Three of Spades by W. Ferraro Read Free Book Online Page B

on the paths. There was another couple sitting close on one of the park benches. Their silhouettes were cast by a nearby light pole making them look like one of those old vintage prints from when the soldiers returned from WWII.
    As Natalie sat in her car and observed the private everyday moments of people in love, she began to wonder what it would be like. To do something as uneventful as walking a path, but feeling strength and warmth from a conjoined hand. To know if you wanted to just lean your head on a strong shoulder, it would be ok.
    What would it be like to know you were thought of first thing when someone woke up and that you were their last thought before they fell asleep at night? To roll over in bed and rather than find cold sheets and an untouched pillow, you have a warm solid body there. To know that all you would have to do is reach out a hand and you would feel another’s heartbeat.
    As she watched from the darkness of her car, Natalie could see the bold colors of the fallen leaves. Some blew across the grass and paths, while others sailed on top of the calm water of the lake. As one leaf fell right onto her windshield, she noted how its yellow color branched out into orange and red hues as it grew away from the vein. And just that quickly it was gone as another breeze blew it off to an unknown place.
    Noticing the glowing time from her dimly lit dashboard, Natalie realized it was time to head over to Cal’s to learn her fate. She took a couple of deep breaths and slowly slid the car into reverse. She pulled out of the tranquil calmness of the autumn evening and into, what she hoped would be, the beginning of lessons that would change her life.
    Dylan pulled into Cal’s a few minutes before nine o’clock. Still not one hundred percent sure if he was going to agree or not; he just could not help but feel what Natalie needed was not him. As he climbed out of the truck, he heard his name called. He turned and he noticed Gwen walking toward him. Her tall curvaceous body was adorned in denim and sequins. Her knee high black leather boots fit snuggly to her calves. Her too small pants emphasized her high firm ass and showed her toned abs, before her silver sequined one shoulder top covered her round full breasts.
    “Hey Dreamy. How are you? Haven’t seen much of you around lately,” Gwen said, as she leaned over and placed a smacking kiss on Dylan’s cheek, leaving an outline of her cherry red lipstick.
    “Been here and there, doing this and that. And how is the fabulous Gwendolyn Watson?” Dylan asked out of courtesy, as he leaned against the front bumper of his truck. He hoped that Natalie hadn’t yet arrived; he hated leaving a lady to wait.
    With that compliment, Gwen went into detail about how she just came back from a tropical vacation in the Caribbean. As she spoke of the hot sun and warm crystal blue waters, she stepped closer to him and ran her manicured nails up his chest.
    “So what brings you here? Looking for some company?” Gwen asked with unabashed confidence.
    Knowing just what kind of company Gwen could be, his body was intrigued, but his mind shot to Natalie’s golden blonde hair and large brown eyes. In that moment, he made his decision.
    “Actually I’m here meeting someone, but it was great running into you Gwen. Go easy on these poor men; it’s rare that they meet anyone as vivacious as you,” Dylan spoke, as he disengaged his body from her warm and willing one.
    As Dylan made his way toward the front of the pub, he saw Natalie standing to the right of the steps, in the small casted shadows of the porch. She saw Dylan with the beautiful woman and her hopes had crumbled. That was the type of person Dylan Cross wanted, not some inexperienced Kindergarten teacher who’s most alluring feature was her ability to quote any work of fiction this side of Shakespeare. She knew this outcome was more probable than his willingness, but seeing it in front of her own eyes, made it that much