The first half of this story sets the stage for the sparks in the second half. Please provide feedback, which I'll read and incorporate into Part 2.
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Mary looked at her watch. Eleven miles in two hours. A good run that would have been a great run if she hadn't dropped off during the last two miles. Her new shoes helped a lot, but her legs still felt like jello. Mary often heard she looked young, but after a long run like this, she felt old.
She had a message on her phone from Liam, offering moral support. During the past few months, Liam had been an unexpected, but much needed lifeline. Unexpected, because she they had only seen him a few times during the past few years with their mutual friend Aimy. Welcome, because the past few months had been difficult with the new job, the move and all the conflict that caused with her ex. When Liam heard, he offered to help her move and provided encouragement.
Mary put on her lipstick and fixed her hair before stepping out of the car and snapping a picture. Liam wanted proof of her run, but she sent a selfie, hoping for compliments. Since moving out here, her steady stream of compliments from strangers had dried up. All that remained were some authentic and very supportive comments from Liam.
You did it?
I did. 11 miles.
Congratulations. I knew you could! You deserve a carrot.
Another poem?
IDK. We'll see.
Is that picture from after the run?
Yep.
11 miles and you look like that? Your phone must be buzzing with offers.
But her phone wasn't buzzing with offers. She hadn't met anyone in the past year. Living out here was tough and there wasn't anyone from her previous life. At least, nobody that she was interested in.
Liam had sent her another text while she was driving home. Why did Liam want her address? He and Aimy had been to her old place several times, but now Mary lived two hours away. Was he going to mail something? She typed in the address with a question mark, but he didn't respond. Oh well. Liam probably had a busy day doing whatever he did on Saturdays.
What did he do? Was he dating anyone?
An hour later the doorbell rang. The children were two states away with their Dad and Mary was still relaxing in her tub. Normally she would ignore it, but this was the first time her doorbell had rung in the new place. Mary was curious, especially given Liam's last text. Had he delivered something or was it a neighbor? Fearing the person would be gone before she finished getting dressed, Mary wrapped a towel around herself and peeked out the window.
Liam was on the stoop, looking just like he had a year ago.
Why was HE here? Did he seriously drive two hours to see me?
She sent another text.
You came all the way out here
I did
Ummm...I'm not dressed, yet
No problem
HaHa. You're naughty
Unfortunately, Liam didn't appear to have a naughty bone in his body. He was too polite. His texts had never been flirtatious until today. A few weeks ago, her friend Aimy implied Liam wasn't as innocent as Mary believed.
"I'm glad he's been a good friend to you these past few months, but I would like to warn you, Mary. Liam is not some sweet little lamb."
"What do you mean."
"A girl doesn't kiss and tell."
"Wait, you dated each other. Why didn't you tell me?"
"You didn't ask, and it didn't seem relevant. Wait...are you interested in him?"
"No. We're just friends. Should I keep my distance."
"He's a good guy. Just be aware that underneath that Mr. Nice Guy personality is a wild tiger."
It was impolite to leave Liam waiting outside in the cold while she changed, so Mary threw on her white bathrobe and walked downstairs. Liam's dark hair and sparkling blue eyes brought a smile to her face. Then the anxiety kicked in.
I don't have my face on, and my blond hair must be a mess. Wait. Why am I thinking this way? We're just friends. He won't care what I look like.
"What are you doing here?"
"A prize for your great run, as promised." He brought his hand from around his back, revealing a long, bright orange carrot.
She laughed. He was always offering a reward her longer runs.
"How are you feeling?"
"My feet hurt and my right leg is numb, but I guess this is what happens to old people."
"Well, from my angle, you don't look old." His blue eyes swept across her. "Not one bit. "He hung up his coat. "As for feeling old..." He pointed to the couch. "...we're going to patch you up."
"umm..." Mary wasn't a prude, but all she had on was a flimsy bathrobe held together by one tie. "that's very nice of you, Liam, but let me change first."
"Nope. Massages should be applied directly on your skin, not through socks and pants." He sat down on the couch. "Let's go. Feet on my lap."
Normally she would politely laugh off the gesture, but Liam seemed sincere, as though he really cared about her.
"Do you want me on my back or front, Liam?"
He looked at her and ran his hand through his thick brown hair as a thought formed in his mind. He smirked, but didn't share.
"Front. I want to see you while I'm working your body."
"Okay, but no peeking."