St Nacho's 3 - Jacob's Ladder by Z. A. Maxfield

Author:Z. A. Maxfield [Maxfield, Z. A.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Thirteen

Cam threw a couple of twenties on the table, and I paid my half. I vowed to eat there again and see if the rest of the menu was as good. By the time we got up, some of the waiters were pushing back the tables, so we decided to take a walk to get some air before going back to dance.

The minute I stepped outside, my head cleared enough to appreciate the beauty of the place. I wanted to walk on the sand, close to the water. Cam followed along, pulling off his boots and socks, making a remark that hed be sorry later when he was dancing with sand between his toes. I toed off my Vans and socks as well, rolling up my pants legs as Id seen him do, and we left our things lying where the dry sand gave way to the wet and the shore dropped steeply off.

Water foamed around our feet as we walked in silence. I watched it, not really seeing it except to avoid sharp shells and rocks and bits of trash. Cam took my hand, and I knew he intended it to be more of a comfort than a pass. I gave it a squeeze and let go, then threw an arm around his waist, inviting him to put his around my shoulder.

Clouds moved overhead fast, almost like time-lapse photography, drifting over the stars and the moon in an inky black sky. Thicker, darker clouds were headed our way, ominous with moisture. It looked like wed get more rain if they stood still long enough over St. Nachos to drop it.

At some point we reached the pier and stopped walking. We sat down on the damp sand and simply watched as the waves rolled gently into the shore. “Yasha?” “Mmhmm?” I rested my head on Cams thick biceps, sorry once again that I could offer nothing more than friendship.

“Do you ever feel like the only time you exist is when others are watching?”

“What do you mean? Like if a tree falls and theres no ear to hear it, does it still make a sound?”

“Yeah. Exactly. Am I really here if theres no one to see and remember? No one to care that its me?”

“I dont know. Youre taxing my brain after too many drinks. Here. Look. If you push your finger in the sand, like this,” I demonstrated, “you dont just move the grains of sand you push. You move sand all around. See?”

“Yeah.” He watched my finger as I did it again.

“You cant know which ones either. You change things up close and farther away whether you like it or not. A guy like you—a guy who rolls out on a fire truck when theres an accident on the highway—youve got to be changing things youll never even know about. Touching lives you cant imagine.”

“Thats right.” He grinned down at me during a break between clouds, and the moon glazed his face with a silvery light. “Cool.”

“I dont like to be alone, Cam, but Im getting older—too old for recreational sex and one-night stands.

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