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Authors: Kaira Rouda
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trying to sound enthusiastic. “I guess we better get back to the plantation.”
“Yes, we’d better,” Samantha agreed, walking ahead of him along the shore.
They walked back in silence. Blake was happy that way, in silence, deep inside his own head. His heart sealed deep inside. She’d be staying, and he was glad about that, especially since he’d regained control. She knew now that he could ask her to leave the island at any moment.
*
Samantha had enjoyed her walk on the beach, with and without Blake. She was surprised he was trying to get her to leave the island. It was like he’d been spooked by the teasing and the lack of control he had over her now that they’d arrived, and that made her feel a whole lot better. Samantha had even spotted a pod of dolphins and considered them a good luck sign. All in all, things were a lot better now than they had been this morning and afternoon.
Evalyn Putnam greeted them at the front door.
“Well there you two are. I’ve been looking for you. I thought you’d like to see your room for the weekend,” Mrs. Putnam said, ushering them inside.
“You mean rooms,” Blake said.
She smiled. “That heat just drives me crazy, but I guess it doesn’t bother you young people.”
Samantha followed Blake’s mother up the wide spiral stairway to the second floor, with Blake trailing behind. Samantha would have to talk to him about keeping up with her, she thought with a smile.
“Weddings always bring out the worst in folks,” Blake’s mom said as they neared the end of a long grand hall. “It’s an emotional time. Just keep your head down and let me know if you need anything, dear. Blake, why are you following so far behind, son? Your manners have become slack since you’ve moved up north.”
“Mother, I’m in Charlotte, I’m not even north of the Mason-Dixon line,” Blake said, catching up to them. “I’m just tired that’s all. Business, getting here, well, you know.”
“What I know is this is your sister’s most important life choice so you best be happy and supportive. I want to see you at your best, son,” Evalyn said, grabbing Blake by the arm and giving him a hug.
“Well kids, here’s your room,” Evalyn said as they reached the end of the long hall. “Blake is so old fashioned, I’ll declare. He wanted to make sure I gave you each your own room. But we’re all full. Last to arrive gets the last choice, I’m afraid. I thought you two would be OK sharing,” Evalyn added a conspiratorial wink to the end of her sentence and Samantha blushed. Blake’s face was drained of color.
While Samantha tried to figure out what to say, Mrs. Putnam had opened the door to the most luxurious bedroom Samantha had ever seen. Everything was white – white area rug, white comforter, white pillows, two white chairs facing toward the ocean in the corner by the window. Contrasted with the dark oak floors and the dark wood ceiling fan, the look was breathtaking.
Samantha had turned to tell Evalyn the room was beautiful, but she was gone. So was Blake.
Samantha noticed her suitcase had been unpacked and all of her clothes were hanging up, wrinkle free, in an elegant dark mahogany armoire. And, she noticed Blake’s clothes were hung next to hers.
“What’s this?” She stared at his clothes in dismay, but comforted herself with the knowledge that Blake would fix the room problem.
*
Blake caught up with his mother before she made the stairs.
“Mom, I always have my own room.”
“Not this time.”
She’d never been so curt with him.
“I need my own room. I like privacy.”
“There are no other options Blake, period, every room is taken,” Evalyn said, her blue eyes icy with impatience. “I have enough to worry about this weekend without you acting like a reclusive baby. Privacy. Don’t tell me you and this Samantha haven’t fooled around. I’m not stupid. Women don’t attend weddings with men unless they are special, and unless they want to
“Yes, we’d better,” Samantha agreed, walking ahead of him along the shore.
They walked back in silence. Blake was happy that way, in silence, deep inside his own head. His heart sealed deep inside. She’d be staying, and he was glad about that, especially since he’d regained control. She knew now that he could ask her to leave the island at any moment.
*
Samantha had enjoyed her walk on the beach, with and without Blake. She was surprised he was trying to get her to leave the island. It was like he’d been spooked by the teasing and the lack of control he had over her now that they’d arrived, and that made her feel a whole lot better. Samantha had even spotted a pod of dolphins and considered them a good luck sign. All in all, things were a lot better now than they had been this morning and afternoon.
Evalyn Putnam greeted them at the front door.
“Well there you two are. I’ve been looking for you. I thought you’d like to see your room for the weekend,” Mrs. Putnam said, ushering them inside.
“You mean rooms,” Blake said.
She smiled. “That heat just drives me crazy, but I guess it doesn’t bother you young people.”
Samantha followed Blake’s mother up the wide spiral stairway to the second floor, with Blake trailing behind. Samantha would have to talk to him about keeping up with her, she thought with a smile.
“Weddings always bring out the worst in folks,” Blake’s mom said as they neared the end of a long grand hall. “It’s an emotional time. Just keep your head down and let me know if you need anything, dear. Blake, why are you following so far behind, son? Your manners have become slack since you’ve moved up north.”
“Mother, I’m in Charlotte, I’m not even north of the Mason-Dixon line,” Blake said, catching up to them. “I’m just tired that’s all. Business, getting here, well, you know.”
“What I know is this is your sister’s most important life choice so you best be happy and supportive. I want to see you at your best, son,” Evalyn said, grabbing Blake by the arm and giving him a hug.
“Well kids, here’s your room,” Evalyn said as they reached the end of the long hall. “Blake is so old fashioned, I’ll declare. He wanted to make sure I gave you each your own room. But we’re all full. Last to arrive gets the last choice, I’m afraid. I thought you two would be OK sharing,” Evalyn added a conspiratorial wink to the end of her sentence and Samantha blushed. Blake’s face was drained of color.
While Samantha tried to figure out what to say, Mrs. Putnam had opened the door to the most luxurious bedroom Samantha had ever seen. Everything was white – white area rug, white comforter, white pillows, two white chairs facing toward the ocean in the corner by the window. Contrasted with the dark oak floors and the dark wood ceiling fan, the look was breathtaking.
Samantha had turned to tell Evalyn the room was beautiful, but she was gone. So was Blake.
Samantha noticed her suitcase had been unpacked and all of her clothes were hanging up, wrinkle free, in an elegant dark mahogany armoire. And, she noticed Blake’s clothes were hung next to hers.
“What’s this?” She stared at his clothes in dismay, but comforted herself with the knowledge that Blake would fix the room problem.
*
Blake caught up with his mother before she made the stairs.
“Mom, I always have my own room.”
“Not this time.”
She’d never been so curt with him.
“I need my own room. I like privacy.”
“There are no other options Blake, period, every room is taken,” Evalyn said, her blue eyes icy with impatience. “I have enough to worry about this weekend without you acting like a reclusive baby. Privacy. Don’t tell me you and this Samantha haven’t fooled around. I’m not stupid. Women don’t attend weddings with men unless they are special, and unless they want to
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