TUESDAY TALES - WORD PROMPT "BRIGHT"

 

Welcome! This week we have more of Robbie & Dale's story, though we are winding down. There will probably only be one or maybe two more episodes of this tale before it ends in a huge twist. You'll have to wait for the book to come out to find out what happens. But in the meantime, let's trot alongside Robbie & Dale during their courtship. Don't forget to visit the other authors and read their wonderful stories. Find them HERE

At the jewelry store

“Cold feet? Groom? Wait a minute…” Robbie sensed blood draining from his head. Lightheaded, he stumbled to a chair and fell in, almost knocking it over. “Groom,” he muttered.

“Of course. Of course. But if you’ve picked the right young lady, you won’t be backing out.”

“If. Yeah, if.” Robbie muttered, lowering his head between his knees.

“If she agrees,” Tuffer added. “Come on, Rob. It’s okay. You’ll be okay.”

“Do you need a glass of water?” The man asked, snatching the credit card off the counter and folding a firm grip around the ring box.

“Might be a good idea,” Tuffer said.

Robbie lay back against the chair and closed his eyes against the brilliant light from the spotlight in the ceiling. The room spun, so he opened them quickly.

“Come on, Robbie. You said you loved the girl. Think about sleeping with her every night.”

Robbie laughed. Leave it to Tuffer to come up with a practical way to jolt him out of his faint. “Yeah. Right.” He took a deep breath. 

“If you’re going to chicken out, do it now, before you break the young lady’s heart,” the man said, his voice cold.

Robbie straightened up. “No sir. Not going to chicken out. She’s the right girl. And marriage is the right way. Just got a little nervous. But I’m fine now. I’ll take the ring.”

“Good.” The man disappeared intp the back room and returned with the ring and Robbie’s credit card. “Here you go, sir. And I wish you good luck and many happy years together. I hope you’ll come back soon to choose your wedding bands.”

Robbie pocketed the small box and his card. “Thanks.”

“Can’t believe you actually did it,” Tuffer said. “Let’s celebrate. Dinner is on me.”

“Sorry. Can’t. Having dinner with Dale.”

“Going to propose tonight?” The two men strolled down the sidewalk to Robbie’s car.

“Maybe. I want to set the stage. You know. Go someplace special.”

“You worried she’s going to turn you down?”

“Maybe.” He started the motor.

“Okay. Then a drink at The Savage Beast?”

“Sure. Why not?” Robbie pulled out and did a u-turn heading for the bar. At the stoplight, he phoned Dale.

“I’m heading to The Beast with Tuffer. Can you meet me there and then we’ll go to dinner?”

“Sure,” she said. He ended the conversation and hit the gas pedal.

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 The Beast? Oh no. No, no, no. Dale had managed to keep Robbie away from that bar while they were dating. But now he was headed there. Trunk Mahoney was sure to be hanging out. Crap! She had to get there and warn Trunk not to mention the bet. In fact, she had to cancel the bet, if it wasn’t too late.

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