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soaking wet.
“I’m sure the horse didn’t mean to throw you,” Myrna said.
She glanced over her shoulder at the guilty animal and had to admit that the horse looked rather amused. She cringed, hoping Brian didn’t notice that more than likely the beast had purposefully gotten his revenge for being improperly handled by an amateur.
Brian stalked past her and stood looking up the beach with his fists resting on his hips. His fury wasn’t directed at the gray horse that had discovered a stray bit of grass to nibble. Brian’s anger was about to be unleashed upon the smiling couple headed their way.
Myrna hurried to stand in front of him to try to calm his fury. He tended to be easy-going until he got pissed, and then he became a bit of a hothead.
“Brian, please be reasonable. He’s just a fan who wants to spend time with you. He doesn’t mean any harm.”
Her words seemed to bounce right off of him; he didn’t even acknowledge that she’d spoken. Touching his arm, shaking his shoulder, putting her face in his—nothing worked. He completely ignored her.
“Brian!”
“You said I could punch him in the nose the next time he bugged us. You wouldn’t go back on your word now, would you?”
“But—”
He lifted a hand to silence her, and she automatically flinched. She didn’t think he would hit her—she knew he wouldn’t—but she’d been hit enough times in the past that it had become an instinctual reaction.
She opened her eyes at his inrush of breath.
“You thought I was going to hit you,” he said, gathering her in his arms.
She pulled away—because he was wet, not because she was afraid of him.
“I would never . . . ” he said in a raw voice. “Myrna, I would never hit you. Ever.”
“I know that,” she said, but she didn’t have time to explain further, because they suddenly had company.
“Dude,” Kev said with a hearty chuckle, “are you okay? I saw you take a dive off that horse.”
“Yeah, I meant to do that,” Brian said dully and reached for Myrna’s hand.
He stared at her, his head shaking back and forth slightly as if he was too stunned to put his thoughts into words. And they couldn’t very well have a very personal conversation with Tweedle Dumb and Tweedle Dumber hanging on their every word.
She needed these two to get a clue. Immediately.
“I know you’re excited about meeting Brian,” Myrna said to Kev, “but it’s incredibly rude of you to continue to harass him. To harass us . How would you feel if someone you didn’t know followed you everywhere and interrupted your honeymoon?” She looked from Kev to Gail and back to Kev. Both of them seemed to be surprised that she knew how to speak. “Well?”
“I dunno.” Kev shrugged. “I guess I figured he was used to it by now.”
“Considering that this is his first honeymoon in Aruba, how could he be used to it?”
“Myrna,” Brian murmured, still looking entirely shell-shocked.
“I meant,” Kev said, “he should be used to people wanting to meet him.”
“You already met him,” Myrna pointed out.
“But I don’t have any proof. My boys back home think I’m making this shit up.”
Myrna shook her head at him in disbelief. “ That’s what this is about? You want proof?”
So an ashen-faced, dripping wet, and unsmiling Brian permitted several unflattering pictures of himself to be taken with Kev. And with Gail. And with Kev and Gail. And then they wanted one of him with Myrna. And then one of Myrna, Brian and Kev. Followed by another of Myrna, Brian and Gail. A few more of Brian by himself. They even stopped some kind and accommodating passerby to take a group photo of all four of them.
“So you’ll leave us alone now?” Myrna asked after they had gotten their fill of pictures. They had enough for a Brian of the Day calendar at that point.
“We’ll try to behave,” Kev said, climbing up on his horse again. “You just have no idea how cool it is to be on the same planet as
“I’m sure the horse didn’t mean to throw you,” Myrna said.
She glanced over her shoulder at the guilty animal and had to admit that the horse looked rather amused. She cringed, hoping Brian didn’t notice that more than likely the beast had purposefully gotten his revenge for being improperly handled by an amateur.
Brian stalked past her and stood looking up the beach with his fists resting on his hips. His fury wasn’t directed at the gray horse that had discovered a stray bit of grass to nibble. Brian’s anger was about to be unleashed upon the smiling couple headed their way.
Myrna hurried to stand in front of him to try to calm his fury. He tended to be easy-going until he got pissed, and then he became a bit of a hothead.
“Brian, please be reasonable. He’s just a fan who wants to spend time with you. He doesn’t mean any harm.”
Her words seemed to bounce right off of him; he didn’t even acknowledge that she’d spoken. Touching his arm, shaking his shoulder, putting her face in his—nothing worked. He completely ignored her.
“Brian!”
“You said I could punch him in the nose the next time he bugged us. You wouldn’t go back on your word now, would you?”
“But—”
He lifted a hand to silence her, and she automatically flinched. She didn’t think he would hit her—she knew he wouldn’t—but she’d been hit enough times in the past that it had become an instinctual reaction.
She opened her eyes at his inrush of breath.
“You thought I was going to hit you,” he said, gathering her in his arms.
She pulled away—because he was wet, not because she was afraid of him.
“I would never . . . ” he said in a raw voice. “Myrna, I would never hit you. Ever.”
“I know that,” she said, but she didn’t have time to explain further, because they suddenly had company.
“Dude,” Kev said with a hearty chuckle, “are you okay? I saw you take a dive off that horse.”
“Yeah, I meant to do that,” Brian said dully and reached for Myrna’s hand.
He stared at her, his head shaking back and forth slightly as if he was too stunned to put his thoughts into words. And they couldn’t very well have a very personal conversation with Tweedle Dumb and Tweedle Dumber hanging on their every word.
She needed these two to get a clue. Immediately.
“I know you’re excited about meeting Brian,” Myrna said to Kev, “but it’s incredibly rude of you to continue to harass him. To harass us . How would you feel if someone you didn’t know followed you everywhere and interrupted your honeymoon?” She looked from Kev to Gail and back to Kev. Both of them seemed to be surprised that she knew how to speak. “Well?”
“I dunno.” Kev shrugged. “I guess I figured he was used to it by now.”
“Considering that this is his first honeymoon in Aruba, how could he be used to it?”
“Myrna,” Brian murmured, still looking entirely shell-shocked.
“I meant,” Kev said, “he should be used to people wanting to meet him.”
“You already met him,” Myrna pointed out.
“But I don’t have any proof. My boys back home think I’m making this shit up.”
Myrna shook her head at him in disbelief. “ That’s what this is about? You want proof?”
So an ashen-faced, dripping wet, and unsmiling Brian permitted several unflattering pictures of himself to be taken with Kev. And with Gail. And with Kev and Gail. And then they wanted one of him with Myrna. And then one of Myrna, Brian and Kev. Followed by another of Myrna, Brian and Gail. A few more of Brian by himself. They even stopped some kind and accommodating passerby to take a group photo of all four of them.
“So you’ll leave us alone now?” Myrna asked after they had gotten their fill of pictures. They had enough for a Brian of the Day calendar at that point.
“We’ll try to behave,” Kev said, climbing up on his horse again. “You just have no idea how cool it is to be on the same planet as
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