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Authors: Kim Boykin
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focused on the here and now, on what he was sure she felt for him. As he headed back to their chairs, he couldn’t stop smiling. He was proud he’d gone all out for tonight. The only thing he regretted was that he’d been behind her on the path and hadn’t seen her face when she saw the tent.
He handed her a cup and sat back down. “Damn dolphins.”
“What?” She looked across the surf to see what he was talking about.
“They said they’d be here by now, putting on a show like they did last year. You just can’t count on them. All they care about is eating and frolicking.”
“Frolicking, huh?” She raised her shades and laughed. Yeah, she remembered. The first time she’d asked him to help her with a project they’d worked all day, scraping six layers of linoleum off of her kitchen floor. It was early November, warm, sunny, a gorgeous Lowcountry day. They’d brought the beach chairs down to relax; watch the sun set. A group of dolphins was feeding and had put on a Sea World worthy performance. Growing up on the island, Melissa had probably seen that sight a million times, but she was fascinated and utterly giddy. Probably from sheer exhaustion, but he remembered thinking it’d be really nice to have all that excitement directed at him. He was counting on that when she dove into the picnic dinner from Cru.
After beach sitting for about an hour, they headed up to the tent. He pulled out her chair for her and started unpacking the basket, setting out the first course. Shane wasn’t too sure about the duck confit arugula salad, but Mike had assured Shane it was Melissa’s favorite. He tossed the salad in the vinaigrette and served it up. By the look on her face, the chef had been right.
It kind of bugged Shane that Mike knew what Melissa loved when it came to food and that asshole guitarist knew what she loved when it came to music. It wasn’t that Shane didn’t want to know everything about her; he had let her keep him at a distance. But not anymore.
“So what was your favorite thing about growing up on the island?” He lit the candles in the hurricane glasses and sat back down.
“We lived at the corner of 30th Street and Waterway Boulevard, which is as far away as you can get from the beach, but still only a few blocks away.”
“So you’ve been walking that path for a long time.”
“Since before I was born. But I never saw anything as beautiful as this, Shane.”
“Just wait until you see the sunset I ordered.” He loved her laugh, the way her face lit up with a look that was almost mischievous. “Seriously, thanks for going out with me tonight.”
She blushed and finished her salad before nosing around in the basket for the main course. Pinching off a piece of the triple fudge and salt caramel brownies, she popped it into her mouth, and then made a little sound. He wanted her under him making that same sound, but for now, he’d settle for whatever she would give him, hopefully more kisses. Might not happen tonight, but he was prepared to wait as long as it took.
The fried chicken and the rest of the fixings Cru put together were phenomenal and Melissa seemed to be having a good time. She poured herself another glass of wine and motioned for him to join her on the beach chairs. She started opening up a little more, telling him stories about growing up on the island. She’d made it sound idyllic and it probably was, up until her dad passed away. She’d been fourteen at the time, and when she talked about him, sometimes her voice trembled.
“My dad was a musician; he traveled all the time.” She paused. “He was great. He taught me how to play a bunch of instruments. I’m not sure if I picked the guitar or it picked me, but I do love it.”
“You’re really good; your dad would be proud. Did he want you follow in his footsteps?”
“He wanted me to study music, and I threw myself into it. It was kind of twisted, never wanting a life on the road, and knowing that life was
He handed her a cup and sat back down. “Damn dolphins.”
“What?” She looked across the surf to see what he was talking about.
“They said they’d be here by now, putting on a show like they did last year. You just can’t count on them. All they care about is eating and frolicking.”
“Frolicking, huh?” She raised her shades and laughed. Yeah, she remembered. The first time she’d asked him to help her with a project they’d worked all day, scraping six layers of linoleum off of her kitchen floor. It was early November, warm, sunny, a gorgeous Lowcountry day. They’d brought the beach chairs down to relax; watch the sun set. A group of dolphins was feeding and had put on a Sea World worthy performance. Growing up on the island, Melissa had probably seen that sight a million times, but she was fascinated and utterly giddy. Probably from sheer exhaustion, but he remembered thinking it’d be really nice to have all that excitement directed at him. He was counting on that when she dove into the picnic dinner from Cru.
After beach sitting for about an hour, they headed up to the tent. He pulled out her chair for her and started unpacking the basket, setting out the first course. Shane wasn’t too sure about the duck confit arugula salad, but Mike had assured Shane it was Melissa’s favorite. He tossed the salad in the vinaigrette and served it up. By the look on her face, the chef had been right.
It kind of bugged Shane that Mike knew what Melissa loved when it came to food and that asshole guitarist knew what she loved when it came to music. It wasn’t that Shane didn’t want to know everything about her; he had let her keep him at a distance. But not anymore.
“So what was your favorite thing about growing up on the island?” He lit the candles in the hurricane glasses and sat back down.
“We lived at the corner of 30th Street and Waterway Boulevard, which is as far away as you can get from the beach, but still only a few blocks away.”
“So you’ve been walking that path for a long time.”
“Since before I was born. But I never saw anything as beautiful as this, Shane.”
“Just wait until you see the sunset I ordered.” He loved her laugh, the way her face lit up with a look that was almost mischievous. “Seriously, thanks for going out with me tonight.”
She blushed and finished her salad before nosing around in the basket for the main course. Pinching off a piece of the triple fudge and salt caramel brownies, she popped it into her mouth, and then made a little sound. He wanted her under him making that same sound, but for now, he’d settle for whatever she would give him, hopefully more kisses. Might not happen tonight, but he was prepared to wait as long as it took.
The fried chicken and the rest of the fixings Cru put together were phenomenal and Melissa seemed to be having a good time. She poured herself another glass of wine and motioned for him to join her on the beach chairs. She started opening up a little more, telling him stories about growing up on the island. She’d made it sound idyllic and it probably was, up until her dad passed away. She’d been fourteen at the time, and when she talked about him, sometimes her voice trembled.
“My dad was a musician; he traveled all the time.” She paused. “He was great. He taught me how to play a bunch of instruments. I’m not sure if I picked the guitar or it picked me, but I do love it.”
“You’re really good; your dad would be proud. Did he want you follow in his footsteps?”
“He wanted me to study music, and I threw myself into it. It was kind of twisted, never wanting a life on the road, and knowing that life was
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