Gulf Breeze by Gerri Hill

Author:Gerri Hill [Hill, Gerri]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Tags: Fiction, Lesbian, Contemporary, Romance, Erotica
ISBN: 9781931513975
Google: X9oAAAAACAAJ
Amazon: 0739455001
Publisher: Bella Books
Published: 2004-01-02T00:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT

Pat was actually nervous as she drove through the gates to the ranch on Monday morning. She had spent nearly all of Sunday recalling the kiss beside Carly's Jeep. In her mind, it had turned into much more than a kiss. She could practically feel Carly's breasts in her hands, could taste their softness.

"You can't possibly be in love with her. You've hardly kissed her." Then she met her eyes in the mirror and grinned. "And you really need to stop talking to yourself."

Pat resisted the pull of the ranch house and purposefully drove past Carly's Jeep and on to the bay. She was too late for the sunrise, but she would walk the shore again and check out the sandbar. And later, she wanted to check out the egrets. It was sunny. Maybe she could get some shots of the nest today.

She dutifully tucked her field guide into her camera bag. Not that she thought she would use it. It would take her forever to find the damn bird in the book. So much easier to describe it and let some birder tell her the name. But later, she was squatted on the sand, watching a group of shorebirds in the small cove behind the sandbar. Her field guide was lying open across her knees.

She lowered her binoculars for the third time and flipped through the pages.

"Why isn't it in the goddamn book?"

"They're Black-necked Stilts."

Pat jumped, spilling the field guide and binoculars onto the sand.

"Jesus Christ! Are you trying to give me a heart attack?"

Carly laughed and sat down next to Pat, picking up her book and finding the right page. She pointed at the picture.

"Black-necked Stilt."

Pat narrowed her eyes and gave Carly her best glare. It caused more laughter.

"Oh, please. Are you trying to scare me?"

"I hate birders. Have I told you that?"

"I'm sure you have."

"How did you know what page it was on?"

Carly smiled. Sometimes, Pat was so innocent, so bewildered, that Carly just wanted to wrap her in her arms and hold her. And kiss her, she added.

"Pat, all field guides are the same. Every one of them start with the loons. Then water birds and wadding birds, then ducks. Then the hawks. Then the shorebirds. And all down the line, ending with the sparrows."

"Well, that's just lovely to know. And I'm not even going to tell you what I'd decided it was."

"Please don't say a miniature heron," Carly teased.

"One of these sandpipers here," Pat said, pointing at a picture.

"They don't look anything like sandpipers."

Pat flashed a grin, letting Carly know that she was teasing. Carly grinned back.

"And why are you sneaking up on me?"

Yes, why Carly? Why did you watch her Jeep drive past the ranch house, feeling disappointed that she didn't stop? And why did you follow her? Why are you sitting here now, as if there is nothing better to do? Because you missed her, that's why.

"They're going to start on the marshes today," she said. "I thought you might want to get some shots.

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