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I’d bought an old abandoned airport with a lot of property. I was working on a new, quiet carbon-fiber aircraft and needed privacy. One evening toward sunset, I was working in the hangar all by myself and saw headlights coming up from the main road. An old pickup stopped in front of the hangar…and she got out.

Tall and gorgeous, graceful as a panther, her penetrating eyes missed nothing as she walked toward me. Not at all minding that I was assessing her, openly looking her up and down, she stopped in front of me and said,

”I’m Charlotte. I live about three miles east of here.”

I offered her my hand, which she took, and replied,

”I’m Mitchell. Mitch would be better. I’m living here on site for a while.”

”Building a new airplane?”

”Well, perfecting the design of a quiet, fuel-efficient engine. The airframe is over in the other hangar.”

”Is that what you do in life as we know it?”

”No, actually, I own a textile mill here in North Carolina, and several other businesses around. Coffee?”

”Yes, please. Black.”

”That’s easy,” I said as I set about to make fresh. “What do you do, Charlotte?”

”I teach art at the local high school. My specialty is sculpture.”

I looked at her hands. I think hands can be beautiful and her certainly were. Her long, pearl white colored nails were absolutely gorgeous. Her hands were both feminine and strong.

We chatted easily for a few minutes. Then she finished her coffee and remarked,

”You know, you and I are the only ones around for a good little distance. Would it be too forward if I invited you for dinner?”

I smiled and answered,

”I’d love that, but not tonight. I’m kind of on a roll with these tests.“

”Oh, I understand. I get that way with my art.”

I looked at her again. God, she was magnificent!

”Well, I don’t know if an engine is art, but I’m glad we understand each other.”

”Yes, I think we do. So, can you take a break tomorrow?”

”Uhm hmm, I’ll be finished later tonight.”

Charlotte said, “Then, what about tomorrow night? You’re new here, so I’ll take care of everything. Just come over around 6:00.”

I chuckled and said, ” I have to bring something. My mom would come up out of the grave and kick my butt if I came empty handed. Why don’t I bring the wine?”

”Sounds great! Bring something red.”

I held out my hand and she took it. Cliche as it sounds, there was electricity there. I think we both felt it.

“Until tomorrow,” she said. And, smiling, she walked away.

I have to admit, I enjoyed watching her walk away.

And…she knew it!