled back from her face in that dewy-fresh style so stunningly right for teenage girls. Her makeup application could have taught “Glue Eyes” a thing or two several years ago.
    “I thought teenagers spent their vacations flopping around in baggy overalls these days,” Brian noted, managing to compliment Amy without encouraging any excess hope.
    “Mmm ...” Amy simpered. “That just goes to show what you know.”
    But Theresa was fully aware that had Brian not been under the roof, that’s exactly how Amy would have spent her day, only she wouldn’t have poked her nose out of her burrow until one o’clock in the afternoon.
    Amy stepped delicately to the stove and lifted a piece of cooling bacon, nibbled it with a provocative daintiness that quite surprised her sister. Where in the world had Amy learned to act this way? When? Just since Brian Scanlon had walked into the house?
    “Amy, if you want bacon and eggs, get yourself a plate,” Theresa scolded, suddenly annoyed by her sister’s flirtatiousness. Even though she realized how small it was to feel a twinge of

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