Impressing Nancy

Posted on November 28th, 2007 in Nancy Meets Ted by kimber

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“Stanley said?” Ted prompted, sensing a story.

“Nothing.” Nancy’s lips were a thin pink line. If he sucked on them, would they plump out again? “He said nothing.”

Patrick opened his mouth as if to say something and then winced.

“Patrick?” Here was the weak link. He’d spill the beans. Ted was certain of that.

“I don’t know anything, nothing, ohhh…” The big man shot Nancy a frightened glance and deliberately turned away from them. “Fawn, did you see the game last night?”

Leaving entertaining Nancy to Ted. Exactly as he planned. Ted grinned.

“You and Fawn…” What was… It was quick, Ted wasn’t sure, but he thought Nancy rolled her pretty blue eyes.  Why would she…  “have known each other for a long time, haven’t you?”

“Forever. Since primary school.” But he didn’t want to talk about his friend. “I’m glad you came today, Nance.” Bringing the conversation back to him, reminding her of his exploits on the tables. That’d impress her.

“Yes, well…”

“It meant a lot to me.” Ted covered her hand with his. It was so small, so soft. “That you cheered me on. You did cheer for me, didn’t you?” She’d tell him how great he’d been. He had been great. Top five.

“I’m not like Fawn.”

“That’s for sure.” Fawn again. How could he think of the overly dependent Fawn with this fireball in front of him?

A fireball heating up. Why was Nancy glaring at him again? And why did it make his skin hum, his palms sweat? His palms sweat… Ted snatched his hand away before Nancy noticed and rubbed the moisture off on his shorts.

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Stand Off At The In-N-Out

Posted on November 21st, 2007 in Nancy Meets Ted by kimber

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“Fawn knows all about football, don’t you, Fawn?” Ted beamed at the blonde over his half eaten burger and fries.

Nancy snorted.

Which brought her to everyone’s attention.

“Sorry,” she blushed, cursing herself under her breath, “allergies.”

Yeah, she was allergic to Ted telling the world how great his so called friend was. Fawn this and Fawn that was all they had heard for the past hour. It was grating on her nerves.

As the girl’s name had from the start.

Who outside of the Playboy mansion was called an insipid name like Fawn?

“You like football?” Patrick, seated beside Nancy, straightened in interest.

Crap, the girl was winning over Patrick, as impossible as that seemed.

“I much prefer table tennis.” A dainty hand curled around Ted’s biceps. “What about you, Nancy?”

She preferred the blonde take up skydiving but… “I don’t play any sports.” Or games for that matter. Nancy knew what Ted’s “friend” was trying to do. Get her to choose between Patrick and Ted. Like that choice was up to her. “I’m not very athletic.”

“Oh, I don’t know about that,” Patrick was grinning, “Nancy is quite the little dancer. Stanley said…” He stopped when Nancy’s foot connected with his shin.

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The Diversion Tactic

Posted on November 14th, 2007 in Nancy Meets Ted by kimber

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Ted thought he had it all figured out. Patrick was another Stanley, not a threat, only a friend.

Now he wasn’t sure. Was Bertie mistaken? Was Patrick… he didn’t know.

But he did know that if the hulking brute liked girls, he had to get him far away from Nancy.

She looked so darn cute in that snug green t-shirt and low cut jeans, her hair long enough to curl around her freckled face.

What man could resist all that? He sure couldn’t. Ted rubbed the back of his neck.

“Ted.”

D***, Fawn was calling him. He forgot about her. Ted didn’t need her distracting him right now.

Though… if she distracted Patrick… Yes, she could come in useful.

“Nance, Patrick, there’s someone I need you to meet.”

Nancy gave him what sounded like a sniff. On top of that, Ted didn’t like the looks passing back and forth between her and Patrick. What? Did she need the man’s approval to speak to him now?

“Nance.”

A sigh. “Okay, Ted, we’ll meet her.”

“Great.” A part of him relaxed. If he could push Patrick and Fawn together, he’d have Nancy to himself.

His redheaded girl stood, wobbling a bit, and Patrick reached out his hand to steady her. Hell no. He wasn’t letting the man touch her. Ted grabbed her hand before Patrick could, in his haste yanking it hard, throwing Nancy off balance.

And into his arms. Which was a great place for her to be. She smelled so nice. Was so soft.

“I’m fine.” She pushed away, glaring at him, blue eyes sparkling.

Ted almost laughed in enjoyment. Cripe, he loved Nancy’s temper. All fire and passion.

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Two Could Play

Posted on November 7th, 2007 in Nancy Meets Ted by kimber

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Nancy waited around for Ted, the patient Patrick by her side.

Like a fool.

Because when Ted reappeared, that aggressive blonde hussy was by his side, her hand wrapped around a biceps. Like it belonged there.

Then fine, Nancy slid her own hand between Patrick’s big barrel of a chest and his stocky arm. Two could play at that game.

“You’ll be okay.” Patrick winked at her, his broad face comforting. “I’ll protect you.”

She didn’t need protecting. Nancy was about to tell him that when Ted shot up the bleachers, taking them two at a time, towards them. Protection started to look good. She wiggled closer to Patrick’s bulk.

If she was thinking clearly, she would have received some comfort when Ted left blondie far behind. Not even a backwards glance in her direction. His eyes trained on Nancy.

But she didn’t because she was freaking out about what she’d say to him. She’d play it cool, that’s for sure. No emotion. Robot.

“Nance, you came.” And he was standing in front of her, big grin across his handsome face. The hair at the back of his neck was still wet and he smelled…

Robot. She was a robot. “Patrick,” Nancy stressed the name, “and I were passing and I remembered I said I would drop by.”

The grin wavered. “You didn’t… oh, never mind. I’m happy you’re here and Patrick…” The football player stood up. “… good to meet you.” They clasped hands. “Bertie has told me all about you.”

“Bertie doesn’t know anything about me.” Patrick’s deep voice was a growl. Poor man. Bertie did a real job on him.

“Then Bertie… you… you’re not…” Ted’s eyes flicked between the two of them.

Shrug of big shoulders. “Bertie wishes.”

“Oh.” Ted’s smile disappeared completely.

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