Love Knows No Age [Elvis]

Chapter 10 - Can't Fight It Anymore

I never saw Elvis on Monday. He was gone before I got up and came back after I went to bed. I hadn't seen him since we talked at the top of the stairs Sunday morning and agreed on just friendship—something I didn't really want to do but had to be done. The clock just ticked to 7am Tuesday morning. I was itching to know what he thought about the notes I gave to him.

Those blueberry muffins filled the air in the kitchen with their scent. The moment I set them on top of the stove, over the burners, Elvis stepped into the kitchen, sniffer high in the air. I had to chuckle at that since it was so adorable. He wore a white dress shirt and black slacks. Bland, but oh so dashing on him, especially since both fit his tall, lean form really well.

"Long time no see, stranger," I said to him, and he brought his head down. A smirk grazed those incredible lips. Again, it was irritating how handsome he was.

"Yeah, no kiddin'. Smells delightful in here. I knew it was those muffins."

"You were right." I popped out the muffins onto a plate and set them nicely. There were twelve of them. As I finished, I noticed Elvis staring at me with that look. I met gazes with him.

"Sorry," he said. "I just missed ya, that's all."

He far more than just missed me. "I missed you, too." He grinned, and I knew what that meant—it was another hint of my feelings for him. I had to change the subject. "So, did you like the notes?"

That smile remained, and he pulled out something from his back pocket and held it out to me. It was my little black notebook. "Thank you so much for this. I read it all the other night after I came home."

I took it, my eyes wide with surprise. "You read it all that night? You must've been up for hours after you came home."

"I went to bed 'round midnight. I couldn't put it down. It did for me just as it did for you—gave me peace, and it made my heart feel light. It was also really wonderful to read what touched your heart and made ya feel closer to God."

I nodded, remembering some of the things I wrote in there. "Well, the notes I wrote on Sunday were more a summation."

"Still, it was great to read."

"I'm really glad, Elvis. We'll keep on doing this, then. I'll write notes for you every Sunday and keep it in its own notebook."

"Hey, you don't have ta do that. It would be an inconvenience."

"But I want to."

"How 'bout you just write your notes like normal in that notebook there, and I can read it all later?"

I really had no idea why I never thought about doing this for him before. "Okay, let's do that."

He nodded, and we stood there, staring at each other, smiles on our faces, and much like two people who like each other would stare at each other. Heat started to rise up my neck.

"Good morning!"

We jumped out of our trance as Vernon came into the room. "Good mornin', Daddy," Elvis said, and right as I was about to greet Vernon, we heard the front door open, as well as the Colonel shouting:

"Elvis, you around here somewhere?!"

"In the kitchen!" Elvis shouted back, and the Colonel came in, clad in a gray suit and matching fedora. He was holding a newspaper.

"Good mornin', Colonel," Elvis said. It was amazing how we thought nothing of the Colonel just waltzing on into the house without knocking.

"Let's skip the pleasantries and get to business here," he snapped, and I suddenly realized this was serious. We all did. He gave Elvis the paper. "There's a couple things in here that we all should look at. First, take a look at this."