Against The Odds

“It’s beautiful. So real you expect to feel the heat.”

He sure felt it.

He took his helmet from the fringed leather side bag. “Maybe you’ll take me up on that ride sometime. When you know me better.”

Her mouth said “Maybe.” Her eyes said No friggin’ way.

“Hey, you wanted adventure, right?” He smiled and threw his leg over.

“Yes, but one adventure at a time. Right now, I’ve got a first day at my new job adventure to live through.” Her smile was a parting gift. “I’ll see you Wednesday. Thanks for the coffee.”

“Thanks for listening to my incoherent babble.” He strapped on his helmet, watching her walk away.

At least she hadn’t run screaming, or called the cops. He was going to call that a success.

He turned the key and cranked the throttle. The bike fired up with a roar. Wednesday suddenly seemed a long time away.

* * *

“OKAY EVERYONE, QUIET DOWN. The store opens in a few minutes, and we have things to discuss.”

Travis Kurt leaned against the counter in the break room of The Adventure Outfitter, addressing his Monday opening crew.

Hope scanned the athletic bodies draped over chairs and perched on counters, feeling like a measly mortal in the Hall of the Mountain Kings. They wore the company uniform of ivory button-down shirts with the sleeves rolled, khaki cargo shorts and lightweight hiking boots as if they’d been born in them. Healthy, tanned and self-assured—any one of them could have starred in a granola commercial. She crossed her legs in a futile attempt to hide their ghostly pallor.

Of course you feel ridiculous. You don’t belong here. You were a gently raised young woman, not a person who does their business in the woods. A cashier. I suffered, to send you to college, and you end up a—

She squelched her mother’s voice, midscreech.

“First, I want to introduce our newest team member, Hope Sanderson.” He held out a hand, palm up, in her direction.

She just offered a timid wave to the curious look-overs.

“She’s new to adventure sports, so she’ll be a champion of the checkout line while she’s in training. Have you decided which three departments you want to specialize in, Hope?”

No need to worry about her pallid skin, because she was now pink all over. “I’m not sure about the other two, but I’d like to try surfing, first.”

“Ah, good choice. Hope, meet Arthur Bogart Chase, our surfing expert.” He pointed to a young man leaning on the wall beside the minifridge, built taller and bigger than she’d imagined any surfer would be.

But what did she know?

He nodded at her. “Let’s talk later, and we’ll coordinate your first lesson.”

Coordination. Another skill that she didn’t possess. Yet.

Travis handed out a list of outdoor events within a two-hundred-mile radius of the store, so they could keep their customers informed. He highlighted storewide markdowns and upcoming sales, then had each department head explain one of their lesser known items and its selling points.

Hope took notes.

He released them with a booming “Let’s go get people fired up about the outdoors!”

He paired Hope with another cashier, Grace, and in no time, Hope was ringing up sales. Maybe it wasn’t the most mentally stimulating job she’d ever held, but she enjoyed chatting with customers and trying to guess what some of their purchases were used for.

A few hours later, she checked out the last person in her line and then a leggy blonde employee stepped up to her counter.

“I’m Lori Olsen. Goddess of all that is camping. Can you do lunch?”

Hope glanced around. “Um. I’m not sure. Can I?”

Grace made shooing motions. “You go ahead. I’ll hold the fort and go when you get back.”

“Okay. I’ll be back in...” She reached under the counter and retrieved her purse. “How long do we have for lunch?”

“Forty-five minutes,” Grace and Lori said together.

“Okay. Lead on, Goddess.”

“No need for formalities. You can call me Lori.” She flipped a lock of waist-long golden hair over her shoulder and took long strides to the door.

Hurrying to follow, Hope couldn’t help but notice her lunchmate’s muscular thighs and heart-shaped butt.

Common. Her mother chimed into Hope’s thought. A lady never wears clothing that tight. Or revealing.

Maybe my butt will look that good in the uniform, after I try all these sports. That shocked her mother to silence.

Lori held the door. “You okay with eating at the drugstore? There’s a great café there.”

If Hope ate lunch out, it was always at The Farmhouse Café, with Jesse. But Hollister Drugs was just down the street. “I’ve never eaten there. Sounds good.”

“Oh, you’ve got to order a milk shake. Sin makes the best in town.”

Hope checked out Lori’s fat-free frame. “Where do you put them? If I drank a milk shake, it’d be on my hips in thirty seconds.”

“I’m a runner. Three miles every morning means I earn a treat for lunch.”

“Run? Morning? I’d rather just have a salad for lunch, thanks.”

They strolled down Hollister, Hope walking on the outside, ducking from under the canvas awnings of the stores they passed. The sun felt good, warming her naked thighs. She’d never owned a pair of shorts higher than the top of her knee before. They made her feel daring and exposed, all at the same time.

Kind of like my new life. Her mouth spread in what had to be a goofy grin. “Thanks for being the welcome wagon for a newbie.”

Lori walked to the glass doors of Hollister Drugs, and pulled one open. “I have an ulterior motive.”

“Now I’m worried.” Hope stepped in, but caught her toe on the doorsill, and stumbled into Lori. “Sorry.”

Lori caught Hope’s arm to steady her. “Hope was a much better name for you than Grace.”

“Very funny.” Heavenly scents distracted her. French fries, bacon and...was that hot fudge?