They drove back to Maplewood and pulled into one of the nicer restaurants and one of its top date places. “Now this was Harry’s idea,” Trent told Mel as they got out of the car.
“I figured. He loves this place,” she replied.
Trent tossed his keys on the coffee table. His fake date with Mel kept running through his head. It was to the point he found it difficult to concentrate on work. Shaking his head, Trent poured himself a coffee when someone knocked on his door. Opening the door he wasn’t all surprised to see Harry standing on his porch. “Hey, Trentie,” Harry said and walked past Trent into the house. “So how did it go?”
As the week passed, Trent had to admit he was getting excited about his date with Mel. He couldn’t stop wondering what she had planned. He’d tried to pry the information out of her, but she wouldn’t even give him so much as a hint. The woman’s lips were sealed tighter than Fort Knox. Finally, Friday, she told him to be ready by ten in the morning. Again, Trent tried to find out what she had planned, but Mel just repeated what she said, “Be ready by ten.”
Trent continued to read over the papers, still surprised Mel allowed him to read them.-
“Hello, Mother? Is that all you have to say after what you’ve done?” Trent’s mother complained and he almost said something that he knew he’d regret…eventually.“Yes that’s all I have to say,” he said instead, lacing his voice
Trent leaned against the kitchen counter with his arms crossed against his chest, in a brooding manner. His mother and Mel were sitting in the living room chatting their head off like two long-lost friends. He couldn’t figure out what the hell had happened. Suddenly Mel walked into the kitchen with their dishes. “Your mother left for her hotel. She says she plans on being around for a week but I bet she’ll be gone before then,” she told him.
Trent wiped the sweat from his brow. He was clearing away ivy from some of the windows. He did love the look and personality that it gave the house but the plant had completely covered the windows to where they let in little to no light. He didn’t think it would be too hard to get rid of the extra vines but they were proving rather resilient. Well on the good side it was distracting him from the kiss. He couldn’t stop thinking about it or Mel.
Nickie paced the rundown dump of a hotel room with angry stomps. She couldn’t believe that…that stupid country hick manipulated Trent’s mother like that! After all, Nickie’s hard work, winning over that old bat, convincing her Nickie was the best option for her son! All of it was thrown to the wind in less time than it took Nickie to her nails! All because of that stupid girl!
As their date grew closer, Trent got more and more excited. He had to do something that would top the skating rink. This time he wanted to do something more personal, like what she had done by taking him to the fishing spot. Only he wasn’t sure yet what he wanted to do. Trent pulled his shirt over his head and plodded downstairs in search of much-needed coffee. Once he had the steaming cup of Joe, Trent went to sit down on the couch, hoping to enjoy a few minutes of solace, but a hurried banging on the door stopped him just as he was about to sit. He swore silently and went to answer the door. His hand was just about on the knob when it flew open