like that as often as possible. “I would love to.”
He led her slowly down to the water, stopping at the edge of the lake. The water lapped gently against his feet. “Just as warm as I remember,” Cassie whispered.
“Why did you stop coming to camp here?”
She shrugged, her hand tighten ed briefly as a tremor of tension raced through her . “There wasn’t any time for camp once Luther and Melissa came.”
He stared at her in surprise ; his eyebrows dr e w tightly together as he thought over her strange words. “Who is Luther?”
“Melissa’s father, adoptive father,” she amended.
Devon shook his head in confusion. “I don’t understand . W hat does he have to do with the fact that you could no longer go to camp?”
She turned toward him, holding her hair back as the breeze briefly picked up. For a moment grief enveloped her and that lost look filled her eyes again. B ut then her gaze cleared, and she smiled brightly at him. She squeezed his hand before st an d ing on tiptoe to kiss him briefly. Devon started in surprise ; he enjoyed the playful demeanor that suddenly enveloped her. He was certain that it was not an attitude she had very often.
“This is a dreary topic for such a wonderful dream , and one that I do not want to think about right now . I think about it to o often during the day.”
Devon was once again confused as to what she was talking about. What did Melissa’s adopted dad have to do with anything major in her life, other than taking care of her friend , and maybe driving them to the movies or dances once in awhile? Those things were certainly not something that would occupy her thoughts often during the day, at least not as often as she had just suggested.
Before he could question her further, she tilted her head to the side , l ooking impish and striking . “ I would much rather go swimming.”
With that she released his hand and plunged into the water. Her beautiful laughter trailed off as she dove beneath the surface. Devon stood in shocked wonder for a moment before shrugging negligently. It had been a very long time since he had gone swimming, and he could think of no one he would rather do it with.
Cassie burst back to the surface, inhaling deeply . Her skin glimmered in the light of the s u n, her dress was tight against her and drops of water cl un g to her as she smiled beckoningly at him. Excitement spurted through him. She was tantalizing, irresistible, and completely delicious looking. He could not refuse her as he began to wade into the warm water.
He was only feet from her when her head tilted to the side, her eyebrows drew sharply together and irritation flitted over her delicate features. “What is that noise?” she mumbled.
“What noise?”
He cou ld hear nothing except for the gentle lapping of the waves against their skin. “Alarm,” she whispered.
And then she was gone. Horror and terror filled Devon as he looked frantically around for her. It took him a few moments to realize that she had simply awakened. She had not disappeared for good. H e still couldn ’ t help the disappointment that crashed over him in suffocating waves. He had wanted more time with her, wanted to enjoy her more, hold her more. He had not wanted this to end so soon.
Retreating from the lake he returned to the shore, ignoring the feel of the grass now. It did not matter as much without her here to enjoy it with him . Sighing, he slid to the ground, draping his arms over his knees he stared at the serene lake that Cassie had placed here. He want ed to know more about her. He w anted to know about her days at camp, her childhood, and life experiences both happy and sad. He wanted to know everything that there was to know about her, and he was tired of being avoided all the time.
He did not care about the confusion and doubt that resided inside of him ; d id not care about her strange
He led her slowly down to the water, stopping at the edge of the lake. The water lapped gently against his feet. “Just as warm as I remember,” Cassie whispered.
“Why did you stop coming to camp here?”
She shrugged, her hand tighten ed briefly as a tremor of tension raced through her . “There wasn’t any time for camp once Luther and Melissa came.”
He stared at her in surprise ; his eyebrows dr e w tightly together as he thought over her strange words. “Who is Luther?”
“Melissa’s father, adoptive father,” she amended.
Devon shook his head in confusion. “I don’t understand . W hat does he have to do with the fact that you could no longer go to camp?”
She turned toward him, holding her hair back as the breeze briefly picked up. For a moment grief enveloped her and that lost look filled her eyes again. B ut then her gaze cleared, and she smiled brightly at him. She squeezed his hand before st an d ing on tiptoe to kiss him briefly. Devon started in surprise ; he enjoyed the playful demeanor that suddenly enveloped her. He was certain that it was not an attitude she had very often.
“This is a dreary topic for such a wonderful dream , and one that I do not want to think about right now . I think about it to o often during the day.”
Devon was once again confused as to what she was talking about. What did Melissa’s adopted dad have to do with anything major in her life, other than taking care of her friend , and maybe driving them to the movies or dances once in awhile? Those things were certainly not something that would occupy her thoughts often during the day, at least not as often as she had just suggested.
Before he could question her further, she tilted her head to the side , l ooking impish and striking . “ I would much rather go swimming.”
With that she released his hand and plunged into the water. Her beautiful laughter trailed off as she dove beneath the surface. Devon stood in shocked wonder for a moment before shrugging negligently. It had been a very long time since he had gone swimming, and he could think of no one he would rather do it with.
Cassie burst back to the surface, inhaling deeply . Her skin glimmered in the light of the s u n, her dress was tight against her and drops of water cl un g to her as she smiled beckoningly at him. Excitement spurted through him. She was tantalizing, irresistible, and completely delicious looking. He could not refuse her as he began to wade into the warm water.
He was only feet from her when her head tilted to the side, her eyebrows drew sharply together and irritation flitted over her delicate features. “What is that noise?” she mumbled.
“What noise?”
He cou ld hear nothing except for the gentle lapping of the waves against their skin. “Alarm,” she whispered.
And then she was gone. Horror and terror filled Devon as he looked frantically around for her. It took him a few moments to realize that she had simply awakened. She had not disappeared for good. H e still couldn ’ t help the disappointment that crashed over him in suffocating waves. He had wanted more time with her, wanted to enjoy her more, hold her more. He had not wanted this to end so soon.
Retreating from the lake he returned to the shore, ignoring the feel of the grass now. It did not matter as much without her here to enjoy it with him . Sighing, he slid to the ground, draping his arms over his knees he stared at the serene lake that Cassie had placed here. He want ed to know more about her. He w anted to know about her days at camp, her childhood, and life experiences both happy and sad. He wanted to know everything that there was to know about her, and he was tired of being avoided all the time.
He did not care about the confusion and doubt that resided inside of him ; d id not care about her strange
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