Captivated by Him(5)

By: Terri E. Laine


That argument finally worked.

“Fine, I'll lay out with you today.”

Though I was thrilled she finally gave in, she so needed to get out more. But there was one more thing.

“And you promise to be nice if we run into Gavin?”

I held my breath until she sighed.

“I'll be nice, but that doesn't mean I'm hooking up with his friend. No judgment on whatever you do with Gavin.”



We ended up with a prime piece of real estate on the tiny beach area covered in sand across the two-lane road from the school and next to the water. The sun was warm on my back.

“Damn, look at that ass,” a guy said from somewhere behind me.

I could feel eyes on me, so I rolled over.

“Keep it moving, butthole,” I snapped.

“Nice rack.”

I gave him a stony glare. He took the hint and held up his hands before moving on.

Rae laughed. “Seriously, you think I’m a prude, but you won’t cuss.”

“Some habits you can’t break.”

My grandparents had grown up in a simple life community. It was a place where technology was frowned on and religion was law.

Everything they ate came from crops the community planted and animals they raised. They made their clothing all the way down to the weaving fabric. It was pretty interesting. Their modes of transportation were their two feet or horses with or without homemade buggies attached.

Besides living like pilgrims, women were expected to act like ladies and the menfolk lorded over everything in all senses of the words. Foul language was not allowed.

Had my grandmother not gotten sick, who knows what life I would have led. But Grandpa loved her more than their community, and when their healers couldn’t get her well, he opted to take her to a secular doctor. Thankfully, she lived. Her uterine cancer was gone with a hysterectomy and a run of chemo.

But leaving meant being excommunicated. Though they were forced out, that was the only life they knew. They recreated it on a miniature scale.

Grandpa had done well in the community—they’d sold excess goods at the open markets. Being a carpenter, he made many things with his hands. In the end, they bought a small parcel of land with the savings they had left and lived the life they loved outside of the community.

Mom and I lived with them until I’d left for college. Then Mom finally got a place for herself.

My thoughts of my grandparents shifted when Gavin’s friend walked out of the water carrying a canoe.

“Holy see you next Tuesday,” I muttered.

Rae ignored me while I gaped for a second. He was…something.

Then I remembered what a fool I’d made of myself the night before and tried to flag him down. He wasn’t exactly happy to see me and hadn’t really checked out my tits. That was a first. Instead, he kept glancing in Reagan’s direction.

“Where’s Gavin?” I asked.

“I’m not his keeper.” It was clear he wanted to be doing anything but talking to me.

I didn’t give up, though. He wouldn’t steal my sunshine. When I asked if he was English because I thought I picked up on a faint accent, he ignored me and stole another glance at Rae.

“Look, I’m sorry for—” I waved in Reagan’s direction. “She’s not good with guys like you.”

That got his attention.

“What kind of guy am I?”

And here was where I made a fool of myself again, because there was really no other way to explain it. “You know…pretty.” I did the game show hostess thing with my hands like he was the grand prize, which he was, in a way. The guy was off-the-charts hot.

“Look, I’d love to continue this conversation, but the café will close for breakfast soon,” he said.

“Sure. But can you put in a good word for me with Gavin?” I pleaded.

“I don’t know what I can say. I don’t know you, and Gavin has his own mind.”

I had a feeling they discussed us last night. Maybe Gavin had already told him he wasn’t interested in me. I felt my smile falter.

“Just tell him you spoke to me and I’m not that lunatic girl from last night.”

He nodded and took off. I found my spot on the sand and tried not to be discouraged. It wasn’t often I couldn’t find the bright side of things. Grams was good at telling me that if life gave you lemons, make lemonade with it.

“Told you,” Rae said.

She was implying that he wasn’t worth her time, and in turn Gavin wasn’t worth mine.

“Maybe,” I said.

Then, I set my mind to not thinking about the guy that made my insides all gooey. He wasn’t the last man on earth. And I was a good catch. Any guy would be lucky to have me.

Too bad there was only one guy that I couldn’t vanquish from my mind.