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to
let it cool down even more while we are putting our stuff away. I put all of my
loose items that I left in the car back into my backpack. I'm ready to sit and
I climb in. He closes my door and walks around to hop in the driver's seat. “We're
just going to head down the hill to the beach. It won't take but a few minutes.”
    “Okay.” I lean my head
back against the seat and soak up the air conditioning. It was a fast trip down
to the beach so I reach in the back for my backpack and get my flip flops out.
Can't go on a beach without them. Well, unless you are going for a run. I
might just go barefoot even then.
    Out of the corner of my
eye, I notice he's watching me take off my shoes. When I take off my socks, I
see the marks left from them. Dang it . I guess I will look stupid for a
little while with the millions of tiny fuzzy imprints on my feet. I slip on my
flip flops and I'm ready to go. “You really did think of everything for
our outing, didn't you?” he asks.
    “You have no idea.
Thinking about it kept me up at night, but I tried to pack for any
circumstance.” Seeing the sandals in my bag again makes me wonder why the hell
I brought them to dress up a Gators t-shirt. Internally, I shake my head. What
a dumbass . That's what I get for over-thinking it.
    Drew cuts into my
thoughts. “You could've called me. I have a hard time sleeping most nights.”
    “Oh, yeah. Let me call
up a complete stranger in the middle of the night. Sure.”
    “Well, I'm not a
stranger anymore, Rebecca. You can call me anytime, day or night.” He gives me
a wink and a smile.
    We arrive down at the
beach. He gets out and walks around to open my door. He offers his hand. I
accept it and slide out of the Hummer. “I guess you aren't a stranger anymore.
I still don't know you very well, but definitely not a stranger.”
    Feeling more
comfortable with him, I join our left hands together, bring his arm over my
shoulder, and wrap my right arm around his waist. Side-by-side, we walk
together out onto the beach.
    It's so lovely out
here. Peaceful. Florida seems to have so many more people on the beaches, not
to mention screaming kids every five feet. It's not like that here at all. We
just stand and soak up the scenery. I'd really love to sit and relax. “Can
I borrow your keys to run and get my beach towel? I'd really like to sit
without getting too sandy.”
    “How about you pick out
a spot and I will go back to the truck?”
    “Okay.”
    I look around for a
spot with a good view of everything. I bet this place is amazing at sunset. I
must come back...preferably with Drew. He returns fairly quickly, but doesn't
have my beach towel. I scowl. He grins and puts up his hand to stop me before I
begin to scold him. “I had a blanket in the back of my truck. Some guys
do come prepared. Well, at least somewhat prepared.” My scowl fades and a
slight smile turns up in one corner. That little...
    He snaps the blanket
open and places it neatly on the sand. I walk to the edge of the blanket
closest to the water and sit, leaving my feet still on the sand. I slip off my
flip flops and clap them together, wipe the little bit of sand off of my feet,
and place them cleanly on the blanket. I hear laughter coming from behind me. “You
sure are particular, aren't you?”
    “What are you talking
about?”
    “You, with the shoes
and the sand and everything,” he says, circling his arm in the air encompassing
me and the blanket.
    “I just don't like to lie
in sand or get it in my clothes. Do you?”
    “Well, no. But the way
you did it all was a bit…anal retentive?” he says, somewhat shyly.
    “I have had lots of
practice doing it.” He follows my lead and leaves his feet off of the blanket.
I scoot back a little and lie down. I feel a little weird out here in my jeans,
and I know I'm going to be sweating really soon. A moment later, he lies
down next to me. Not too close, but close enough to make the fire inside burn hotter.
He reaches for my