Callista stood at the bottom of the stairs, following his progress with her eyes. Her mother came up to her, nudging her in the ribs.
“Is he hot or what?” she whispered. “We lucked out on the cable guy!”
“Shh, Mom! He might hear you. You know what the acoustics are like in this place!”
“So what,” her mother said a little more loudly. “A man like that knows he’s good looking. Do you think those muscles happened by accident? Carefully calculated eye candy, my dear. That man has spent hours and hours lifting weights, doing sit ups, running—sweating—” She fanned herself.
“Mother, jeez! Don’t make me get the hose.” Callista looked up the stairs, although she couldn’t see Jet from where she stood. “He is hot, though. Wow.”
“Ask him to dinner,” her mother whispered.
“I’m not going to ask some man I hardly know to go to dinner.”
“Why not? Now’s your chance. He’s nice looking, intelligent, has a steady job. You’re pretty, intelligent and need a good man.”
“He’s probably seeing someone.”
“You won’t know if you don’t ask.”
“Okay.” Her mother flounced off, heading for the kitchen.
© 2017 Dellani Oakes