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After putting in my time, Izzy finally showed up to replace me on the stand, taking the last shift of the day and allowing me to head back into the office to finish paperwork. I promptly called Tanner to make sure he’d be in the following day, the punk, then worked on the next week’s schedule.
It was frustrating. I understood having to work around their schedules for school or second jobs. Hell, I’d worked the lifeguard stand all through college and been promoted to the lead spot right at graduation. But some of these guys didn’t make it easy, like Tanner. He constantly called off after partying. He had no second job or college. He was a party boy. Whatever.
My staff mostly sucked, the job was frustrating, and the new boss was hardly ever in. Eric Cohen had only been in charge for a few months, but he hadn’t made my life any easier.
I rubbed my face.
Then there was the surfer, Jax. Man, wouldn’t I love a taste of that. Not that the guy would ever be into me.
And what had happened with the mysterious vanishing rip current? I’d never seen a strong current like that simply vanish. And now that I thought about it, had the water been glowing?
I shook my head. I was overworked and imagining things and desperately needed a stiff drink and a good night’s sleep. And a staff that didn’t call off.
I logged out of the computer and grabbed my wallet from the desk. I’d had enough of this day. But I thought about Jax on the short drive home, and those thoughts circled endlessly, getting nowhere, and it was all for nothing, anyway. Dreaming of a more exciting life, a purposeful life, or even one that had less stress didn’t matter. It all seemed out of reach.
The next day, Mia called off. Again. That girl tried hard, but she had constant drama going on. I was so over it—over all of it.
I would have to call a team meeting to sort this shit out and set the staff straight. In the meantime, I leaned back in my chair with my hands behind my head and thought about the interesting fantasy I had going on about running off with a certain hot surfer. Jax obviously wasn’t interested, but the fantasy stuck around—maybe because I needed some fun and excitement in this otherwise shitty life.
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Lynn Michaels lives and writes in Tampa, Florida where the sun is hot and the Sangria is cold. Lynn writes Male/Male romance because she believes everyone deserves a happy ending. Her stories don’t follow any set guidelines or ideas but come from her heart and contain love in many forms.
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Chapter two
Neil Makes a Date
Ihadtocoverthe beach again. It’s not that I didn’t enjoy it—sunshine, fresh air, the roar of the surf breaking. Hell, that’s what led me to start training to be a lifeguard in the first place, but today, it would also mean having to be in the office half the night to catch up onpaperwork—the worst part of the job. Aside from my employees calling off.
Maybe I kind of missed being in the sun and out on the sand more. It seemed the only time I took the stand lately was when someone called off work. Maybe I needed to fix that problem.
Sunglasses covered my eyes, and the scent of sunscreen wafted up. Classic coconut. Working at Palm Oasis, where I grew up, felt like home. In the distance, surfers floated on their boards, waiting to catch their perfect waves, and I sighed as I watched them. It was home, but what else might be out there, waiting for me to make a change? Did I want this sedate life where the most exciting thing to happen was almost not saving some chick caught in the rip current?
Two surfers jumped to their feet, riding the same wave. One seemed out of control. They were about to crash. I stood, preparing to rescue one or both of them. Then the other surfer lifted his arms higher over his head, and the wave shifted—changed direction. Was it glowing green? I had only seen something like that once before.Recently.
Wait, that’s Jax.
I put my whistle to my lips and blew out three short bursts, motioned for the surfers to come in, and walked to the edge of the water as they drifted in.
“What’s up, boss?” Of course, the crazy, out-of-control surfer was Tanner.
I rolled my eyes, head,andshoulders. “I should not have to lecture you on safety, Tanner. When’s your next shift? Because I swear to God, if you call off, I’m firing you.”
