I love dialogue and I love
first meetings. This scene has both. Quinn Hamilton is a park ranger.
She's new on the job and just learning her way around. At the end of
the week, she's sent on her first solo call. Something's wrong down
near parking lot 5, but no one tells her what.
Seeing nothing untoward when
I got there, I walked to the stout metal pipe barring the way. It was
locked in place and I realized I had no key. I stood there trying to
figure out what to do when someone spoke. It was then I noticed I
wasn't alone. A man about my age stood partially hidden in the
bushes, shirtless. He was the best built man I'd ever seen up close.
He had the physique of a male model.
"Hi," he said,
shuffling his feet shyly.
"Hi. I'm. . . ."
For a moment I forgot my own name. I've seen shirtless men before.
This shouldn't have taken me so much by surprise, but I was shocked
speechless.
"Quinn—Hamilton. . .
. Park Ranger. . . ."
"I thought all the
rangers were men?" He shifted uneasily, ducking his head shyly
as he combed his fingers through his walnut brown hair.
"I'm new, just started
Monday. How can I help you?" I stepped forward expectantly.
The young man retreated
further into the brush, wincing. "Uh. . . . could you get one of
the men?"
"I assure you, I'm
fully trained to handle any situation." I made to duck under the
barricade.
"No! Don't!" he
bellowed.
I stopped halfway under,
puzzled. "Why not? Oh, I guess I should wait for you to unlock
this." I stepped back, but he didn't move. "Well?"
"I'm naked," he
blurted.
"What?" I
shrieked. "Naked? Oh, my God!"
"This is a nudist
colony. Didn't they tell you?"
I backed rapidly away,
tripping over something behind me. Screaming, I fell in a heap,
landing on my ass.
The young man leaped over
the barricade and I saw he was indeed naked. And how! His entire body
was a golden brown, his blond body hair catching the sun like
burnished bronze. He landed beside me, strong hands checking to make
sure I wasn't injured. Suddenly, he stopped, one hand on my left
breast, the other on my ass.
"Oh, shit," he
muttered. "Oh, shit!"
He scurried away, ducking
under the barricade. The last I saw of him, he was a blur running through the
brush in the opposite direction.
(Quinn takes care of the
issue, with the help of another ranger, and prepares to leave.)
When we got back to the
mule, the young man was waiting there, fully clothed in T-shirt, shorts and flipflops. Paul hopped in and took the raccoon back
to the station. I lingered, feeling I needed to apologize. He spoke
first.
"Sorry about all that."
He made vague gestures toward the gate.
I know I blushed. I could
still feel the touch of his hands on my body. It tingled invitingly.
"The guys set us up,"
I explained. "Don't know which of us it embarrassed more."
He closed one eye, biting
his lower lip, hands shoved in the pockets of his shorts. "Well,
I was naked. . . ."
"Good point. I'm Quinn
Hamilton." I stepped forward, hand extended.
"Nice to meet you, now
that I'm dressed. Dmitri Kolchesky-Bazan."
"That's quite a
mouthful." I nearly choked on my words. The innuendos and
double entendres that conjured up didn't bear thinking about. My turn
to be horribly embarrassed.
Dmitri laughed. "Yes,
well. I usually use only Bazan. Does that help?"
"Could have said that
ten seconds ago."
"I could have," he
admitted with a smirk. "I'd better get back. I just wanted you
to know I'm not some kind of pervert and I do own clothing."
"I knew you weren't,"
I admitted. "You were even more upset by that episode than I
was. It was mean of the guys to do that."
He shrugged. "On some
level, I probably deserved it. I've done my share of practical
jokes."
"Cool! Then you can
help me plot my revenge."
"Over dinner? In a
restaurant—fully clothed." He held out a hand, invitingly
gesturing between us.
"I'd like that."
"Tonight?"
"Where and when?"
"How about the Cantina.
Seven? I can meet you there."
"Sure. See you."
"No surprises, right? I
mean, you've all ready seen me naked." Laughing, he vaulted over
the gate leaving me alone once more.
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