An Old Fashioned Romance

From The Time of Aspen Falls by Marcia Lynn McClure

He wanted to laugh—he wanted to roar!  What were the odds that he would be so lucky as to come upon Aspen in such an adorably ridiculous situation?  He watched the pink rear end of the costume she was wearing wiggle back and forth as she struggled with whatever she was struggling with beneath the table.  The big pink tail attached to the costume bobbed back and forth, too.

Pointing to Aspen’s rear end he asked her friend, “Pig?”

“Big pink dog,” the pretty girl named Gina answered.

“I can’t get the cord to reach the outlet!” Aspen grumbled from beneath the table.  “How did this happen?  And it’s hotter than heck under here!”

“Long day, huh?” he chuckled quietly.

“Oh, yeah,” Gina answered nodding.

He couldn’t resist then—he had to do it—he had to!  He couldn’t restrain himself another moment!  Reaching out, he took hold of the wagging pink tail.  He tugged on it twice, chuckling when a pink paw reached back from under the table and pulled the tail out of his hand.

“Gina!” Aspen scolded.  “This is hard enough without your teasing.”

He took hold of Aspen’s tail again—tugged a little harder—and said, “Um…excuse me…miss?”

He grimaced when he heard Aspen’s head hit the underside of the table.  The tail and big pink rear end stopped moving—cold stone still for a moment.  He laughed in his throat, completely amused as he watched Aspen slowly back out from under the table.  As she turned to face him, rolled over to sit down on the big pink doggy bum, he struggled not to laugh.  She was adorable!  Dressed head to toe in a pink dog costume complete with yellow hair and big floppy ears—well, he was glad the costume was the kind that had the ears and hair attached to a sort of face-fitting hood—for the expression on her pretty little face was priceless!

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