May Flowers Part 3 Of 4
“Ready.” May returned, dressed all in black, trowel in her tool belt, and flashlight in hand.
Dan chuckled. May was the most enthusiastic gardener he knew. “Why don’t we just ask, Double-Oh-Sexy? I’m sure Henderson’ll give them to us.”
“And if he doesn’t?” She pulled on her gardening gloves. “No. Better we take them.”
“No we.” He plucked her off the wire mesh back fence. “Me. I’m doing this solo.” That he was doing this at all announced how far gone he was. He sighed. The woman was captivating. He stuck the hand trowel in the waistband of his pants. “I’ll need that too.” He took her flashlight.
“You don’t know what you’re looking for,” she protested.
“I do.” He’d spent the last two hours looking at tulips. He could spot one from space. “Wait here.”
“But…”
She looked so cute and flustered, he kissed her. Her mouth tasted like wine-soaked chocolate cake so he kissed her again. “For luck.” He grinned as he scaled the fence.
Fifteen minutes later, he was back, heart racing, adrenaline pumping. “Damn, Henderson can move.” For an elderly man, he was fast.
“Are you okay?” He got patted all over, and by all over, he meant ALL over. A certain part of his body found that even more exciting than the tulip retrieval.
“The man had a shovel.” And he used it. Dan narrowly escaped being beamed in the head.
“Told you he wouldn’t give them up without a fight,” said smugly, the patting done.
More likely Henderson thought he was after his new riding mower. “But he did give them up.” Dan pulled the bulbs out of his shirt, more dirt sprinkling down his pants legs into his socks.
“Oh, Dan.” And then he was being kissed as enthusiastically as May did everything else.
It was minutes before she released him. His lips hummed and his spirit soared. A passionate girl, his May. “Whatcha know about that.” He grinned. “Crime really does pay.”
