Pocketful of Sand
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“That’s not necessary,” I say.
Cole shifts his beautiful blue gaze over to me, pinning me with his stare. He doesn’t speak right away. Just melts me with those eyes. “I know. But since you didn’t get your muffins…”
“But that wasn’t your fault.”
He shrugs, his eyes dropping to Emmy. He winks at her before returning his attention to his menu. I look down to find her grinning behind her thumb. What is it about him that fascinates her? I can see it on her face as plainly as I can feel it on mine.
Maybe it’s a genetic weakness that I’ve passed on to her. Like Cole-holism or Cole addiction. He seems to draw her as inevitably as he draws me.
“That’s good enough for me, girls,” Jordan chimes in. “Never argue with a gorgeous man who wants to buy you things.” She beams a bright smile at Cole, who seems not to even notice as he continues studying the menu.
I end up ordering Emmy a grilled cheese and tater tots, not sure that she’ll even eat now, and I get myself a chicken sandwich. Jordan assures me that it’s to die for and the only thing that could make it better is a bloody mary.
“I’d better not, but thanks,” I reply mildly.
“What can I get for you, Cole? Anything you see making you hungry?” she asks, unflappable in her pursuit of his attention. I’m a little embarrassed for her. I’m thankful for her sake that she seems too intoxicated to really care if she’s making a fool of herself.
“Double cheeseburger combo. To go,” he says, putting the menu back in its place and standing. “I’ll be right back.”
He walks off, heading toward the universal sign for the men’s room. Jordan and I watch him go.
“Damn that man! He’s so good at resisting my charms. I do everything but throw it up on the table for him, but…nothing. Nada.” Her sigh is exaggerated. “I’ll wear him down eventually. He’s my Mount Everest.”
“How’s that?”
“He’s the one thing I’m determined to climb on top of if it kills me.”
She winks at me and then turns to yell at whomever does the cooking, someone named Raul if I understood her correctly. Then she sashays away, whistling and swinging her hips as she picks up her covered drink cup from behind the counter. I know she’s drained it dry when I hear the straw start sucking air. I can only imagine what was in it.
She carries away the cup, disappearing into the back, probably to refill it from her own stash. While she’s gone, Cole returns from the restroom.
He slides back onto his stool and, when he speaks, it’s without even looking at me. “I heard what Jason said.”
His voice is a quiet rumble that brings chills to my arms. I don’t think it would matter what he said, or where he or when he said it. I think I’d always react to that damn voice of his.
“Oh?”
He nods. “I don’t live far. Just up the road from you. The cabin on the beach,” he explains. I know exactly the one he’s referring to. It’s the only one that actually looks like a cabin. Emmy and I have passed it each and every time we’ve walked that way. “If you need anything when the weather gets bad, come find me.”
Somehow knowing where he lives seems…intimate. I’d say many people know where this man can be found, but I’d wager that he only told a very few of them. Yet here he is, basically inviting us into his life if we have a need. I feel honored almost, like he’s gifted us with something rare and precious.
“Thank you. I appreciate that.”
He turns to meet my eyes. And, again, I’m held. Effortlessly yet completely. Mercilessly. I feel like I can’t look away. Or maybe that I don’t want to. As though in doing so, I’d risk losing something exquisite. I don’t know why, but it feels…important, like we are slowly building something priceless.
“I can come by and check on you when the snow comes. If you want.”
“I’d hate to put you out.”
But I’d secretly love it if you showed up at my door. Every day. Forever.
He watches me intently before he replies. He says so little, chooses every word so carefully it seems, that it makes me wonder even more about him. Makes him even more fascinating.
“It’s no trouble. I promise,” he says in his rich, gravelly voice. A chill streaks down my arms again and I shudder the tiniest bit. Enough for Emmy to notice, though. She picks up her head and looks at me. I brush several dark strands from her cheek, stuck there where she was pressed against me.
“We certainly appreciate that, don’t we, Emmy?”
She turns her big green eyes to Cole and nods, her lips curving behind her thumb again.
He nods to her just as a bell chimes from somewhere behind the window that leads to the kitchen. I still haven’t seen anyone back there, although an explosion could’ve happened a foot away and I might not have noticed. That is how this man affects me. I should probably be afraid. Only I’m not. I’m more intrigued and more…captivated than I can ever remember being. Than I ever thought I could be.
Jordan comes rushing out, tucking her presumably full cup back behind the counter. She reaches in through the window and takes a bag from a hand that appears to come from out of nowhere. Maybe Raul is just really short.
She carries it back to Cole, holding it out like it’s an invitation to a sex party. “Enjoy,” she says in her throatiest voice.
Cole nods, impervious to her efforts, and throws a bill onto the bar. “That ought to cover it. Thanks, Jordan.”