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feeling of being in charge of my own life and destiny that seemed to be lacking big time in my current life.
I reached the screened porch and stepped inside. I walked over to the bikes and my heart sank. There was a padlock locking them together. “Damn it.” I pulled hard on the lock and luck smiled down on me. It slid open. That was when I noticed the flat tire. Two, in fact. Both bikes had flats. My plan was quickly losing steam. I could take a stroll along the path, but it just didn’t hold the excitement that an escape on wheels had.
I turned around, deciding a walk would still be better than being stuck up in the bedroom. That’s when I saw Duff’s skateboard leaned up against the side of the porch. He would never notice it missing. It was perfect. No one, not even that creepy tabloid reporter, if he was still lurking around, would recognize me.
I nearly laughed at how excited I was to be pulling off this silly, little stunt. For me, it was more something to prove to myself, proof that I was still my own person, able to make my own decisions and move freely about the planet without the chains that Graham always had wrapped around me.
I walked out to the path. A few people rolled past on roller blades, but otherwise, the path was empty. I dropped the skateboard down, put my foot on it and pushed off. It had been a few years since I’d stepped on a skateboard. Our first house together, when the band was just starting to shoot up the charts, had had a lot of cement in the backyard. Duff was a big time skater long before he joined the band. There was enough down time between rehearsals and recording to just hang out. And Duff had taught me to ride a skateboard. Those simpler, quieter days seemed like a decade ago, and I yearned for that time in my life. Back then, I was still in the middle, between the horrible existence Graham had pulled me from and the life I led now, where I had to sneak out of the house in a beanie and scarf on a warm summery night just to ride a skateboard.
I coasted along and let the salty ocean breeze cool my face as the scarf trailed off behind me like a red, feathery tail. The beach was different at night. The warm, ivory sand was a cool gunmetal gray and the deep blue sea was a churning pool of black water. The gulls and beachgoers had fallen silent, making the sound of the persistent tide that much louder.
In the distance, I could see the flickering tiki torches lined up in front of the beach motel. Most of the small cabins were dark. It was past the usual tourist season, and with the weekend still five days away, the place looked close to empty.
I coasted to the end and stopped in front of the motel. Only three of the rooms had lights on. I could hear feminine laughter drifting out of one of the cabins. Dawson had mentioned that he was staying at the beach with his sisters. I thought briefly about the extremely hot man who I’d shared the plane ride with. There was something so real about him. Something that I rarely saw in people anymore.
Dawson had, of course, scoffed at my promise to visit him. And, in truth, I wasn’t completely sure I would go through with it. My time was not my own, and Graham would surely blow a fuse if he knew. It was one thing sitting with Dawson on a plane, where there were distinctive boundaries, but visiting him at his motel would be a whole different story, or at least it would be to Graham and Axel.
But tonight, I was doing my own thing. I had at least an hour of independence, and I could see no reason not to visit the one person I’d met in the last few years who I’d actually found intriguing.
Chapter 11
Dawson
“You know, Dawson, miners like yourself are going to be obsolete in the near future.” Megan’s boyfriend Wyatt was one of those guys who always had a smug grin on his face as if he was superior to everyone else.
“Yeah? How’s that, Why—at?” My new two syllable pronunciation of his name made my sister grit her teeth, but
I reached the screened porch and stepped inside. I walked over to the bikes and my heart sank. There was a padlock locking them together. “Damn it.” I pulled hard on the lock and luck smiled down on me. It slid open. That was when I noticed the flat tire. Two, in fact. Both bikes had flats. My plan was quickly losing steam. I could take a stroll along the path, but it just didn’t hold the excitement that an escape on wheels had.
I turned around, deciding a walk would still be better than being stuck up in the bedroom. That’s when I saw Duff’s skateboard leaned up against the side of the porch. He would never notice it missing. It was perfect. No one, not even that creepy tabloid reporter, if he was still lurking around, would recognize me.
I nearly laughed at how excited I was to be pulling off this silly, little stunt. For me, it was more something to prove to myself, proof that I was still my own person, able to make my own decisions and move freely about the planet without the chains that Graham always had wrapped around me.
I walked out to the path. A few people rolled past on roller blades, but otherwise, the path was empty. I dropped the skateboard down, put my foot on it and pushed off. It had been a few years since I’d stepped on a skateboard. Our first house together, when the band was just starting to shoot up the charts, had had a lot of cement in the backyard. Duff was a big time skater long before he joined the band. There was enough down time between rehearsals and recording to just hang out. And Duff had taught me to ride a skateboard. Those simpler, quieter days seemed like a decade ago, and I yearned for that time in my life. Back then, I was still in the middle, between the horrible existence Graham had pulled me from and the life I led now, where I had to sneak out of the house in a beanie and scarf on a warm summery night just to ride a skateboard.
I coasted along and let the salty ocean breeze cool my face as the scarf trailed off behind me like a red, feathery tail. The beach was different at night. The warm, ivory sand was a cool gunmetal gray and the deep blue sea was a churning pool of black water. The gulls and beachgoers had fallen silent, making the sound of the persistent tide that much louder.
In the distance, I could see the flickering tiki torches lined up in front of the beach motel. Most of the small cabins were dark. It was past the usual tourist season, and with the weekend still five days away, the place looked close to empty.
I coasted to the end and stopped in front of the motel. Only three of the rooms had lights on. I could hear feminine laughter drifting out of one of the cabins. Dawson had mentioned that he was staying at the beach with his sisters. I thought briefly about the extremely hot man who I’d shared the plane ride with. There was something so real about him. Something that I rarely saw in people anymore.
Dawson had, of course, scoffed at my promise to visit him. And, in truth, I wasn’t completely sure I would go through with it. My time was not my own, and Graham would surely blow a fuse if he knew. It was one thing sitting with Dawson on a plane, where there were distinctive boundaries, but visiting him at his motel would be a whole different story, or at least it would be to Graham and Axel.
But tonight, I was doing my own thing. I had at least an hour of independence, and I could see no reason not to visit the one person I’d met in the last few years who I’d actually found intriguing.
Chapter 11
Dawson
“You know, Dawson, miners like yourself are going to be obsolete in the near future.” Megan’s boyfriend Wyatt was one of those guys who always had a smug grin on his face as if he was superior to everyone else.
“Yeah? How’s that, Why—at?” My new two syllable pronunciation of his name made my sister grit her teeth, but
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