Don't Marry Your Contractor*

Chapter 11 - A Long Weekend Together (part 1)

Present Day:

Late one Wednesday night in March, Charlotte sent Justin a quick text.

//J, flew the last flight into Portland. Won't be home 'til tomorrow AM. C//

She was a bit surprised to get a response at this late hour.

//OK, how 'bout we have dinner at my place tomorrow night, I'll cook something special. Bring your toothbrush, just in case. J//

//okay C//

Charlotte arrived home just after 10 AM. The first thing she did was empty her bags in her luxurious laundry room if there could be such a thing. The next thing she did was take a long cool drink of water and go to sleep. She set her phone for 3 PM but knew that she would be lucky to sleep more than a couple of hours. Later that morning which was really early in the afternoon, Charlotte woke up and took stock of where she was. After a brief moment of confusion, the answer was in her own bed, in her own house and alone. She smiled to herself and was sure that she could remedy the latter situation in a most satisfactory manner in the near future.

Charlotte took care of doing her laundry while multitasking and paying a few online bills and the usual household chores required after a week away from home. At just after 5 PM she received a text from her boyfriend.

//C. Done for the day. Want me to come over and get you? J//

//Sounds good. I'm here, pick me up out back//

//Okay. See you in 10//

Justin drove his truck from the back alley to the parking area near Charlotte's detached garage and smiled as the tall dark-haired girl opened the back door. She was wearing tight jeans that made Justin's heart skip a beat and yet another one of her seemingly endless collection of squadron T-shirts. Her overnight bag was a US Air Force issue OD green helmet bag with pilots' wings and the name Janssen embroidered on the side. Charlotte opened the door to Justin's 4 x 4 truck and got in. She right away noticed that his truck was a much less cluttered office/tool storage/empty fast food container storage area than it had been when he was just her contractor and not her boyfriend. She leaned over and gave him a passionate kiss. "Been looking forward to that all week."

Justin smiled. "Yeah, me too. The days away from you suck, but the reunions are always worth the wait."

Charlotte rolled her eyes. "Good line Mister, keep going like that and you might even get lucky tonight."

As they drove the slightly more than 2 miles to Justin's old house he asked. "Good week babe? You were gone a couple extra days this time."

Charlotte put her hands on his thigh and thought to herself how much she loved it when he called her babe. "Yeah, sorry about that. I thought I was done for the week and then one of the senior Co's called in sick, so I ended up taking the Anchorage to L.A. and back. That one is an overnighter and then I got stuck in Portland last night. Just so you know, the money for those longer trips is really good. I do have a new house to pay for you know."

A few minutes later, they walked into the kitchen of his old house and Charlotte kissed Justin again and squeezed him tight. She whispered in his ear. "Miss me?"

Justin returned the kiss with one of his own. "Like you cannot believe. I'd take you down to the bedroom and prove it to you, but I'm betting that you are hungry..."

Charlotte rolled her eyes. "Guilty as charged. But don't worry, we have all night and all weekend. I plan to tire you out to the best of my ability. So, speaking of food..."

Justin laughed. "You women are all the same. Just food and sex."

Charlotte laughed at the inside joke. Justin turned around and removed a covered tray from the fridge. "There's sourdough from Zepole, and olive oil with black pepper, cheese and some of those salted cashews you like. May I also pour you a glass of wine?"