Texas Stranger Read Online Free Page B
Author: Janet Muncy
door. It opened quickly, causing her to jam her fingers into the hard wood finish.
“Oh!” she cried from the pain. Looking up to see who had caused the damage.
“I should have know it would be you.” She scolded, looking back down to survey the damage nails.
“Well, such a greeting, after all we’ve been through together, what do you mean you should have know it would be me?” Carl stood looking down at her as a slight grin spread across his face.
“You caused me to break my nails,” She held her fingers up to show him the damage.
“Oh, poor baby, want me to kiss it and make it better?” He teased, reaching for her hand.
“Look! I’ll tell you what you can kiss, buster, and I assure you it wouldn’t be my fingers.” January cursed pulling her hand away from him.
“Hey now, let’s not get vulgar. But then again that doesn’t sound like a bad idea.”
“Please, let me pass, I have no intention of causing a scene.”
“Good, then why don’t you let me buy you a drink, you look like you could use one.” Carl said, turning her around gently and moving her toward a nearby table.
“Look...”
“Now, now, let’s not make a scene,” Carl nodded to a couple passing them.
January only slightly smiled at the passing couple, knowing she had no choice but to let him lead her to the bar area. Pulling out the chair, he motioned for her to sit down.
Feeling uncomfortable in his presence, she avoided looking at him directly. But kept her eyes fixed on the movement his hands were making.
“What would you like to drink, Whiskey? Beer?”
She wasn’t sure why he was being so sarcastic, but for what ever reason she ordered brandy. Although she was sure it would probably hit her stomach like a ton of lead.
“Ha, brandy, of course. I was sure it would be something strong.” He said motioning to the waiter. “Two Brandy’s please.”
January glanced uneasily at him, waiting for him to say something. All the while watching him light a cigarette. But she couldn’t stand the way he moved so slowly inhaling the infernal thing.
“Why did you think it would be something strong?” January asked, avoiding his eyes, that seemed to be staring right through her.
“Because you act so tough, I thought you would probably drink something strong as well.” Carl answered, puffing on the cigarette more to her apparent irritation then his pleasure.
January frowned in annoyance as the smoke floated past her nose. “I don’t know what you’re talking about, I don’t act tough, and brandy is anyone’s drink.”
“Hardly my dear, brandy is a man’s drink, as far as I’m concern, and you try to act tough all the time. I’ll bet you one hundred dollars, you can’t drink three of those without passing out.” Carl challenged her. Putting the cigarette down in the ash tray.
“Don’t ever underestimate a woman’s tolerance.” January said, holding her head higher, trying again to avoid the smoke. Besides she was sure he was right especially since she hadn’t had anything to eat today.
“Then you’ll except my challenge?”
“No, I won’t, but it isn’t because I couldn’t handle it. It’s because you’ve apparently had a few already.” She met his gaze, unconsciously putting the irritable cigarette out.
“Then you have a better chance at winning.” He challenged her again as a smile crossed his face at her fight to put the cigarette out completely.
“It would be unfair and besides I don’t need the money.” She said, wishing he would stop teasing her.
“You can buy yourself a new pair of shoes, hat or what ever women buy with extra money.”
“Men! They always have to prove something don’t they? They are always trying to be the macho.” She hissed.
“Not all men, only the one’s who have women like you making them feel less than what they really are.”
“Women like me?” January raised her eyebrows.
“Yes, women like you. Women who think their tough and can handle the
“Oh!” she cried from the pain. Looking up to see who had caused the damage.
“I should have know it would be you.” She scolded, looking back down to survey the damage nails.
“Well, such a greeting, after all we’ve been through together, what do you mean you should have know it would be me?” Carl stood looking down at her as a slight grin spread across his face.
“You caused me to break my nails,” She held her fingers up to show him the damage.
“Oh, poor baby, want me to kiss it and make it better?” He teased, reaching for her hand.
“Look! I’ll tell you what you can kiss, buster, and I assure you it wouldn’t be my fingers.” January cursed pulling her hand away from him.
“Hey now, let’s not get vulgar. But then again that doesn’t sound like a bad idea.”
“Please, let me pass, I have no intention of causing a scene.”
“Good, then why don’t you let me buy you a drink, you look like you could use one.” Carl said, turning her around gently and moving her toward a nearby table.
“Look...”
“Now, now, let’s not make a scene,” Carl nodded to a couple passing them.
January only slightly smiled at the passing couple, knowing she had no choice but to let him lead her to the bar area. Pulling out the chair, he motioned for her to sit down.
Feeling uncomfortable in his presence, she avoided looking at him directly. But kept her eyes fixed on the movement his hands were making.
“What would you like to drink, Whiskey? Beer?”
She wasn’t sure why he was being so sarcastic, but for what ever reason she ordered brandy. Although she was sure it would probably hit her stomach like a ton of lead.
“Ha, brandy, of course. I was sure it would be something strong.” He said motioning to the waiter. “Two Brandy’s please.”
January glanced uneasily at him, waiting for him to say something. All the while watching him light a cigarette. But she couldn’t stand the way he moved so slowly inhaling the infernal thing.
“Why did you think it would be something strong?” January asked, avoiding his eyes, that seemed to be staring right through her.
“Because you act so tough, I thought you would probably drink something strong as well.” Carl answered, puffing on the cigarette more to her apparent irritation then his pleasure.
January frowned in annoyance as the smoke floated past her nose. “I don’t know what you’re talking about, I don’t act tough, and brandy is anyone’s drink.”
“Hardly my dear, brandy is a man’s drink, as far as I’m concern, and you try to act tough all the time. I’ll bet you one hundred dollars, you can’t drink three of those without passing out.” Carl challenged her. Putting the cigarette down in the ash tray.
“Don’t ever underestimate a woman’s tolerance.” January said, holding her head higher, trying again to avoid the smoke. Besides she was sure he was right especially since she hadn’t had anything to eat today.
“Then you’ll except my challenge?”
“No, I won’t, but it isn’t because I couldn’t handle it. It’s because you’ve apparently had a few already.” She met his gaze, unconsciously putting the irritable cigarette out.
“Then you have a better chance at winning.” He challenged her again as a smile crossed his face at her fight to put the cigarette out completely.
“It would be unfair and besides I don’t need the money.” She said, wishing he would stop teasing her.
“You can buy yourself a new pair of shoes, hat or what ever women buy with extra money.”
“Men! They always have to prove something don’t they? They are always trying to be the macho.” She hissed.
“Not all men, only the one’s who have women like you making them feel less than what they really are.”
“Women like me?” January raised her eyebrows.
“Yes, women like you. Women who think their tough and can handle the