An undercover cop on the brink of an investigation with far-reaching consequences.
A woman escaping a troubled first marriage.
An encounter in a dangerous part of New York City.
Could be a recipe for trouble or the beginning of something good.
Whate...
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Jane
I shouldn't have kissed Bucky. Yeah, it was on the cheek, but I shouldn't have done it. What if he took it the wrong way? He promised this would be a platonic friendship then I had to go and blur the lines by hugging him and kissing him on the cheek. But damn, he smelled good and I liked how his body felt when I hugged him. It was a good day with him as well. He listened, helped build my bookcase, comforted me when I had a little breakdown then he bought me ice cream. My mother would say that's good boyfriend material and she'd be right.
I spent all week thinking about Bucky; while I was at work, when I was home, or when I was on the rooftop patio. I thought of his eyes, his hair, his lips, of unbuttoning his shirt and kissing his chest. I thought of doing more than that. As much as I tried not to, but it was no use. The thoughts kept invading my brain. Natasha could tell and she brought it up on one of our hangouts on the roof patio. I appreciated that she didn't say anything when Sam was around.
"I'm not surprised," she said, when I confirmed that I couldn't get Bucky out of my head. "He's an attractive man and has some very good qualities."
"I really don't need a relationship, right now," I said. "You know about me, don't you? Sam must have said something."
She nodded. "Without even knowing your ex I can guarantee that Bucky wouldn't treat you that way," she replied.
"He told me himself that he doesn't have the best track record," I noted.
A small smile crossed her face. "That's true but I don't think the problem was all him." She shifted so she was facing me. "He's ... simple. That's the best way of saying it. I think he's at that stage in his life where he really wants to settle down and just be with someone. He's not much into fancy clubs, or restaurants. He's a beer and hot dog guy, someone who wants to hang out, play with the dogs at the park, and watch movies on the couch on Friday nights. It wasn't enough for the women he dated before. They called him boring. He never looked at any other women while he was dating someone, never cheated on them, and when they needed him, he was there for them."
I sat back with a sigh. It sounded too perfect, as he was completely different than what John turned out to be. Sam appeared at the stairwell onto the patio and I looked at Natasha, not wanting to say anything about Bucky around him, knowing how close they were. We talked of other things instead. On the Thursday night Bucky phoned to say the blues club was out but asked if I wanted to go to a ball game instead. The Toronto Blue Jays were playing the Yankees.
"I figured you would want to see Canada's team playing," he said over the phone.
I should have said no but I said yes, and he sounded so happy. Steve and Peggy were going as well. The game started at 7 o'clock so he was picking me up at 5:30.
"Wear jeans and bring a sweater," he said. "Once the sun goes down it can get cool there."
Friday morning Peggy called in sick, or rather she called in to say their little boy was sick, so she was staying home. Bucky phoned before lunch.
