Chapter 9

“I was fine, Dad,” he said, voice low.

“Ah, I know, kid, but why not let me impress the lady here with my prowess over an open flame?” He looked back at The Widow and winked.

She laughed lightly, then immediately tried to help Leo, who was still rubbing his knee.

“You want me to get you some ice?” she asked, a kind smile on her commonly pretty face.

“No, thanks,” Leo answered, but pressed his bottle of beer against his leg at the thought of the ice pack. She wasn’t bad looking. She had kept her looks but they weren’t anything special, common was the perfect way to describe her. Leo’s mother had been ethereally beautiful, as if she wasn’t here, but visiting from some other realm. His father often called her his “beautiful creature,” and now, looking at the widow, Leo wondered how one could fall for common after extraordinary.

You keep practicing that technique.