Carrie and Keith 12

Carrie was almost home when a car pulled up and honked at her. She turned to find Joey waving at her.

"Did you say you're a massage therapist?" he called. She nodded. "I've been looking for one. Do you have a card?"

"Yes. My place is right here. I'll bring you one."

Carrie went in and up to her room and got one of her business cards. When she returned, Joey was parked in front of her driveway, standing outside, leaning up against his car. Joey was the type that made the girls drool and he knew it. She walked over to him and held out her card.

"Here you go. My hours are listed on the back."

"Thank you, sweetheart." Joey smiled and walked around his car to get in.

Carrie rolled her eyes and walked back into the house.

***

"What are you doing Sunday afternoon?" Carrie asked, looking up at him, her eyes crinkled into a smile.

"We have practice at 6:00. Nothing before that." Keith said. He couldn't resist smiling back at her.

"Would you be interested in lunch out with me that day?" Carrie asked.

"Sure." Keith said hesitantly, looking down at the mail in his hand.

"Good! I know a great Italian restaurant. How about if I pick you up at 1:30?" Carrie ducked so he had to look at her again. Her eyes were teasing.

He took a deep breath around the butterflies that threatened to burst out of his stomach. "OK." He put his mail back in the mailbox and reached for her. She stepped forward into his embrace. He held her close and took another deep breath. Even through her hat, he could smell her. He released her. When she stepped back and looked up at him, he could see that her lashes were wet.

"See you Sunday," she said in a trembling voice. She turned away and walked home. Keith watched her every step and waved at her when she turned to look before going in.