Chapter Three

“Good Morning, sleepy head.” Brad voice interrupted her lovely sweet dream. “Breakfast is ready.” He said.

Sidney moaned and rolled over, facing him. The top she wore rode up her belly, and her creamy skin was on display.

She looked so different while sleeping, and it made her look so innocent. She moved, and her hand moved from her chest. He could see her nipple through her top, and her thighs were on display. 

Brad gritted his teeth against the impulses traveling up his body. He would like nothing better than to stretch beside her, and pull her into his arms, and make love to her. 

He wished he was her man, he would love to be the man of this sweet, delicate, and strong woman. He could ask her if she had a boyfriend.

“No.” he muttered, and shook his head.

He gently nudged her shoulder and prayed that she woke up, because seeing her like this made him as hard as rock.

“Sidney?” he tried again.

“What do you want?” she asked, her eyes still shut.

“Sweetheart, I have breakfast ready.”

Her eyes popped open. “What are you doing in here?” she jerked the sheet up her body, and her cheeks became hot from embarrassment.

She wondered if it was her imagination, or he had just called her sweetheart. 

“Huh, thanks. I’ll join you in a few minutes.” 

He nodded, and turned to leave. Sidney watched as he left the room, with her mouth open, in surprise. That was care, right?

She shrugged, and stood up. She had her bath as quickly as she could, and dressed up on a faded ripped at the knee jeans and a blue silk blouse, that looked almost the color of her eyes.

Within a minute, she was ready and she was in the kitchen.

Breakfast was egg benedict with bacon and coffee. She stared at the food with a frown. It looked good and even smelled nice, but she had never had eggs benedict before so she wouldn’t know if it would taste good. 

Brad leaned closer, until his shoulder pressed against hers. “It’s good, I promise.”

She picked up her fork, and speared a small bit and held it to her mouth slowly. 

For a few minutes, she chewed slowly, and the taste of the eggs and bacon spread in her mouth. Brad was right! It tasted great. 

As usual, they ate in silence, and after the meal, they did the dishes together.

They sat on the front porch, waiting for the mechanic company he had called to arrive, while he tend to some emails on his laptop and she continued her Nora Roberts' book. 

Soon, a truck came into view, and turned into the driveway. 

They both stood up, and went towards them. They watched as two men got down from the truck. One of them was a short older man, while the other was a tall younger man with a funny looking mustache and beard.

“Good morning.” The younger man said with a smile. His teeth were brown and scattered. “We saw your car, it’s in a real mess.” 

“Uh…yes.” Brad grinned. “I know that, sir.”

“You’ll follow us back to the car and stay with us ‘til we finish up.” The older man said.

With a glance towards Sidney, Brad moved closer to her and whispered something against her ear. 

She smiled and nodded. “Right.” 

He made his gateway. He smiled as he followed them into the truck. 

About three hours later, Sidney looked beyond him as he stepped on to her front porch that afternoon.

“Brad?” she called out.

Before he could say a word, she gasped. “What a gorgeous car. Is it yours?” she rushed out to the driveway. “A’ 55 Thunderbird, right? I love the black. A car to die for, isn’t it?” There was a glint in her eyes as she appraised the car.

“Um…yes.” Brad grinned and leaned against the porch, as he watched her circled his car.

He stared at the woman he had only met two days ago, and something twitched inside him.

Brad was amazed at how he felt about her, because she wasn’t his type at all. She was a pretty woman no doubt, but the usual women he dated were models and actresses who had slim figures and petite frame. 

He watched her eyes glow as she took every part of his car in. He thought of giving her a ride around the woods, so he pulled the keys out of his pocket. “If seeing the car make you this happy, then we should go for a ride. 

For a second, her face brightened, but then it was written all over his face that he was tired, and she didn’t want to discomfort him. “No, thanks. Another time, maybe.” she shrugged, knowing the chances if that happening were slim to none  and walked towards him. 

“Sure. Maybe in Queensbury.” He said, as if he was sure he would see her again.

“I'll just go change into my clothes and grab my stuff, and be on my way.” 

Sidney nodded, and stepped aside for him to enter. He came back out ten minutes later.

He hugged her, and said. “Goodbye, Sidney. And, thank you for saving my life.” 

“Its fine, Brad. It was nice meeting you.” she replied. She watched him got into the car and drove off. 

In the next hour, he was in the traffic on the expressway as he headed into town. His mind was on the two days he spent at Sidney’s. He had never had that much fun with anyone in his life, and everything seemed like a dream to him.

Well, he was in the real world now, and he needed to clear his memory of those two days.

He pulled into his parking space and turned off the ignition, and hopped out of the car. 

His house was a story building painted in white, and stood in the middle of his large compound. 

He started to haul his bag out of the car. 

“Welcome, Mr. Humphrey.” Hannah, his house keeper said as she collected the bag from him. 

“Thanks Han. There’s more in the back.” 

Home sweet home. The inside of the house was exactly the way he had left it, or even better. He inspected the living room, the library, and then his office.

The kitchen was clean and the glass that covered the back side was shining. Hannah had done a good job while he was away. 

He walked back to the sitting room, and sat down on the longest couch. He was so tired but he just couldn’t make himself climb the stairs to his room, at least, not for now.

"Mr. Humphrey, would you like for me to prepare your food now?" Hannah asked.

"No. Not for now, I need to rest a bit." He answered. He laid down his back against the couch, as Sidney slipped into his mind, again.

He couldn’t deny the fact that she had been on her mind since he left Bradford. 

There was something about her that he just couldn’t wrap his hand around. She was different from all the other women he had met recently. There was something he felt whenever he was with her that he hadn’t felt for years. Sidney was brave and strong, he didn’t realize that women could be that strong.

All the women he had been meeting for the past few years always acted like they were some damsel in distress that needed a prince charming to save them when all they wanted was his money. 

She saved his life, and he would be forever grateful for that.

Bradley smiled!

He recalled his near death experience, and how he had cooked her breakfast as an offering for her help, how she had tortured him even in her sleep.

Sidney was one strange woman, though.

He had called her sweetheart, and she had acted like no one had ever called her that before, as if she didn't belief her ears. She was so beautiful, and she didn’t even know it. 

He sighed and closed his eyes. 

He realized he was doing what he had avoided all his life. 

He was falling in love. 

And he was falling for a woman he wasn't sure he would meet again.