Total pages in book: 76
Estimated words: 72059 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 360(@200wpm)___ 288(@250wpm)___ 240(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 72059 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 360(@200wpm)___ 288(@250wpm)___ 240(@300wpm)
“You sure I can’t take you out on the boat?”
“For what purpose?”
“Because seeing the sunset away from the harbor and town lights, away from the traffic, is a sight to behold.”
He piqued Galvin’s interest, but she shook her head. “We just met.”
Sail nodded. “Technically we met before, at the diner, but I get it.” He stood and stretched. The hem of his shirt rose, giving Galvin an opportunity to ogle the fine line running along the inside of his hip. She’d only seen models in magazines who had a defined V. Her mouth watered, forcing her to swallow.
“I’ll see you around, Galvin.”
When?
“Oh, yeah. Okay. Have a fun time out on the water,” she stammered and racked her brain to find a way to keep him sitting there next to her.
Her mind failed her.
He saluted her and walked toward the marina, where he bro hugged the guy standing at The Blue Lobster Adventures kiosk. She watched as Sail chatted with the employee and then made his way down the metal ramp, where she lost sight of him.
Against her better judgment, Galvin sat there until his boat left.
If she wasn’t mistaken, Sail waved at her.
Sheepishly, she waved back and then dropped her hand before someone noticed her waving.
The one thing she told herself she wouldn’t do when she arrived in Seaport was get involved with anyone.
When she met Sail, she added she wouldn’t get involved with the owner’s son.
She never said anything about being attracted to anyone.
Including the owner’s son.
sail
. . .
Sail floated. Well, technically, his sailboat floated. And bobbed back and forth while he stared at the sky, watching the clouds move over head into odd shapes and forms. Each one sparking some type of visualizing moment for him. Was that an elephant? Flower? An archer? His imagination ran wild with ideas. This had been a game for him and his brothers, anytime they went out on their boat as a family. His mother would have the boys lie down, by age, and tell her what they saw. He supposed it wasn’t a game after all but a way to keep their minds occupied when the boat was anchored.
The alarm on his phone sounded. His body shook. Startled from the screeching sound that interrupted his calm. Blindly, Sail reached for phone and brought it over his face, blocking his view of the clouds, to shut off the alarm. He then dropped the phone to his side and sighed heavily.
Ever since his return, which was going on a couple of days now, his parents had been out of town. He hadn’t bothered to text them he was home. Not that it mattered because they hadn’t checked in on him. Out of sight, out of mind. Except, his parents were coming home this evening, and he wanted to be there. Mostly because he didn’t want his younger brothers breaking the news Sail had been kicked out of school.
Nope, the news of his epic failure rested solely on his shoulders. The thought of telling his parents made his stomach roll. He could already see the distress in his mother’s eyes and hear his father’s tone shift from the happy-go-lucky pitch to one of parental gruffness. The only saving grace was Jack Carter didn’t cuss. He didn’t yell or even raise his voice because he wouldn’t need to. Jack would, however, demand answers. He’d also expect Sail to change his ways.
An errant tear dripped from the corner of Sail’s eye. He scoffed at his inability to even cry normal. Who only shed a single tear, from one eye?
Me.
Sail tried to clear his thoughts, but as he gazed at the moving clouds, all he could see was his mom’s face and her eyes shedding their own tears when Sail told her he’d been kicked out of school.
It was time to face the music, so to speak. To come to terms with his future. Or as his brother Dune will undoubtedly say later, “Shit or get off the pot.”
There was only one thing to do: work his ass off.
As much as he wanted to stay out on the water—the one place where nothing else mattered—he had to come to terms with what needed to be done. Sail got up, pocketed his phone so it didn’t go overboard, and took the necessary steps to get him and his boat back to Seaport. If he believed in luck, which he wasn’t entirely sure he did, maybe Galvin would still be on the park bench. It was unlikely though. She had a life, and it wasn’t like they were overly friendly. They’d gotten off on the wrong foot and his weak attempt at flirting fell extremely short. He couldn’t recall a time when he had to put in any effort to woo the opposite sex. It could be she wasn’t into him. Again, something he hadn’t experienced, but would respect.