A Mermaid to Remember: A Paranormal Women's Fiction Novel (Midlife Mermaid Book 3) by J.R. Rain & H.P. Mallory

Author:J.R. Rain & H.P. Mallory [Rain, J.R.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Rain Press
Published: 2022-05-19T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Thirteen

“How about we not ruin our time together by talking and thinking about that asshole?” Sawyer asks with a big smile as he reaches over and presses a kiss to my forehead.

When he pulls away, laughter bubbles in his throat as ice cream drips from my spoon onto the front of his shirt. There’s now a dark stain slowly leaking through the cotton.

“Sorry,” I murmur with a laugh.

He shrugs, still smiling. “It’s an old shirt, anyway.”

And then he just looks at me while I look at him and neither of us glances away. He breathes in deeply and I wonder if he’s going to kiss me again.

“This whole friend thing is proving to be difficult,” he says at last.

“I think it’s a good idea for now,” I answer on a sigh. “Just until things settle down.”

He nods and we continue to walk for a while, side by side in comfortable silence. Ice cream finished, he drops both cups into a trashcan that’s perched on the end of the street, bordering the beach.

I’m surprised when he then reaches down and takes my hand. I watch as our fingers link together, as if of their own accord. Even though we agreed just to be friends for now, it doesn’t feel like we’re just friends. And I’m pretty sure Sawyer would agree with me. Yet, I meant what I said—now isn’t the time for us to start a relationship—not with Cullen still out there and not with Mayer still living in my house. And also not with the fact that… my feelings for Mayer are causing me their own sort of upset.

Eventually we pass a thicket of trees, overgrown and almost appearing like the jungles I’ve seen on the Discovery Channel. I pause to peer past the tangle of thorns and branches and see a line of what appear to be very small houses, each a different, bright color. Or, they would be bright if the paint weren’t completely faded and missing in some places.

“What are those?” I ask.

“Ah,” Sawyer says as he catches me looking. “They’re cabins. They used to be rentals for the beach.”

“Rentals?”

He shrugs. “Yeah, you could rent a cabin for the day and at the end of the row, there were food stalls and little shacks where you could rent things like umbrellas and towels.”

When I try to peer past the overgrown trees, I only catch a brief glimpse of yellow and orange rooftops, most of which are caved in, and driftwood planks haphazardly nailed together, that must have been the walls.

“The rentals haven’t been used in years, as you can tell.” Sawyer brushes a branch aside to look with me at the weather worn shacks which are barely still standing in the sand. Some of them have porches, but most of them fell down long ago.

Just then, my phone rings and glancing down at it, I realize it’s Funtime Fitness. I decide I don’t want to ruin this moment with Sawyer, so I put the ringer on silent and then simply smile up at him, before remembering what we were talking about.

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