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Sarah pulled to a stop in the middle of the trail, Morris’s lack of enthusiasm ending her tracks. “Pleasure to meet you.” She tried to sound as half-hearted as Morris, even as she smiled and took new steps forward to extend her hand.
Morris accepted her hand, lightly, even while remaining seated. “Have a seat,” he told her, without gesturing to any seat in particular.
Sarah flashed him a less confident smile and steered her butt straight for a boulder six feet from Morris’s after surveying the immediate landscape. “Thank you for agreeing to meet me. Can’t tell you how excited I was to hear that you lived in Boulder, Colorado. My family used to vacation here when I was a kid. Louisiana could get damn hot during the summer.”
“Pleasure to have a Southern Belle here,” Morris replied. “It was a nice surprise to get your call.”
“Well, I’m sure you’ve been getting a lot of them.” Sarah crossed her legs afront her rock. “Your site’s really taken off the last few months.”
“Pardon?” A tamed trace of a Louisiana accent came through with the surprise.
“Not many phone calls,” Morris replied, with a slight smile that indicated the site itself had indeed taken off.
“Well, I’m sure you’re getting plenty of phone calls from women.” Sarah made sure her hands were clasped atop her bare knees.
Morris seemed to consider this possibility for a moment, as if for the first time, then shook his head, slowly, at the Great Plains before them. “Not really.”
“No calls from women?” Sarah forced to the fore an incredulity that was already there in her voice.