Glencoe Dreams, Part Four

 Glencoe Dreams, Part One

Glencoe Dreams, Part Two

GLencoe Dreams, Part Three

Glencoe Dreams, Part Four

 The three ladies were waiting outside when Kent pulled up to the front of the hotel in his RV. It was small, nothing fancy, but Serena liked that.

   The butterflies in her stomach had risen to her throat as she watched him step out of the RV.

   “The collar on his jacket is popped!” Serena promised herself she wouldn’t act like an over-crazed fangirl in front of him, so she had to get it out of her system before he approached her.

   “What is it with you and popped collars?” Isabella asked.

   “I can’t explain why, but they drive me crazy.”

   He was wearing a Yankees ball cap.

    Serena sighed, “All my favorite photographers are Yankees fans.” she said loudly enough for him to hear.

   He flashed her a shit-eating grin as he stopped directly in front of her. “I’m not sure I can allow you in my RV with that shirt.” He retorted.

  “Fine,” She spun on her heel and turned as if she were about to leave.

   Kent gently grabbed her elbow to stop her. She turned her head and met his gaze. For a moment, she had forgotten about the butterflies, but now, looking into his beautiful brown eyes she could feel them fluttering.

   Kent’s touch on her elbow lingered for a few seconds, and Katarina and Isabella exchanged knowing looks.

   He allowed his fingers to graze down her arm until he reached her hand. He gently grabbed her hand and brought it to his lips, kissing the back of it. “It’s a pleasure to officially meet you,” he smiled at her.

   Being the old soul that she was, Serena was impressed by his old-fashioned greeting. She found him charming.

   “Please don’t go,” he pleaded.

   Serena watched his eyes soften, but she caught the mischievous glint in his eye, and a sly grin slightly cross his face before he uttered,

   “You’re past your forty-eight-hour return policy, and I’d feel bad spending your money on a new Yankees hat, but as you can see,” he pointed to the worn ball cap on his head, “I need a new one.”

      She threw her head back in laughter. “Well, we can’t have that, now can we!?”

     Serena’s laugh was like music to Kent’s ears. He had always found himself elated when he made an attractive woman laugh, but there was something about her laugh. It was boisterous yet feminine and genuine. Her laughter wasn’t faked just to appease his ego. She was genuinely laughing at his joke, and he found it incredibly sexy. He hoped he could keep her laughing for the entire ten days.

   “Look at the way he looks at her,” Amanda gushed.

   “And the way she looks at him.” Katrina retorted.

   Kent cleared his throat. “May. I. Um.” He stammered. He closed his eyes and clenched his jaw. “Get it together, Kent,” he scolded himself internally.

   “May I take your bags for you?” He offered.

   “Oh, yes, please,” she handed him her oversized duffle bag, suitcase, and backpack.”

    Kent stood there staring at her blankly.

   “I’ll keep this with me,” she said, referring to her camera bag.

   Kent nodded in understanding. “I’ll give you time to say goodbye to your friends.”

   He turned around and began to walk away, “And so you can tell them how handsome you think I am.” He yelled over his shoulder.

   Serena turned around, continuing to walk, backward, “You’re awfully sure of yourself.” She yelled back.

   “You’re not denying it,” he said as he continued to walk away.

   She sighed in defeat and spun on her heel to make her way over to her friends. “Dammit,” she whispered under her breath.

   Although Serena couldn’t see it, Kevin wore a grin the size of Texas for the entire trek back to the RV. He placed her belongings in the back of the RV. He checked himself out in the side-view mirror, pretending to adjust his hat in case she turned back to look at him. “Oh, please turn back around to look at me.” He hoped.

   Kent pulled the collar of the back of his jacket up and adjusted the sides. He walked in front of the RV and leaned against it, crossing his left leg over his right, keeping both legs straight. He crossed his arms across his chest as he patiently waited and enjoyed the view of her interacting with her friends.

   Serena skipped the last few steps to her friends, and they embraced her in a hug, all of them giggling like schoolgirls.

   “Shhh,” Serena instructed through her giggles as she brought a pointer finger up to her lips.

   “Do you have any questions about if he’s attracted to you now?” Isabella asked proudly.

   “Well, you don’t have to be such a smart ass about it.” Serena retorted.

   The ladies broke into laughter.

   Kent knew right then, and there he would never tire of watching her laugh.

   “He’s tall!” Katarina kept peering over Serena’s shoulder to gaze at him.

   “And he hasn’t taken his eyes off of you.” Katarina giggled.

   Serena was just about to turn around, but both Isabella and Katarina stopped her.

   “Dammit,” Kent muttered, not loudly enough for the women to hear.

   “Did you know he was that tall?” Isabella asked.

   “No.” Serena swooned. “I knew he was tall, but I didn’t know he was THAT tall.”

    Katarina’s smile widened. “I have one last question.”

   “What’s that?” Serena asked.

   Katarina raised one eyebrow and gave her a pointed look, “If the opportunity arises – “

   She didn’t even have to finish her question before Serena replied in understanding. “I’m gonna climb him like a tree,” Serena motioned to Kent with her head.

   Kent could not help the smile that crossed his face knowing she was talking about him; then, he grew a little anxious when all three of them directly broke out into gut-wrenching laughter.

   “We should go,” Serena stated. “I don’t want to be rude and keep him waiting.”

   “So considerate of you,” Katarina said as she wrapped an arm around Serena’s shoulders as she and Isabella walked back to the RV with her.

      Serena shrugged.

    She stopped right in front of Kent, not quite invading his personal space.

   “Are you ready?” Kent asked her.

   “Yes.”

   Serena spun on her heel and hugged her friends one last time.

   “Thank you again!” She exclaimed, “You ladies are the best friends I could ask for.”

    “His feet are big too!” Isabella whispered in her ear.

   “Stop that!” Serena guffawed.

   “See you ladies in 10 days!”

   Serena waved and blew kisses to her friends as she walked backward towards the RV.

   Kent held the passenger door open for Serena, and he offered her his hand to help her get into the RV since it was a steep step into it.

  “Thank you,” she said as she took his hand.

   Kent nodded his response and took advantage of the opportunity to check out her long, denim-clad legs.

   He turned and faced Serena’s friends. “Thank you for giving me this opportunity.”

   “We didn’t tell her about the discount,” Katarina confirmed his suspicions.

   “Thank you.” He responded.

   “Take care of our girl,” Isabella told him.

   “Don’t worry,” Kent winked at her, “She’s in very good hands.”

   Both ladies giggled.

   Kent let out a little chuckle before he swung himself into the driver’s seat of the RV, quickly and gracefully with his long legs.

   Serena leaned across Kent to wave goodbye to her friends, and he caught the scent of her shampoo as her hair wafted by his nose. He found her scent intoxicating. 

   Serena sat back in her seat and fastened her seatbelt.

   “I made three playlists for the trip.” He informed her.

   “It’s only a two-hour trip.” She reminded him.

   “I can get bored easily and like to switch it up sometimes.”

   “Oh, I understand that.” Her response was a welcomed surprise. His friends often teased him about it.

   Her choice of classic rock pleased him, but then again, he supposed he would have been happy with any choice she made, given the fact he created each playlist.

   As he pulled onto the road, Kent honked the horn.

   Serena waved to her friends, the wind blowing her hair, and Kevin had to use all his energy to keep his focus on the road.

   For whatever reason, the Bluetooth had some trouble connecting, but when it finally did, I’m Gonna Be (500 Miles), by the Proclaimers, filled the vehicle.

   “I love this song!” Serena exclaimed before she started singing along and dancing in her seat.

   “She’s so adorable,” Kent thought to himself. He smiled because what she didn’t know was that he knew this was one of those songs she couldn’t help but sing along to. Kent did his research, and he hid a few of her favorite songs throughout each playlist. He had no idea when or how often they would play because the playlist was placed on shuffle, but he purposefully planned the playlist to only last minutes before their arrival; he was very thorough that way.

   They made eye contact for a brief moment, and for the first time in his life, Kevin found himself enjoying a road trip.

   To be continued…

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5 Responses to Glencoe Dreams, Part Four

  1. Brad Osborne says:

    Another tall, dark, handsome, (likely well-endowed) and charismatic main male character? When do the short, balding guys with no game get a break? Just kidding. Well written!

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    • kristianw84 says:

      I never said he was dark or handsome. The only thing we know so far is that he has pretty eyes, is probably well-endowed, and Serena finds him charming. Perhaps his hairline is receding, mostly white, and his skin is pasty. 🤣🤣

      Originally, he was going to be ridiculously handsome and Scottish! I decided that would make him too perfect.

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      • Brad Osborne says:

        And he is strikingly tall…plus I am pretty sure she is not falling for the ugly guys…so the only stretch here is the “dark” part with what has to be the classically, pasty Scottish skin tone….😁

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      • kristianw84 says:

        Haha. I had that “climb him like a tree” comment rattling in my head for a few days, and wanted to use it. Serena is around 5’6″, so he needed to be tall for it to work. Yes, he’s very tall. No, he’s not ugly. Neither are short, balding guys, though. I decided to not make him Scottish. You’ll find out more about Kent as the story continues. 😁 I might have a thing for Scottish accents! It’s harder to write than it looks, though, & Diana Gabaldon won’t return my calls. 🤣

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      • Brad Osborne says:

        Mine either….😁

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