Chapter 3
Monday, April 4th KurtI watched her walk away from me with her hips swinging and the tiny denim skirt she wore bouncing with each step. Her cowboy boots stomped on the pavement as she made her way up Main Street and around the end of the block. Sighing, I ran my fingers through my hair. The current Lindsay was no match for the Lindsay I remembered when she was a teenager. All the feelings I felt toward her then roared back and hit me like a charging bull. Grasping the handle to the door of the café, I braced myself to hide the feelings as best as I could.
The bell rang again as I entered the café. All the seats at the long bar were taken. The large hand on the clock on the back wall moved past the six making it a hair after 12:30 PM. Scanning the booths, they were full of coupl
