Beau planted himself on his terrace preparing to enjoy the late afternoon sun. Closing his eyes, he listened to the horses neighing from the vicinity of the stables. How he missed riding, missed the wind whipping against his face, the feeling of exhilaration when his horse cantered. The fragrance of an unidentifiable flower floated in on the breeze, titillating his nostrils, that along with Towanda’s delicious cooking. Beau suddenly realized that he was hungry. He’d sworn off snacks since too much lounging around had already caused him to put on weight. To distract himself, he grabbed his cell phone, and deftly punched in some numbers, then abruptly changed his mind. Depressing the power button, he closed his eyes and decided not to give in to curiosity. Shayna should be the one calling to thank him for the flowers. Beau had come to the conclusion that although she’d omitted telling him about her brother it was hardly a crime. He could get over her deception if that’s what it was.
