Total pages in book: 75
Estimated words: 73716 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 369(@200wpm)___ 295(@250wpm)___ 246(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 73716 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 369(@200wpm)___ 295(@250wpm)___ 246(@300wpm)
We ate just like that, in companionable silence.
And forty-two minutes later, both freshly showered and lying in bed, we fell asleep to the sound of our cabin TV blaring on and on with what we could expect from the next port.
Chapter 12
I may not be that funny, athletic, smart or good looking…I forgot where I was going with this, but I do know how to shoot.
-T-shirt
Audrey
I shivered, and Tobias threw his arm around my shoulders.
“You want to go back to the room and get your jacket?”
I placed my computer down onto the pool lounger, and nodded quickly.
“Yes, yes I do,” I stated firmly. “Give me the key card and I’ll run down there.”
He gave me a look that clearly said ‘yeah, right’ and shook his head. “You can’t even find your way to the dining room. Why the hell would I give you the key when I know that you’re just going to get lost, and I don’t have a way to contact you?”
My mouth dropped open in affront! “No!”
He snorted.
“Come on.”
I tried to be mad, but to be honest, the man was right. I had the sense of direction of a lame duck that couldn’t follow the flock in front of him to get to where he needed to be.
Something that I realized after we’d gotten back onto the boat from our excursion.
After our nap this afternoon, I’d decided not to wake him and go for a small walk around deck six. I not only ended up getting lost on the way to the deck, but I also wasn’t able to find my way back to the room.
A cabin steward had to point me in the direction so I could find my way back.
When I finally arrived there, I found Tobias, face filled with worry, pacing the hallway outside our door.
After sheepishly telling him I’d gotten lost, he just shook his head and then guided us in the direction of lunch.
“Before we go, I want to grab a Coke,” I said as I walked toward the bar. “I’m still tasting those freakin’ shitty biscuits I had for dinner.”
Tobias snorted and dropped his hat—which, might I add, looked fucking amazing on him—to the chair and slipped on his shoes.
Once he was ready, he held his arm out for me to take and led the way to the bar.
My feet stalled nearly the moment it came into view.
Today, Mr. Creeper from the blanket issuing station was the bartender, and I wanted to vomit when he asked me what I wanted.
I shook my head and started to back away. “I changed my mind,” I lied. “I want to go get a milkshake instead.”
Tobias looked at me with a confused expression, and then his eyes went back to the man behind the bar, before nodding once.
Thankful that he’d agreed so readily, I smiled apologetically. “There was no way in hell I was drinking a drink he got me.”
Tobias snorted. “None?”
“None,” I agreed. “The man gives me the freakin’ creeps.”
Tobias hummed. “Do you do that often?”
“What?” I asked as Tobias led me down the side of the ship to the opposite bar, completely bypassing the milkshake place since he knew I didn’t really want one.
“Get feelings about people,” he answered, stopping at a different bar and showing the bartender my drink card. “Can I have a Coca-Cola, please?”
The bartender nodded and went to work on my drink, and I turned to stare at Tobias as we waited.
“You mean the feelings I get when a certain person makes me uncomfortable?” I clarified.
He nodded.
The move made the muscles in his neck strain slightly, and my eyes became glued to the movement.
His chuckle, however, had me glancing back up at him.
“What?” I blushed.
“Nothing.” He shook his head and reached for the Coke that the bartender handed him. “And yes, that’s what I mean. Do you get certain ‘feelings’ about people that you meet?”
I shrugged. “Yes, and no.”
He stared, so I expounded.
“Most of the time I only get good or bad vibes,” I explained. “For instance, there was this one time when I was ten or so, my brother brought this friend home who just made me uneasy. He’d always offer to let me and my cousin drive his newer SUV in the field right by our house, and my cousin always took him up on it, but I didn’t. Being around him made my skin itchy.”
“A few years after that, my brother had some stuff come up missing. It wasn’t long before he had the police at our door to return the stuff that he’d stolen. Turns out that he’d not only taken stuff from him, but all of his friends. His other friends, however, hadn’t been as well off as us and had confronted him. Turns out he’d stolen thousands and thousands of dollars worth of stuff from everyone. He went to jail.”