I absolutely regret saying that now…
I followed him over to the picnic basket and wondered how he’d managed to get the normally still lake water to appear so “ocean-like”: It was lapping up over the sand every few seconds, forming large scale waves that crashed over each other again and again.
“I had this made especially for you,” he handed me a plate of weird green balls that were swimming in a pukish-yellow sauce.
“Eeeww!” the look of it almost made me vomit. “What the hell is this? It looks disgusting!”
“Spinach and ricotta gnudi,” he smirked. “Your favorite.”
“Very funny… Aren’t you glad I was so easy going today?”
“Ha! You’re not easy-going at all Selena,” he laughed. “But I think I like you anyway.”
I blushed and took a grape off his plate. “I’m not sure if I like you or not yet…How far does this sand stretch out?”
“Ten miles total, five miles both ways.”
Wow…
“You didn’t spend your life’s savings on this project did you? Actually, don’t answer that. I have something for you,” I reached into my jeans and handed him the hundred thousand dollar check. “You might need this someday.”
He laughed heartily and pushed it back towards me. “I can afford it. Trust me. It was the best purchase I’ve made all year…Would you like to go for a walk before the sun sets?”
I didn’t answer him, but the next thing I knew, he was slipping my shoes off and pulling me to my feet.
“I want to know everything there is to know about you, Selena—the real Selena Ross, not the Hollywood one,” he wrapped his arm around my shoulders and guided me down the sand.
I lay next to Ethan in the hammock and sighed.
“Don’t stop,” he caressed my face. “I’m listening.”
“My dad used to take me to the Gulf Shore beaches in Alabama every summer,” I looked at him. “Like clockwork, every last weekend of July, he would treat me and my mom to a trip to the beach and it would always be amazing…That’s what I remember most about him. He stayed true to his word and he never let me down.”
“He went to all your recitals and shows?”
“Every last one,” I smiled. “When Sweet Seasons started to get profitable for my mom, I was in middle school. My mom was still learning how to run a business and she didn’t have the staff that she has now, so she had to work a whole lot of hours…My dad was the one taking me dress shopping for pageants and going with me to auditions. We got to bond a lot that way.”
“How did he die?”
“He had a heart attack when I was fifteen. I don’t think it hit me until I was nineteen though.”
“I’m sorry.”
“I really hate that he never got to see me make it, you know? He always told me that if I did, I should never change…I clearly did the exact opposite.”
“I’m sure he’s still very proud of you, Selena.”
“You think so?” I turned on my side.
“I do. He probably thinks that fake pregnancy was a genius idea.”
“It was genius! Do you know how much time went into planning that? I had to watch hours and hours of videos to research how pregnant women walked, how they sat, everything! I played the hell out of that part! I wish I could’ve let the public in on it; I would’ve definitely gotten an Oscar!”
Ethan shook his head and laughed.
“Do you think that makes me a horrible person though? That I was willing to do all that just to get my name in the papers? What about the fake wedding and all those lies I told?”
“You’re not a bad person at all Selena…You didn’t have your friends or family to talk to, so you used the only thing you did have and you got a bit carried away.”
He’s not judging me?
“Well, I’m trying to change that now. Anyway, I feel like I’ve been talking nonstop, Ethan. It’s your turn!”
“What do you want to know?”
“Everything…”
He told me he’d spent most of his life in Boston and was in town to do some research for his company—an expanding beverage venture. He said he loved being outdoors and had a zest for international traveling. He even told me about the closest he came to having his heart broken, when a woman named Darcy dumped him out of the blue, after a year of serious dating.
We cuddled underneath a fluffy yellow blanket and continued to watch the sun set, tickling each other whenever things became too quiet.
When I noticed that the fire pit was dying and the sky was fading to black, I tapped his shoulder. “It’s getting late. Shouldn’t we head back now?”
“Not unless you want to miss the best part.”
“Huh? What are you talking about?”
“You’ll see.”
“I don’t see anything! You’re not trying to seduce me out here are you?” I could sense him smiling.
“No, Selena. I’m not trying to do that…”
“Well, let’s go. I can watch a pitch dark sky from the windows of my hotel room. I don’t need to—”