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Authors: Susan Ann Wall
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make it in time?”
“You’re nuts. She’s just a girl. Didn’t you learn anything from your ex? Either of them?” Bryan gave him a little shake.
Owen pushed his friend away. “Yeah, asshole, and I can tell you that my ex never had me feeling like this. Neither of them. I know it’s crazy, but I have to see her.”
Bryan kicked the spare that one of the other guys rolled out of the back of the van. “Then you better run, because it looks like the spare is flat too.”
“Shit.” Owen took off running without pause, slinging his backpack over both shoulders.
The glass security door was closed when he arrived at the terminal. He ran down the steps, hoping to board the ferry using the car ramp. A couple of attendants worked to secure the ramp. As Owen approached, they signaled him to stop.
“Please,” Owen pleaded with the smaller of the two attendants. “You gotta let me make a run for it. There’s a girl on that boat waiting for me.”
“Sorry, man, no can do. I could lose my job for letting you through. It’s a safety issue.”
“Look at me, I’m in stellar shape. I run four days a week. I can make it. I would have been there by now.”
The attendant held firm. “Sorry, maybe she’ll wait for you in Seattle.”
Owen ran around to the steps and found himself standing in the same spot where he had left Stacie that morning. Her scent lingered there, making Owen wonder if she’d been there this evening, waiting for him. Maybe it was just his mind playing tricks on him. The stupid thing had a tendency to do that when it came to women, showing him what he wanted to see rather than the reality of the situation.
Stacie was different though. She wasn’t like the manipulative women who’d betrayed him too many times. He couldn’t explain how he knew, but his gut told him she was different. Standing there watching the ferry leave, even though he couldn’t see her at the back of the boat, Owen was sure she was there. She had to be.
“Stacie!” he yelled, but it wasn’t loud enough to defeat the motoring diesel of the ferry as it pulled away from the dock. “Stacie!!”
~~~
Stacie had been among the last passengers to board and now sat on a bench near the back of the boat. After arriving in Bremerton, she had waited for Owen in the same spot they had occupied that morning. The Cajun Sex God was a no-show.
A million things could have happened. Maybe he worked late or stopped to help some poor soul with a flat tire. Maybe he went for drinks with his buddies. Or maybe he was just toying with her. Just because he claimed he wasn’t a player didn’t make it true.
Why should she care anyway? It was a just a fling.
The disappointment that flooded her mind was annoying. Frustration joined the party as Stacie realized there would be none of that amazing sex tonight. That’s why she was so desperate for this stranger, the sex. There was no other reason.
The boat’s engines roared to life, gearing up to push off from the dock. Stacie swore she heard her name on the wind. She must be crazy. After all, what were the chances? Then she heard it again.
She moved to the end of the ferry. Twilight dimmed the sky, providing only enough daylight to see a recognizable figure hunched over the fence where she had waited. Owen pounded his arms on the metal bar of the fence.
He was here. He had missed the boat.
Her heart raced as she called his name. Waving her arms, Stacie hoped to get his attention. The ferry quickly cleared the dock, moving swiftly into the sound. Owen became a small silhouette in the distance when he finally straightened from his hunch. Calling his name was futile at this distance, but she continued waving, hoping he’d see her. Instead, he turned and walked away.
Diesel fumes stung her nose, followed by a sharp pain shooting between her temples. Stacie stumbled back, vertigo forcing her to sit or fall. The bench caught her and she dropped her head into her hands, elbows balanced on
“You’re nuts. She’s just a girl. Didn’t you learn anything from your ex? Either of them?” Bryan gave him a little shake.
Owen pushed his friend away. “Yeah, asshole, and I can tell you that my ex never had me feeling like this. Neither of them. I know it’s crazy, but I have to see her.”
Bryan kicked the spare that one of the other guys rolled out of the back of the van. “Then you better run, because it looks like the spare is flat too.”
“Shit.” Owen took off running without pause, slinging his backpack over both shoulders.
The glass security door was closed when he arrived at the terminal. He ran down the steps, hoping to board the ferry using the car ramp. A couple of attendants worked to secure the ramp. As Owen approached, they signaled him to stop.
“Please,” Owen pleaded with the smaller of the two attendants. “You gotta let me make a run for it. There’s a girl on that boat waiting for me.”
“Sorry, man, no can do. I could lose my job for letting you through. It’s a safety issue.”
“Look at me, I’m in stellar shape. I run four days a week. I can make it. I would have been there by now.”
The attendant held firm. “Sorry, maybe she’ll wait for you in Seattle.”
Owen ran around to the steps and found himself standing in the same spot where he had left Stacie that morning. Her scent lingered there, making Owen wonder if she’d been there this evening, waiting for him. Maybe it was just his mind playing tricks on him. The stupid thing had a tendency to do that when it came to women, showing him what he wanted to see rather than the reality of the situation.
Stacie was different though. She wasn’t like the manipulative women who’d betrayed him too many times. He couldn’t explain how he knew, but his gut told him she was different. Standing there watching the ferry leave, even though he couldn’t see her at the back of the boat, Owen was sure she was there. She had to be.
“Stacie!” he yelled, but it wasn’t loud enough to defeat the motoring diesel of the ferry as it pulled away from the dock. “Stacie!!”
~~~
Stacie had been among the last passengers to board and now sat on a bench near the back of the boat. After arriving in Bremerton, she had waited for Owen in the same spot they had occupied that morning. The Cajun Sex God was a no-show.
A million things could have happened. Maybe he worked late or stopped to help some poor soul with a flat tire. Maybe he went for drinks with his buddies. Or maybe he was just toying with her. Just because he claimed he wasn’t a player didn’t make it true.
Why should she care anyway? It was a just a fling.
The disappointment that flooded her mind was annoying. Frustration joined the party as Stacie realized there would be none of that amazing sex tonight. That’s why she was so desperate for this stranger, the sex. There was no other reason.
The boat’s engines roared to life, gearing up to push off from the dock. Stacie swore she heard her name on the wind. She must be crazy. After all, what were the chances? Then she heard it again.
She moved to the end of the ferry. Twilight dimmed the sky, providing only enough daylight to see a recognizable figure hunched over the fence where she had waited. Owen pounded his arms on the metal bar of the fence.
He was here. He had missed the boat.
Her heart raced as she called his name. Waving her arms, Stacie hoped to get his attention. The ferry quickly cleared the dock, moving swiftly into the sound. Owen became a small silhouette in the distance when he finally straightened from his hunch. Calling his name was futile at this distance, but she continued waving, hoping he’d see her. Instead, he turned and walked away.
Diesel fumes stung her nose, followed by a sharp pain shooting between her temples. Stacie stumbled back, vertigo forcing her to sit or fall. The bench caught her and she dropped her head into her hands, elbows balanced on
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