Eversea A Love Story

this one thing. There were plenty of Jacks in the world.
    “Jack. Okay, you don’t seem sure. Keri Ann, are you okay? You are acting really odd, it’s wigging me out.”
    “I’m fine. Totally fine. Just tired.”
    She seemed to buy that. “Okay, let’s get done here and I’ll drop you home.”
    After she pulled up at my house, she made me promise to be careful of Jack and call her in the morning. I was already trying to be careful. It was a confusing situation, made more so by the fact I couldn’t tell if my feelings were based on anything real.
    I’d felt my phone buzz with a text while Jazz and I were finishing up at the grill, but had forgotten to check it. Pulling it out, I went inside and closed the door. The text on the screen made my stomach dip.
    Late Night Visitor: Walk you home?
    Shit. I checked the time, fifteen minutes ago. Had he been waiting outside for me? I quickly texted back.
    Me: Sorry, got a ride with Jazz, didn’t see this.
    My phone buzzed back immediately, searing my palm, or perhaps my nerves. I pressed my lips tightly together, keeping my breath tightly inside me a moment.
    Late Night Visitor: Noticed. No problem, have a good night.
    So he had been outside. I was surprised, warmed, and regretful all at once that I hadn’t checked my phone right away. I bit my lip and tapped out a reply.
    Me: Thank you. You too.
    I waited, staring at my phone. Would he text back again?
     

 
    E I G H T
    I woke up at eight, right on the tail end of a dream that was ending way too soon. I was out on the marsh, my bright orange kayak stark against the glittering water as I glided my paddle in and out of the water in perfect rhythm with my breathing.
    The sudden sound of ripples and a puff of air had me looking to my right to catch the sight of a dolphin as it dove back under. In it’s wake, my eyes were drawn to the paddler in the kayak next to me.
    Jack was there, his chest bare and tan, smiling at the dolphin. He looked up too, catching my eye. Slowly his smile faded, and his gaze became intent. “I want to kiss you,” he breathed quietly across the water.
    His words and the intense way he said them, pounded into me, each one a fist that slowly took ahold of something deep inside. My breath caught. I stared back at him. I think I tried to form some words after a few moments but couldn’t, and then he faded away. The glittering of the sun on the water grew brighter. I blinked a few times and opened my eyes as the morning light in my bedroom crossed my face.
    It was another warm fall day. I shifted my gaze out the windows where the light filtered through the branches of the huge Live Oak in the front yard. The draped Spanish moss slowly swayed in the breeze. At least the air was moving more today, maybe it wouldn’t be so hot.
    I thought about Jack in his bed and whether he had remembered to close the blinds. If he had, he may not wake up and get over here before I had to leave for work.
    We hadn’t really worked out a plan of how and when he would come over today. Riding his motorcycle might draw too much attention. I guessed he would jog over again, but maybe I should go and get him. I dropped that idea as soon as it crossed my mind. If he showed up, that was great. If not, then I guess that meant he was getting his shopping done elsewhere. That thought filled me with the appropriate dread expected of a miserable groupie.
    I hadn’t heard back from him after my last text.
    I sat up abruptly, mentally pulling myself together. I had made it through some pretty traumatic experiences in my life. I was definitely beyond being a sappy little mess who was grateful for a scrap of time and attention from a divine being like Jack Eversea.
    I would reap the benefits of our little arrangement as long as it lasted. I would be thoughtful and courteous of Jack’s time, and I definitely would not expect us to form any deep or emotional bond of friendship when our time was up. The fact that electric heat tended to zap through my veins at the sight or thought of him, something I liked to think of as the “swoon-effect’, was just a hazard I would have to weather.
    I needed a run. I threw on a sports bra and my running shorts, grabbed my iPod and earphones, and jogged out to the truck.
    Normally, I would go straight down Palmetto to the public beach access and start my run by turning right. But, I didn’t want to run past Jack’s house, so I went further down to the Islanders’ Beach and after parking