On the Flights

by Ellen Hutton

  “Hey doc,” he greeted and I quickly dictated the excitement in his voice.

  “Hi,” I answered and stepped into the mansion my eyes darting this way and that as I took in the beautiful surroundings of the mansion.

  “Can I get you something to drink?”

  “Sure,” I answered, “Scotch please.”

  He chuckled at my response and led me to an open bar at the far end of the lavish living room. I spotted a few pictures of his family and the resemblance with his brothers was almost surreal. I sat on one of the stools on the bar and watched him fix me a drink, he went on ahead to fix himself one as well and handed it to me.

  “So, to what do I owe the house call doctor?”

  He was his arrogant cheerful self again but I did not in any way find it offensive or arrogant as I always did.

  “Well I got your note.”

  “And?”

  “I have a few follow up questions before I give you my answer.”

  “Shoot?”

  “Are the rumors true?” I asked and when I realized how vaguer my question was decided to be more direct, “Are the rumors about you being the towns’ Casanova true? Do you go stomping on innocent girls’ hearts?”

  “Well, that sure was a mouthful,” he lifted his drink to his lips and sipped from the glass before looking at me straight in the eye. “You must have already heard the rumors I gather and that is why you asked?”

  He let out a deep sigh that made him look deflated and he took up a more vulnerable stand.

  “I have been one, there is no denying that,” he said before running his hands through his hair, “But I need you to believe that I have since changed and become a better man.”

  “What do you mean you have changed, the Heavenly incident was only a week ago?”

  “I know,” he answered obviously squirming from my tough gaze, “Thing is I deeply regretted the incident with Heavenly and truth be told it was more of a wakeup call for me. I realized how many girls I have hurt with my ways and would like to try and be a different man.”

  It was not so easy to believe him after all he was the town’s playboy that meant he had cunning ways with a silver tongue. But something in me decided to give him a chance, I was after all going to be there for a short while and if he didn’t prove himself by then I would simply leave. However, there was another underlying question that surfaced in my mind, what if he really proved himself? What would I do then? I shook myself of any worry and instead decided to dwell on the present. I loved his company, I loved his personality I of course hated the heat and scrutiny that would be on our relationship but was ready to gamble.

  He had taken a few steps to where I was standing and without thinking twice lifted my chin and looked into his adorable eyes. I loved it when our lips met and inhaled his scent, his tongue tasted of scotch but so did mine and I wrung my hands around his neck.

  “Does that mean you will go out with me?”

  “What do you think?” I answered coyly after regrettably breaking free from his kiss.

  “I think you love this cowboy and want a piece of him.”

  “Now, let’s not get carried away just yet Kyle, I don’t think I ‘love’ you just yet.”

  “Then I will need to work on that,” he answered before scooping me from my feet and directing me to what I assumed was his room. I had doubts about our future and whether he would be faithful but I didn’t have doubts about wanting him to make love to me at that very moment.