tension burning of him. Reaching for his phone
he pressed Forrest’s numb er and connected the phone to the car.
“What are you wearing today? Scrubs or farmer’s shoes?” Adam asked when Forrest
answered his phone.
“Which one do you like best?” His friend
asked on speaker. “I hear wind. That means you’re still not getting any so y ou took your baby for a ride?”
“You must be in scrubs. You’re in doctor
mode.”
Forrest was the island’s most eligible
doctor. When he wasn’t running his clinic, he was usually on his parents’ farm
working or catching waves with the boys, the reason for Ada m’s call. He checked the neon numbers indicating the late
morning. The strong waves were long gone.
“Paddle boarding?”
“Can’t. Two jerks came up with this
idea of a wine tasting, food festival and every year, it gets bigger and
crazier.” Forrest complained with feigned frustration. “I’m closing shop in two
hours and heading to the farm since we have to supply food to a certain re staurant in Menemsha and a bar downtown.”
The restaurant belonged to Adam. Vapor
was a partnership venture between Adam and Jason.
“How about tomorrow?” Forrest proposed. “First thing in the morning before the
madness starts. We’re supposed to get some str ong waves.”
Just what Adam needed, a fight with the ocean. The waves would
be stubborn and try to take him down. He was ready for the battle. “It’s a
date.”
Forrest chuckled. “I don’t put out
though.”
“You’re not my type. Apparently, I
prefer willowy wome n with short hair.”
Forrest laughed a little harder. “First Blake, then Jason, and now you. All the greats have fallen.”
Adam snorted. “Don’t confuse lust for the other L word.”
“First sign is denial. You can’t even say the word.”
“Love,” he muttered to sp ite his
friend. “Happy, asshole?”
“And stubborn as hell.” Forrest laughed again. “Yeah, you’re a
dead man. Gotta go. See you first thing tomorrow.”
Adam disconnected the call and steered
the car along the rolling hills of the island, passing sheep farms, w inding country roads lined with vegetable stands and
colorful harbors bustling with boats. He belonged in two worlds. All his life
he balanced it well. In Italy, he kept a condo in the city and loved the fast
life but Chilmark was home. His
serenity.
He st eered the
car along the wooded area to his house and maneuvered the vehicle with ease
along the roughness of the unpaved road. Once inside, he kicked off his shoes
and welcomed the coolness of the wooden floor against his feet, and made his
way to the laun dry room to locate a pair of swim
trunks before going to the shed house for his board. He hoisted it under his
arm and walked down the hilly path onto the beach. Ahead of him, the calm,
peaceful sea stretched out as far as he could see.
One of the perks of living on two and a half acres of land, and in a town with
a population of less than a thousand people, was privacy. On most days he had the
water to himself, like today. In Italy and the world of racing, he was
considered famous, but on the island, excep t for an
occasional tourist approaching him, he was left alone. He was a local.
He placed the board on the water and
jumped in. Since he’d left his wetsuit behind, the icy
water stung his skin, a welcome reprieve from the racing in his mind. Adam jumped on the board, adjusted his weight for balance, pushed off and
began paddling, floating smoothly on the light waves.
And then there was nothing but the sound
of his board skimming through the water, the occasional sight of birds landing
smoothly on the sea, b ut soon returned to the sky,
the splash of enthusiastic fish, and the freedom cry of seagulls filling the
scene.
Peace.
He found that in three places, racing,
the water, and buried deep between Lily’s legs. He groaned. The taste of her
sweet lips still lin gered on his mouth like the smell
of summer rain. He ached to kiss
he pressed Forrest’s numb er and connected the phone to the car.
“What are you wearing today? Scrubs or farmer’s shoes?” Adam asked when Forrest
answered his phone.
“Which one do you like best?” His friend
asked on speaker. “I hear wind. That means you’re still not getting any so y ou took your baby for a ride?”
“You must be in scrubs. You’re in doctor
mode.”
Forrest was the island’s most eligible
doctor. When he wasn’t running his clinic, he was usually on his parents’ farm
working or catching waves with the boys, the reason for Ada m’s call. He checked the neon numbers indicating the late
morning. The strong waves were long gone.
“Paddle boarding?”
“Can’t. Two jerks came up with this
idea of a wine tasting, food festival and every year, it gets bigger and
crazier.” Forrest complained with feigned frustration. “I’m closing shop in two
hours and heading to the farm since we have to supply food to a certain re staurant in Menemsha and a bar downtown.”
The restaurant belonged to Adam. Vapor
was a partnership venture between Adam and Jason.
“How about tomorrow?” Forrest proposed. “First thing in the morning before the
madness starts. We’re supposed to get some str ong waves.”
Just what Adam needed, a fight with the ocean. The waves would
be stubborn and try to take him down. He was ready for the battle. “It’s a
date.”
Forrest chuckled. “I don’t put out
though.”
“You’re not my type. Apparently, I
prefer willowy wome n with short hair.”
Forrest laughed a little harder. “First Blake, then Jason, and now you. All the greats have fallen.”
Adam snorted. “Don’t confuse lust for the other L word.”
“First sign is denial. You can’t even say the word.”
“Love,” he muttered to sp ite his
friend. “Happy, asshole?”
“And stubborn as hell.” Forrest laughed again. “Yeah, you’re a
dead man. Gotta go. See you first thing tomorrow.”
Adam disconnected the call and steered
the car along the rolling hills of the island, passing sheep farms, w inding country roads lined with vegetable stands and
colorful harbors bustling with boats. He belonged in two worlds. All his life
he balanced it well. In Italy, he kept a condo in the city and loved the fast
life but Chilmark was home. His
serenity.
He st eered the
car along the wooded area to his house and maneuvered the vehicle with ease
along the roughness of the unpaved road. Once inside, he kicked off his shoes
and welcomed the coolness of the wooden floor against his feet, and made his
way to the laun dry room to locate a pair of swim
trunks before going to the shed house for his board. He hoisted it under his
arm and walked down the hilly path onto the beach. Ahead of him, the calm,
peaceful sea stretched out as far as he could see.
One of the perks of living on two and a half acres of land, and in a town with
a population of less than a thousand people, was privacy. On most days he had the
water to himself, like today. In Italy and the world of racing, he was
considered famous, but on the island, excep t for an
occasional tourist approaching him, he was left alone. He was a local.
He placed the board on the water and
jumped in. Since he’d left his wetsuit behind, the icy
water stung his skin, a welcome reprieve from the racing in his mind. Adam jumped on the board, adjusted his weight for balance, pushed off and
began paddling, floating smoothly on the light waves.
And then there was nothing but the sound
of his board skimming through the water, the occasional sight of birds landing
smoothly on the sea, b ut soon returned to the sky,
the splash of enthusiastic fish, and the freedom cry of seagulls filling the
scene.
Peace.
He found that in three places, racing,
the water, and buried deep between Lily’s legs. He groaned. The taste of her
sweet lips still lin gered on his mouth like the smell
of summer rain. He ached to kiss
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