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Taking Chances, by E. L. Van Hine and L.H. Nicoll
mariez:
--- Quote from: MaineWriter on January 21, 2007, 02:38:00 pm ---Ha, ha, from chapter 50, the anticipation of Alma, Jr.'s visit is more than Ennis can cope with!
“I thought I was the one who was supposed ta pass out,” Ellery smirked.
--- End quote ---
More than Ennis can cope with is right! One of my very favorite lines - no wonder I loved this chapter so much - aside from "seriously hawt stuff!" LOL!!
Thanks - Marie
MaineWriter:
I am a little ahead for the re-readers, but tomorrow is going to be busy so...
chapters 51-55
http://louisev.livejournal.com/63820.html
Chapter 51 is great. Ellery and Junior meet for the first time. We get exchanges like this:
"Do ya think I look okay?"
"You don't want ta know what I think a how you look or you'll get all feisty."
"Heh, ain't that the truth, now let me look at you."
"What a ya got ta look at me fer, I'm not gonna have my balls hangin out a my shorts when she shows up. I'm gonna shower first."
"I mean, did I leave any marks on ya we got ta cover up now?"
"I don't expect ta be takin my shirt off ta show er my coyote bite Ennis."
He blushed hotly. "You had better not."
"Ya know that is what is so cute an so scary about you Ennis. Yer a bundle a contradictions."
"If you had a daughter you would not want her lookin at where you been nibblin on yer loved one durin intimate moments."
"Yep, well aside from it might imply I had ta stick my cock in a woman an that thought had not occurred ta me for a good twenty years or more."
and this:
"That too, don't be such a fuckin psychologist okay Ellery?"
Ellery grinned. "You could use a drink."
"I don't want er ta smell it on me."
"C'mon yer a grown man."
"Alma used ta complain about how much I hung out in bars an drank, I don't want er ta think that is what I do now, or carry tales back."
"Okay, whatever you say. But if you do much more a this second-guessin I am gonna need a drink so be forewarned."
and then they meet...
“Hey Daddy,” came the uncertain voice, that same faint smile reflected in Alma Junior’s eyes, and the breath went out of her as Ennis’s arms came around her and lifted her onto tiptoe as he hugged her.
“Oh darlin!” he said softly, kissing her hair and twirling her half around, pulling her through the doorway and then setting her down. She was blushing, her color high... and Ellery, standing in the kitchen doorway now, to give them room, smiled widely. To him, the resemblance, both appearance and behaviorwise, was unmistakable. A young, female form of Ennis, blushing in his living room.
“Hey Daddy I guess yer glad ta see me!” she said, voice hushed and embarrassed.
“You bet. Uh, Alma Junior, this here is... Ellery Cantrell.”
Junior’s eyes came up as she regarded the man in black denim lounging in the doorway, hair pulled back from his lean face, wearing a proud smile, and her blush deepened. “Oh my,” she said, putting a hand over her mouth and closing her eyes, then glanced nervously back up at Ennis.
“Nice ta meet ya, Junior, I am real pleased ya decided ta come down, you are a course always welcome,” Ellery said, stepping cautiously closer and holding out a hand.
Ennis nudged her. “Be polite darlin,” he murmured, and she took Ellery’s hand, shaking it delicately.
“Thank you kindly,” she said, but that blush did not abate, and she looked up at Ellery once more before lowering her eyes.
Ellery let her hand go, concerned. “Uh... everythin okay? I got a pimple or somethin?”
“I’m sorry,” she said breathlessly. “I’m ... it’s jest... “ she glanced at Ennis once more. “Yer real handsome is all.”
L
MaineWriter:
Getting to know you.....LOL
“Well that’s cause yer Daddy does all the housework an I can’t stop em,” Ellery said, and Ennis peered out of the kitchen.
“I do not, that’s a damn lie,” he said, bringing out the pitcher of lemonade and a stack of glasses. “We’re gonna have tacos tonight darlin I hope that’s okay,”
“Sure,” Ellery replied, a wide grin on his face, and Junior blinked rapidly.
“I was talkin ta my little darlin, an I only got two a those,” Ennis said, leaning over and kissing Junior on the top of the head, then sat down on the sofa next to her.
“Silly me,” Ellery said, unrepentant. Ennis gave him a quick warning look.
“Here, drink some, you were in that hot car all this time, ya want ta change? Ya bring any change a clothes?” He poured a glass of lemonade for her and pushed it into her hand.
“Yes Daddy, don’t make a fuss now I’m fine. I stopped every hour at the rest area an had an ice coffee, you do fuss!” she said, blushing once more. Just like her Daddy, Ellery marveled, how could two people turn out so much alike?
“Don’t want my little girl ta get dehydrated.”
“Daddy I’m twenty in September!”
“September?” Ellery said. “What day?”
“Nineteeth.”
“Well ain’t that a coincidence,” Ellery said. “We were born the same day. Well, not the same year, I wish I was that age again.”
Junior set her glass down. “Really? You ain’t jest sayin that.”
Ennis blinked. “I didn’t know ya had a birthday comin up.”
Ellery nodded. “Yeah well, didn’t seem important ta bring up if it wasn’t a week from now ya know?”
L
MaineWriter:
Chapter 52:
Junior raised her eyes then, her reticence slowly wearing off as she glanced shyly over at the man lounging in the recliner, watching her quietly, and that smile flickered once more. Ennis was struck by the look on her face, remembering how much it had irked him how women responded to Ellery wherever he went... it was no less true with Junior now.
“So... is it true... that yer in ... love with my Daddy?” she said, voice not challenging, but cautiously curious, as if not quite believing in the man sitting in the chair.
“Yep, it sure is. I care about him a whole lot, Alma, more than anythin else in the world.”
Ennis looked quietly stunned, and froze, his own hand sweating on his glass.
“Well. Then... I guess that is what’s important,” she announced quietly. “I am glad he got someone ta love em so much... like that.”
“I am glad ta have em with me, Alma an I appreciate yer sharin em,” Ellery said with a mischievious twinkle in his eye.
“Well... I guess...” her voice dropped, “it ain’t fair keepin em to myself.”
Ennis set his glass down, gulping hard, his eyes shiny with unshed tears. “Darlin, I know this ain’t easy fer you...”
She shook her head, long hair shivering around her shoulders, “it sure ain’t Daddy... I can’t say Francine is all that wild about it, neither but it ain’t like yer tryin ta make anyone unhappy... just tryin ta make yerself happy... an god knows ya been plenty unhappy.”
“Aw, Junior, those times are over, I got a good job an a real good boss, an... well... ya know the rest I guess. Hey, I put up a water feeder for the humminbirds out back, want ta see ?”
L
MaineWriter:
More from 52:
Alma glanced back toward the house. “Er... Daddy.... how old is he?”
“Uh, he’s, I think he’s gonna be 39 if his birthday is comin up, a little youngern me.”
“Daddy that can’t be, he looks... well he looks way too young for you ta be hangin around with!” she said in a hushed voice.
Ennis stared at her. “No, he ain’t. He just ain’t... he don’t show it.”
She gave him a skeptical look. “He looks real young, are you sure you ain’t robbin the cradle Daddy?”
Ennis put a hand over his eyes. “Alma in all my born days I never thought I would hear you say that ta me.”
She put her hands on her hips. “You tellin me the truth?”
“I am tellin ya the truth, when ya get em alone you can have em show you his license.” He started laughing.
“What are you laughin at Daddy?”
“Robbin the cradle. He just got a promotion, he’s the chief deputy a Laramie ya know, he ain’t no spring chicken.”
“Well all right then,” she said, frowning slightly. “He just seems way too ... handsome... ta be nearly forty.”
“Huh, are you sayin I ain’t handsome no more?”
“No Daddy, it’s just.. .well, yer my Daddy. I don’t think a you that way.”
“Well ya better not think a him that way either darlin cause ... cause that’s my man. Ya wouldn’t want me giving Curt the up an down would ya?”
“Hell no!” she blushed hotly.
“All right then.”
“Oh Daddy yer just teasin me.”
“Yeah. Curt ain’t my type by a long ways.”
L
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