foot seven inch height. Even with her heels on; he seemed to tower over her. He held out his arm so he could show her around the studio. The interior construction was almost complete. He had torn down the walls to really open up the spa ce. He put up beams that ran all the way to the ceiling. Some half walls had been created to hang art work on, but it also broke the giant room up, giving it the feeling of showcases.
“Can I get a tour?”
“How about I show you after dinner?” He told her. “I made us reservations at the Rustic Kitchen for seven thirty. I hope that’s OK with you.”
“Absolutely, I’ve always wanted to go there.”
“You mean you’ve never been?” He asked her.
“No.”
“Well then, I am glad that I get to be the first one to take you.” He held out his arm and offered it to her.
He walked to the street and stopped at a motorcycle where he handed her a helmet.
“I seriously hope you are joking. I am not getting on the back of that thing,” She told him.
“Come on and live a little. My car is parked too far away. I use this because it is much easier to get around town in. Besides, the restaurant is too far away to walk. Live a little. You just might find yourself having fun.”
She hesitated. She didn’t want to risk her life just to go on a date. She was the mother of two; she couldn’t be whisking off on the back of someone’s Harley. What kind of woman would she be? He draped a leather coat over her shoulders, and he placed a helmet in her hands as he looked in her eyes.
“You are going to love it, I promise you.”
Ethan was absolutely right. At first Rebecca clung to Ethan as tight as she possibly could, but once she knew she wasn’t going to fall off, she relaxed and let the wind whip against her body. She felt exhilarated.
The rest of the evening was like something out of a fairy tale. They shared oysters out on a moonlit patio table. She watched the way the moonlight danced across the ocean. The stars in the sky appeared brighter than usual. Everything seemed enhanced. Ethan watched her in complete fascination. He watched the way the candlelight reflected off of her chocolate-colored eyes. He watched the way the gentle sea breeze kept blowing her long brown hair, and he loved the way she kept tucking it behind her ear without so much as stopping what she was doing. She caught him staring, and she smiled coyly back at him.
After their succulent meal, Ethan walked her around the back of the building and down a path that led them out onto the beach. The tide was low, and the damp sand glistened in the moonlight giving the illusion they could walk across the entire ocean bed.
“Come on,” Ethan told her. He pulled off his shoes and socks and hurried down the beach until his toes were in the water. Rebecca shook her head. What the hell am I thinking? She said to herself. She peeled off her heels and held them in her hands. She followed behind him. When she reached the water’s edge, he turned and stopped her from moving. She looked at him, startled, until he pointed down at the ground. There, moving next to them, were little baby sea turtles trying to make their way into the ocean.
“Oh my dear God, look at how tiny they are,” Rebecca said. They stood and watched as the trail of them met with the first wave that rushed the sand. Some of the little turtles fell out of line and had to begin again. Some of them made it through the wave and into the sea.
“We chose a great time to come to the beach. It’s not every day that you get to witness something quite as remarkable as this,” Rebecca said.
“I know!” Ethan replied.
She looked over at him and noticed he wasn’t even looking at the turtles, he was looking at her. She could feel herself blush. She couldn’t remember when, if ever, someone looked at her the way he did.
“Come on,” he said to her.
They walked along the beach until they came across a playground in the sand. He led her to a swing, and
“Can I get a tour?”
“How about I show you after dinner?” He told her. “I made us reservations at the Rustic Kitchen for seven thirty. I hope that’s OK with you.”
“Absolutely, I’ve always wanted to go there.”
“You mean you’ve never been?” He asked her.
“No.”
“Well then, I am glad that I get to be the first one to take you.” He held out his arm and offered it to her.
He walked to the street and stopped at a motorcycle where he handed her a helmet.
“I seriously hope you are joking. I am not getting on the back of that thing,” She told him.
“Come on and live a little. My car is parked too far away. I use this because it is much easier to get around town in. Besides, the restaurant is too far away to walk. Live a little. You just might find yourself having fun.”
She hesitated. She didn’t want to risk her life just to go on a date. She was the mother of two; she couldn’t be whisking off on the back of someone’s Harley. What kind of woman would she be? He draped a leather coat over her shoulders, and he placed a helmet in her hands as he looked in her eyes.
“You are going to love it, I promise you.”
Ethan was absolutely right. At first Rebecca clung to Ethan as tight as she possibly could, but once she knew she wasn’t going to fall off, she relaxed and let the wind whip against her body. She felt exhilarated.
The rest of the evening was like something out of a fairy tale. They shared oysters out on a moonlit patio table. She watched the way the moonlight danced across the ocean. The stars in the sky appeared brighter than usual. Everything seemed enhanced. Ethan watched her in complete fascination. He watched the way the candlelight reflected off of her chocolate-colored eyes. He watched the way the gentle sea breeze kept blowing her long brown hair, and he loved the way she kept tucking it behind her ear without so much as stopping what she was doing. She caught him staring, and she smiled coyly back at him.
After their succulent meal, Ethan walked her around the back of the building and down a path that led them out onto the beach. The tide was low, and the damp sand glistened in the moonlight giving the illusion they could walk across the entire ocean bed.
“Come on,” Ethan told her. He pulled off his shoes and socks and hurried down the beach until his toes were in the water. Rebecca shook her head. What the hell am I thinking? She said to herself. She peeled off her heels and held them in her hands. She followed behind him. When she reached the water’s edge, he turned and stopped her from moving. She looked at him, startled, until he pointed down at the ground. There, moving next to them, were little baby sea turtles trying to make their way into the ocean.
“Oh my dear God, look at how tiny they are,” Rebecca said. They stood and watched as the trail of them met with the first wave that rushed the sand. Some of the little turtles fell out of line and had to begin again. Some of them made it through the wave and into the sea.
“We chose a great time to come to the beach. It’s not every day that you get to witness something quite as remarkable as this,” Rebecca said.
“I know!” Ethan replied.
She looked over at him and noticed he wasn’t even looking at the turtles, he was looking at her. She could feel herself blush. She couldn’t remember when, if ever, someone looked at her the way he did.
“Come on,” he said to her.
They walked along the beach until they came across a playground in the sand. He led her to a swing, and
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