The Only One for Me(7)
Chris crossed his arms. “Neither can I. Trust me, after you get a chance to experience the software, you’ll want this installed right away.”
“Okay, I’ll go over everything with Rollin and let you know what he says. But, I can’t imagine him saying no, at least to a beta test after I tell him how robust the system is.”
“Thank you. And if he needs a little convincing don’t hesitate to call me.” Chris reached into his shirt pocket and pulled out a business card. “Here’s my new information.”
Corra read the card. “3C Evolution has a Danville address.” She tilted her head and stared up at him.
“I moved back two weeks ago and opened our customer service center here. I’m surprised you didn’t read about it in the business section of the paper.”
Corra almost fell off her stool. “I must have missed it. So you’re here permanently now?”
“I don’t know about permanently, but I’ll be living here for quite a while. I’ve made Danville my home again.”
“I bet your parents are happy?” Not to mention how delighted I’m feeling right now.
“They are.”
“What about you? After living away for so long how do you feel about being back here?”
“It was my choice to move the center to Danville. I was ready to come home.”
Corra found it hard to believe he left Philly for Danville. But deep down she knew Chris was a country boy just like Rollin. She rubbed her palms down her pants legs. “Well, I guess I should say, welcome home.” She offered her hand to him.
“Thank you.” He accepted her handshake.
A warm current shot up Corra’s arm, reminding her of how much Chris excited her. She pursed her lips and fought the urge to blush.
“I haven’t been inside this house in a long time,” Chris said as he closed his laptop and slid it back into his carrying case.
“Would you like a quick tour?” she asked.
“That would be nice. Is Mrs. Rita still here?”
“Of course. Come on, we’ll start with the kitchen.”
* * *
As they toured the property fond memories of a young Corra were coming back to Chris.
“Man, I remember taking these steps two at a time,” he said, as he ran his hand along the banister coming from the second floor. “Do you remember how Rollin used to chase you out of his room whenever he had a girl on the phone?”
Corra laughed. “Yes, because I was always listening at the door.”
“You were being a nosy little sister is what you were doing.”
“Hey, that’s what I did best. Shoot, imagine what it was like for me to have football players in the house all the time. My friends came over just so they could watch you all practice in the field. That alone made me very popular in school.”
“Yeah, and what about the time you brought Belinda over here when you knew Rollin had another girl down by the creek. Is that creek still there?” he asked.
Corra shook her head. “It dried up years ago. Rollin deserved that though. I never did like a two-timing man and that’s what Rollin was trying to do to Belinda.”
“He was young. But, man, you were a pistol growing up, you know that?”
“I was your typical little sister, no more no less.”
Chris laughed. “Yeah, I guess you were, because Pamela and Darlene used to give me a hard way to go as well.”
After a tour of the house Corra carried Chris over to the gift shop.
“This place is really growing. I know your parents would be proud.”
“Do you remember my parents?” Corra asked, as she leaned against the counter. Her parents were killed by a drunk driver after Rollin and Chris went off to college, but she hoped he hadn’t forgotten them.
“Sure. I remember your mother used to feed us after games, even when we practiced out in the field. She loved to cook, didn’t she?”
Corra smiled. “The kitchen was her domain.”
“And your dad came to every football game. I remember that vividly because my dad missed a lot of games when my mom was sick. Your dad was a serious football fan.”
“Yeah. He was so proud when Rollin got that football scholarship.”
Chris walked over and stood next to Corra. “I also remember your brother and father giving me hell in high school when I mentioned how cute you were. I wanted to ask you out, but they were very protective of you.”
Corra stared down at her feet before looking up at him. “Maybe you should have tried,” she suggested.
He chuckled. “At the risk of ending my friendship with Rollin, and having your father kick my ass. No thanks. I settled for admiring you from afar.”