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Date Posted: 16:25:01 02/13/11 Sun
Author: celtgirl ()
Subject: Inside. This is one of those pieces that I don't think will wind up in the finished book, but I thought it was good enough to share, nevertheless. >>>>
In reply to: celtgirl 's message, "In honour of Valentine's Day I thought I'd post something romantic in tone- sorta. :)" on 16:00:52 02/13/11 Sun

copyright 2011 Cindy Brandner

Most of the serious conversations he had with his father had been held in the tiny garage where his da’ fixed cars on the side. Brian Riordan had a way with machinery and could fix anything from a toaster to a luxury car. Casey loved to sit and watch him, as his father had always lost himself in the process. He claimed that he did his best thinking while under the hood of a car. Much of Casey’s own guidebook on life- its pleasures and pitfalls, came from those days spent in the cramped wee garage. To this day, the smell of engine oil could sweep him with nostalgia.

He had been subjected to a good many lectures in that garage as well. Especially when he had moved past the gawkiness of his early teens, and begun to fill out and acquire the finish of young manhood.

His father had broached this subject with his usual forthrightness.

“There’s certain responsibilities that come with the way ye look boyo, an’ that’s a fact whether ye like it or no. Now make yerself useful an’ pass me the wrench,” Brian said, rustling amongst the guts of the rusted out engine. Casey passed the wrench over into his father’s hand.

“Isn’t the way I look more your responsibility than ‘tis mine?”

Brian laughed. “Ye’ve a point lad, but the truth is, I’ll not be there when the lassies are throwin’ themselves at ye like rice at a weddin’ an’ though ye didn’t ask for yer face an’ form an’ whatever it is the girls are scentin’ every time ye enter a room- still if they can’t keep their heads around ye, it’s up to you to see that you do. I’m not ready for grandchildren just yet, so I’d as soon ye kept yer pants zipped an’ yer morals in order.” Then he looked out from under the hood, hands smeared with oil and sighed. “But bein’ that the older ones are startin’ to give ye the eye, I think that’s a bit of a vain hope on my part, isn’t it?”

Casey began to protest, but Brian merely raised a dark brow at him. “Don’t shake yer head at me boyo- I’ve seen them eyein’ ye up at church even. The married ones too.”

It seemed to Casey that there was such a thing as a father who was a wee bit too good at his job.

“An’ why should I have to worry about that quite so much?” Casey asked, slightly indignant. After all he didn’t see how even older women, who ought to know better, were his responsibility.

“Because one day laddie, yer goin’ to fall mad in love with some girl, an’ realize she’s the one ye want to spend yer life with, an’ ye don’t want to be bringin’ her such a history of other women, as to give her pause- d’ye understand what I’m sayin’? Just as ye’d not want any woman ye married yerself to be too experienced in certain areas- an’ before ye say anything, I’ll be the first to acknowledge that there’s a terrible double standard that exists where men, women an’ sex are concerned, but it’s not fair at all. That girl that ye someday fall in love an’ stay in love with, will be hurt, if ye’ve too many women in yer past.”

“I am never gettin’ married, I don’t believe there’s one woman out there for me,” he had said stubbornly.

Brian had looked over at him with great fondness. “Oh, yes there is boy, I know ye can’t see it, but I’m yer daddy, an’ there’s certain things I know to be true, an’ one of them is that yer meant to love a woman deeply someday. Ye won’t know it yerself until ye see her, but I guarantee that ye will know it then, before even a word is spoken between the two of ye.”

“An’ what if she doesn’t love me, what am I meant to do then?” Casey retorted, angry somehow at the thought of this mythical woman to whom he was apparently already tied.

Brian shook his head. “Oh she will, she’ll recognize you just as you do her.”

“Damn man was right- always bloody was, much to my annoyance. But, of course, I didn’t listen the way I ought to have, an’ once ye’ve started havin’ sex as a young man, it seems a terrible shame to not just keep on with it. Not that I was entirely without morals, but I played it pretty fast there for many years. And then,” he smiled and brushed a curl away from her eyelashes, “I met you. Christ, I was terrified for a bit that ye’d find out all I’d done an’ been, an’ that ye might see me as spoiled somehow.”

“I don’t suppose I thought too much about it at the time. I was a little addled by you, man, and well you knew it.”

“Aye, well thank God for that, because otherwise I’d still be knockin’ on yer door, waitin’ to be let in like some abandoned dog. I’d not a wit to save myself with after I met ye, Jewel- I really thought I might go mad, if ye gave me the cold shoulder. I tell ye, had my da’ been around to see it, he’d have been laughin’ to himself the whole time, while tryin’ to be sympathetic to my face. An’ he’d have known right from the start, that I was a goner for life. I swear I heard his voice in my head the day I met ye, sayin’ ‘ah now, laddie, there’s something more like it.’

“Your da’ was right about me recognizing you from the start,” she said, smoothing her hand over his jawline, and admiring the glint of her wedding band against his dark stubble.

Casey quirked a brow at her. “Did ye? It was a wee bit hard to tell there for a bit.”

“I did- only I didn’t know it right away. I was terribly attracted to you from the minute we met though, had extremely erotic dreams about you night after night.”

“Did ye then? Well, ye’ll have to tell me about them- in detail mind, leavin’ nothin’ out.” He rolled her over, so that he was on top of her, and grinned lecherously. “Mayhap ye could start now.”

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