Page 8 of Wrong Number, Right Grumpy Silver Fox

"I admire you. You're young, full of life, and ready to take on the world."

"I think I like how you see me. Let me go get dessert."

"There's dessert?"

"Of course, there's always dessert."

The dessert turned out to be apple pie, baked from scratch. If I wasn't already half in love with this girl, I'd probably be asking her to marry me right now. As it is, I'm in big trouble. After dessert, we go back to the kitchen to try and visualize how everything will turn out.

"You have a great eye for design, Sarah."

"I don't know about that."

"It will help you if you study architecture or design."

She gets close to me, and my heart starts beating harder. Having her so near to me is a gift and torture at the same time. Our eyes lock and I swear I'm having difficulty breathing. I grab her hand in mine and bring it to my mouth to place a soft kiss on it.

She's an angel and deserves to be treated like one. But deep inside a fire is burning with desire for this twenty five year old that called me by mistake instead of a plumber. I pull her closer to me so that we're chest to chest and I look deep into her eyes.

Going up on her tiptoes, she grabs my t-shirt in her fist and starts to pull me down. Before our lips touch there's a knock on the door and I stand straight and back up from her. That was close, maybe a little too close for comfort. I'm definitely in trouble.

Chapter 5

Sarah

Worst timing ever for someone to come knock at my door. Mitchell and I were having a moment and we were about to kiss. I hate it when this happens in romance books, and now it's my life. Mitchell had stepped back abruptly when the knock sounded on the door so I move around him to see who it is.

When I get to the door, I open to see my neighbor Mrs. Bates holding a container with what look like cookies. We both bake, so we keep trying to up one another with baked goods. I open the door wide and give her a big smile. She's a good, kindhearted person who was also a good friend to my grandmother.

"Hello, Mrs. Bates."

"It's Edith, dear."

"What brings you over today, Edith?"

It feels wrong to use her first name, but she insists all the time. I think it makes her feel younger when I call her by her first name, as if we're the same age.

"I just wanted to bring you some of the snickerdoodles I made this afternoon."

"You know I shouldn't be eating those, Edith. I'm already too curvy for my own good."

"Men love curvy girls. Just wait and see. And who do you have here?"

Mitchell is moving around the kitchen measuring things. I don't know what he's measuring, but it all looks very important.

"That's my friend, Mitchell. He's going to help me with repairing and renovating the house. Isn't it great?"

He moves out of the kitchen and comes to where we're standing.

"It's good to meet you, Edith. Let's see if Sarah will let me try one of your delicious snickerdoodles."

Edith actually blushes at Mitchell's words.

"Yes, well. Here you go, Sarah. Do take care of yourself. And you, silver fox, don't do anything you shouldn't do."

She turns around and leaves the house, leaving me with a smile on my face. She sure told Mitchell. The trouble is I don't actually want him to behave. I would like to get that kiss that was interrupted. I hand him the cookies and wait for him to go back to the kitchen.

He opens the container and takes a bite.