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“What are you wearing?” Mom asks. I look down at his clothes on me and smile.
“That doesn’t matter, Mom. We need to talk.”
“About what?” Dad asks, sitting back at the table.
“The Evergreen Orphanage.”
“What about it?”
“We need to make an unannounced visit to it today. Now. I’m going to change, and we’re going.”
“Why?”
“I have it on good authority that something is going on there. When was the last time you went there?”
“Now that you mention it, I have no idea. It’s been at least since 2007 or so.”
“How is that possible?” Mom asks.
“We’re going to find out,” I vow.
And I do just that.
CHAPTER TEN
CHRISTOPHER
TWO DAYS LATER
This is torture. For two days, I have been pining like a dumbass for a girl I am never going to have. Well, have again. My mind replays our time together over and over. After that first time, we came up for air, to eat, and to talk, but we always wrapped around one another in the throes of passion. I took her so many times over those two days that I thought we would be melded together by the time it was over. But, just as expected when the snow was cleared and she could get home, she left. “What the hell did you expect, moron.” I curse myself, tossing my equipment in the back of my truck.
I have been walking around like a lost puppy since she left, tail between my legs, wanting something I will never have. Sure, she slummed it while she had to, but now she has her pick of princes, dukes, and lords. I am a mere subject. “I have to get out of here.” Once all of my stuff is in my truck and my house is locked up for the day, I go to the market and grab the list of offerings. When it is time for fishermen to go out for the catch, the markets in town all come together and calculate what they are willing to offer for an order. The fishmonger then takes those amounts and creates a pay scale according to size for that day. That is the hard part about this way of life. Depending on the demand, the money to be made is different from day to day.
According to this scale, today, we could walk away with three hundred dollars for a catch of over twenty pounds. When they removed themselves from Britain, they also converted to the U.S. Dollar. Chances are none of us are going to come away with that amount. The oceans have been depleting lately thanks to global warming and our fish have been migrating.
“Are you ready for another dry day?” Sally Sue, one of the fisherwomen on the dock, hollers from her boat.
“Let’s try being optimistic, eh.” I am saying it to her, but I don't feel it myself.
Loaded up, I reach into my pocket to pull out the charm I use for luck, and a piece of paper comes out with it. I am unsure what it is until I see her delicate handwriting on it. Right before she left, she wrote her number down on this piece of paper and handed it to me. “Thank you for everything, Christopher. Keep this. Use it if you want.” Those were her last words to me. There was something sad in her eyes. I would like to think it was because she was leaving me because Lord knows I was feeling all the things about her walking away after I felt her pussy wrapped around my cock, but what was I going to do?
Now, staring down at this piece of paper with the most tempting digits on it, I feel inadequate and silly for even thinking about calling her. Before I do something stupid, I crumble it up in my hands and toss it on the ground. I put my key in the engine and guide my boat out of the harbor with the rest of them.
Two hours in, and I already know today will be a bust, not just because of the lack of fish. No, because my mind has been on Anya only. There is not a second that I don’t hear her expelling my name when I am rutting inside of her, telling her she is the most precious thing in the world to me. Not a minute goes by when I can't picture her riding me, her head thrown back with his wildfire hair covering those cherry-colored nipples I love to suck. And not an hour when I miss her hand in mind and the smile she gives me when I say something she thinks is funny.
“I can’t do this.” I restart my engine and head back toward the dock. I am the first boat to arrive mostly because it is way too early to be returning, but I am drowning on land right now, and I need a life buoy.
“Back so soon Svensson?”
“Yeah I was just not in the right spot.” I tell him, pulling my crate from the boat.
That happens. Is something bothering you?” Mal has been the fishmonger here for as long as I can remember. When I turned sixteen and realized all I would ever be was an ice fisherman, I came to him to learn the ropes. As a matter of fact, he sold me my first boat as an in-kind sort of wage for loading on his dock in payment and helped me fix it.
“I just think I just need to get away for a while. Test the waters in another spot for a bit.” His eyebrow raises, and then he taps his chin.
“I have a buddy who is looking for an instructor for a couple of weeks to help with his new fisherman up the coast. It's a travel stipend and a one-time payment. Should I tell him you’re coming?” I don’t give it a second thought.
“Yes. I will leave first thing.” I have got to get my head on straight and out of the clouds. It is time to forget about Anya and remember I am no one.
