Marcus soon learned Agnes was right, she was a quick learner. She enthusiastically helped her late night customers, quickly recognizing the regulars and establishing a report with them. Even at 2 am, customers knew they could count on Agnes’s warm smile and cheerful greeting. She worked six nights a week, getting Marcus to agree to pay her under the table.
One of her nights off, Marcus invited her to dinner at his small house a block away from the store. She discovered that, although he looked quite a bit younger, there was only a five year age difference between the two of them. The two of them talked and cooked spaghetti from scratch together. She found out he had been a teenage runaway, escaping an abusive stepfather and an alcoholic mother. He lived on the streets of many towns before ending up in this town. The elderly couple who had owned the store gave him his first chance, hiring him to stock the shelves. They took him under their wing. He had come to see them as the parents he had always been meant to have.
And then they had been killed in an auto accident one fourth of July weekend. By that time, Marcus had been helping manage the store. He was working that weekend so they could travel to see the woman’s sister a few towns over. They were killed on their way back. Marcus was devastated. Not knowing what the fate of the store would be, or whether he’d ever receive a paycheck again, he kept it open and operational – only closing for three hours every night from 2am to 5am so he could sleep.
A week after the accident, a well-dressed gentleman came into the store and informed Marcus that he had been mentioned in the couple’s will. For the first time in a week, Marcus closed the store during the day and met up with the man at the couple’s small home. It was there that Marcus was informed that the couple had left the store and their home to him. They’d had no relatives still living, and they’d left a letter stating they felt as if Marcus had become their son in the few years they’d all been together.
As Marcus told his story, Agnes watched him hold back his tears as he talked about the couple and how overwhelmed he’d been to learn the store was his.
“So now you know. Someone took a chance on me, and I had to return the favor. That’s why I decided to trust you. Even if you are still so secretive.”
Agnes blushed, feeling him watching her as she finished her plate of spaghetti and stood to put their plates in the sink. She felt his eyes as she walked to the kitchen, and as she returned. Instead of sitting in the recliner, where she’d been while eating, she joined him on the lime green sofa.
She felt his breath hot on her ears as he leaned in and whispered, “I don’t need to know your secrets to know that I want you.”
Agnes let go, turned her face to his and let him kiss her. His kisses were inexperienced and erratic, but she took his face in her hands and guided him to slow down. She felt his hands embrace her waist tenderly, pulling her closer to him. She could feel the hunger in his kisses. Desire rose inside of her, and she suddenly wanted to take Marcus into the bedroom. She hadn’t felt a desire like this since she was with David, long before the baby had ever been born.
She put thoughts of David and the baby out of her mind and let Marcus lead her into his bedroom.
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