Page 5 of Wrong Number, Right Grumpy Silver Fox

"But you're here and I am saved."

Her arms are around my neck and her sweet strawberry scent is making me weak at the knees. Her body is flush against mine, and I don't really want to let her go. She has other ideas and starts to slide down my body as she lets go of my neck.

"You need to be more careful."

Her hands, still on my shoulders, squeeze me as if she doesn't think I'm real, but I am. I am very real and very aroused at having her all to myself like this.

"You're not wearing any shoes. You'll cut your foot if you walk around. Let me take you to the living room while I take care of the mess in here."

I grab her legs and she jumps up and holds on to me as if she's a koala bear. I take her back to the living room and place her on the carpet there.

"I can put some shoes on so I can help with the clean up."

"Just tell me where the broom is."

"Are you always this grumpy in the afternoons?"

"Only when I have to save someone from disaster."

She giggles like the young woman she is, and a pang hits me in the stomach at realizing I could never have her. She's just so young. But I can be her savior, and I'm starting by removing all the glass that's broken in the kitchen. It takes me about thirty minutes to get everything cleaned up and out to the garbage.

"Sarah?"

"Hmmm?"

She's working on her computer in the living room and I hate to bother her, but I really need to find out what her vision is for the kitchen.

"I thought we could go and see about materials for the kitchen. Are you busy?"

"What were you thinking? I thought you'd only do surface repairs."

"I mean if we're doing the kitchen now might as well do it properly."

"I don't have any savings, Mitchell. I can't do a whole renovation right now."

"We can work something out."

"You mean like a loan?"

I mean like I'll take care of you from now until the end of time, but I keep myself from uttering the words. She doesn't need to know how far deep I am into her.

"Something like that."

"Okay, I'd love to see what they've got at the store. Let me change, and we can go."

When she comes down from her room, she's in tight jeans and a shirt that fits her curves perfectly. I try not to ogle her like the dirty old man I am, but I think I fail because she's smiling and blushing as we leave for the store.

The drive is comfortable, and I shouldn't be surprised because that's what it's like to be with her. Simple and easy, like we fit.

"Any particular colors you were considering for the kitchen?"

"I haven't really thought about it because I didn't know we were going to do a total overhaul of the place, but now I'm thinking the possibilities are endless."

"Hmmm."

"Let me check on the Internet while we get there. There are so many different ideas for kitchens, but I want to respect your time as well."

"You have all the time you need. You don't need to rush."