Total pages in book: 69
Estimated words: 69398 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 347(@200wpm)___ 278(@250wpm)___ 231(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 69398 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 347(@200wpm)___ 278(@250wpm)___ 231(@300wpm)
The bathroom is ocean blue, and very outdated, but I kind of like it. The tub is large and has a very tropical feel.
The deck on the front of the cabin is small, but it boasts a great little swing chair. That chair looks out over some bushland, a trail, and in the distance you can see a touch of the ocean. I can get up every morning and walk to that ocean. I can swim, I can teach myself to surf, I can run, I can just sit with a book under a shady tree.
My heart aches for that kind of freedom and, finally, it’s at my fingertips.
I slowly unpack my things, wash my sheets, and give the cabin a general tidy up. The owner said it hasn’t been used in a few months, so there are fine layers of dust everywhere. It doesn’t bother me at all to clean. I spent years cleaning, and it’s one of the only times I find myself zoning out and disappearing into my own thoughts.
The sound of my phone ringing snaps me from those thoughts.
It’s Waverly.
“Hi, Waverly,” I say, answering it.
I sit on the edge of my sofa and discover it’s quite comfortable.
“How are you settling in, honey?”
“So far, so good. I’ve just been cleaning. It has been nice so far. Hopefully my first night is uneventful.”
“I don’t think it’s going to be.”
I purse my lips in confusion. “Why is that?”
“Bohdi is coming to you.”
My heart races immediately at the sound of his name. Bohdi is coming here? Why would he be coming here? Does he have my address? How? How did he find me so quickly?
“How does he know where I live?”
“The cabin is still listed. Don’t worry, I called the owner and told him to take it down as it contains the address. He did, but not before Bohdi managed to figure out that’s where you are. I think ... I think you should hear him out, honey. I really do.”
“I don’t want to hear him out,” I say, my voice shaky. “He has a wife and children, Waverly. A family he chose to leave.”
“I think you’ll find he had good reason for that ...”
“It doesn’t matter.”
“Just hear him out and make your mind up then. You two had something special—it would be a shame to see you lose that friendship.”
I exhale.
“Don’t panic, it’ll be okay. Listen, we’re going to come up for the weekend tomorrow, if you’re up for visitors this soon. I wouldn’t mind getting away after all the drama the club has had in the last few months.”
“That sounds wonderful. You’ll need to bring something to sleep on, or in ... I don’t have any spare beds.”
“We’ll cover it. See you tomorrow, and honey?”
“Yeah.”
“Hear him out.”
I hang up and turn, staring out the front door. Bohdi is going to be here, any moment, and I’m not sure I’m ready to face him. I’m not sure I want to hear what he has to say. I’m not sure I want to because if it makes sense, then I’m going to be caught in between the drama of him and his wife. Even if he has good reason, that doesn’t change the fact that she’s still here and she is married to him.
She’s not going anywhere, anytime soon.
That means it’s going to hurt for me.
I can’t take any more hurt.
I’ll hear him out, but then, I will let him go.
It’s the only way this will work.
The only way.
BOHDI ARRIVES AN HOUR later. I hear the sound of his bike rumbling down the driveway, disrupting the perfect silence. I’ve had a shower, cleaned until there was nothing else to clean, and grabbed myself a glass of wine and sat on my front swing. The nerves in my stomach are eating me alive. It’s already midafternoon, does he plan on staying? That thought terrifies me. The whole idea of him being here terrifies me.
A moment after his bike stops, he rounds the corner looking so god damned perfect it hurts me to stare at him. He’s a surfer deep down, but a biker on the outside. His long blond hair is swept into a ponytail at the base of his neck. His skin is bronze, making the scar on his cheek more pronounced. I never asked him where he got that scar. His eyes, hazel with specks of blue, are crystal clear and so intense you can’t look at them for any length of time. I’ve never seen eyes quite like his.
He’s wearing his jacket, a pair of blue jeans, and a tight, black tee beneath it. His boots are thick and heavy, and he looks so unique. He is so different to the rest of them. They’re tough and terrifying, Bohdi is terrifying in his own right, but he holds this beauty that shines well beyond the leather. Bohdi is his own person, the kind you rarely find.