The sand kicked up as she stomped to the shoreline. Fighting back tears, she sat where it was dry, yet letting the waves caress her feet. The call of the seagull made her look up into the blinding bright sky. Shading her eyes, she looked up and down the shoreline to see if she was alone.
A man reading up the beach from her apparently fell asleep as the book dropped from his hand. It startled him awake, and as he grabbed his book, he locked eyes with Heather. Even at a distance, she could see that his eyes were deep and probing. She wondered if she should leave, just when he started walking towards her. His tan body glistened from the oil he must have applied.
“Hello…I’m sorry you saw me drop this wonderful book. It must have looked ridiculous with my head back and mouth open.”
He seemed easygoing. “No,” I replied, “You were fine. What’s the title of your wonderful book?”
He sat down on the sand near me and handed the book to me. "Rendezvous" was the title on the cover. “It’s kind of a romantic story, which you may enjoy, but I also like the intrigue and mystery of the story. Very dangerous living.” He looked into my eyes like I knew what he meant.
Just twenty minutes ago, I was steamed at Mark for refusing to go with me to the mall. After two years of marriage, I thought he could give a little.
“I didn’t introduce myself,” he said, snapping me out of my trance. “I’m Victor Longus, and my beach house is where I was parked in front of a moment ago. And you are…?”
“Tammy,” I stuttered, “Tammy Mann. I live up the street a bit.”
“Well, it’s nice to meet you, Tammy,” as he offered his hand. I shook it and it seemed like an eternity before we released.
Why didn’t I tell him I was married, I wondered.
His presence seemed somewhat overpowering. He brushed back his back wavy hair and smiled at me. “Would you like to get a bite to eat? I feel hungry.”
Wondering if there was a double meaning to that statement, I backed up a bit on the sand and stood up. He reached out for me. “You are a very beautiful woman. How lucky I am to be with you.”
The desire of my heart was for Mark to want to be with me. Victor seemed to know what I was thinking. “So, shall we go feast?” he prompted.
“I’m sorry…I have to go.”
“No, I’m sorry. I have come on too strong. But I just couldn’t help myself. You are so delightful.” He smiled so richly at me.
Just then, Mark ran up behind me. I turned, and he said, “Heather, I am such an idiot. I am so sorry. Please forgive me. I can’t imagine what I was thinking to turn you down like that. I love you, Honey. I always want to be with you.”
“Mark, it’s okay…I love you, too!” I turned to say good-bye to Victor and he was gone. Looking towards his beach house, I knew he couldn’t make it there in the time since Mark arrived. I also didn’t see any footprints. But the book laid in the sand.
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