Total pages in book: 58
Estimated words: 57082 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 285(@200wpm)___ 228(@250wpm)___ 190(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 57082 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 285(@200wpm)___ 228(@250wpm)___ 190(@300wpm)
Finally he let go. I left my hand suspended in the air, thinking perhaps he would take it again. “I have to say,” he said. “my friends were not exaggerating.”
“Your friends?”
He leaned back and tilted his head as if he were studying a painting. “You are truly mesmerizing.”
“I’m flattered.” Usually at this late hour of the morning, the cafe was busy and loud with conversation. But I heard nothing. It was like we were alone in a vacuum.
“I’m sorry I was on duty last night,” he said. “It seems like I missed out on a fun night.”
I smiled, finally piecing it together. “Yes, we had a good time.”
He nodded. His eyes wouldn’t leave me, and I was starting to feel self conscious.
“I’m sorry I missed it,” he said.
“Maybe next time.”
“I have the night off tomorrow night,” he said. “Is there any chance we could go out? Maybe take a walk on the beach? Maybe go out for dinner?”
I looked around for Jenny or Christy, someone to help me out of this exchange. Jenny was nowhere in sight, and Christy was on the other side of the room. She saw me and winked.
“I… um, I have a lot of work to do,” I said.
He nodded. “I understand. They told me you’re not interested in dating. I wasn’t planning on asking you out. I just came by because I had heard so many good things about this place and about you. But I couldn’t help myself. I would have carried a heavy dose of regret if I hadn’t at least asked.”
I swallowed and nodded.
“Forgive me,” he said. And though I’d assumed this was all just a continuation of his and his friends’ bet or competition, I thought at that moment that he was sincerely apologizing.
I shook my head. “No. I mean, yes. Of course, I forgive you. I mean there’s nothing to forgive.”
He touched me on my arm and smiled. “Maybe you’ll forgive me in the future. Something tells me this won’t be the last time I try to get a date with you.” He left me dumbfounded, turned, and walked out of the cafe.
I watched him leave then stood there staring at the door. What just happened?
“Who was that?” said Christy.
I kept staring at the door and said, “A Marine, friend of the guys from last night.”
“Damn. They should make a calendar.”
“He just asked me out.”
“I hope you had the good sense to say yes.”
I blinked and shook my head.
I wasn’t in the right mental state to think about men, and they were coming at me so fast. Fortunately, we got pretty busy at the cafe, and I was able to distract myself with work. Unfortunately, the diversion only lasted a few hours.
“I know you’re trying to take a break from guys,” said Christy. “If that tall muscular blond hunk comes back and tries to ask you out again, I’ll throw myself at him, see if that won’t keep him off you.”
“Thank you, Christy.”
“That’s what friends are for.”
The cafe had emptied quite quickly, and I was left with nothing to take my mind off the recent days’ confusing events. “Military guys,” I muttered and shook my head.
“What’s that supposed to mean?” asked Christy.
I shrugged. “They have a reputation, that’s all.”
“Of being great in bed?”
“Of being unfaithful,” I said.
Christy dismissed the comment. “That’s why I don’t get attached. Enjoy it while it lasts.”
“That makes sense,” I said. “But I’m just not like that. I get attached quickly. I get attached, and I get hurt.”
There was a long pause in the conversation as we both looked out past the terrace, past the street, past the beach, lost in our thoughts. Finally, Christy broke the silence. “A reputation doesn’t mean they’re all like that. Manny and Nolan seemed like genuine good guys, I think.”
I sighed. I’d thought the same, but I had enough experience to know that guys who appear genuine aren’t always so. “You know they made a bet: they raced here from the base; first one here got to ask me out.”
She looked at me perplexed. “And what happened? Was it a tie?”
I laughed. “No. Manny won. But I turned him down. Then, we decided just to go out as a group.”
Now Christy laughed. “So your idea of turning a guy down is to go out with him but bring along more girls?”
I frowned at her. “It wasn’t a date.”
“If you say so.”
“I don’t know,” I said. “It’s like I’m just a game to them, a competition. I feel like I should be upset. But to tell you the truth, I’m not.”
“It’s flattering,” said Christy.
“Yes, it is. Flattering and exciting.”
Christy grabbed my arm. She squeezed and I turned to her then to where she was looking. “What is it?”
“He’s back?”
“Who? Where?”
She nodded in the direction she was looking. “The hot blond guy from earlier.”