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Someone sat down beside me and I turned to see one of the guys from the bungee jumping group. I couldn’t remember his name though.
“Hey,” he smiled at me and then Trace. “What did you think of your jump?”
“It was pretty awesome,” Trace grinned. “That adrenaline rush I got when we fell—there’s nothing else like it.”
“It’s addicting,” the guy agreed. “What about you?” He nodded at me.
“I’m glad I did it. It was pretty spectacular.”
“Marcus said you guys were just passing through?” He questioned.
“Road trip,” Trace replied.
“I’ve always wanted to go on a road trip,” the guy said, stretching his legs out in front of him. “Never had the time though.” He stared out at the water for a moment and then jumped up. “Well, I’ll leave you two alone.” And with that, he sauntered off.
“That was…weird,” I mumbled.
Trace chuckled. “He thought you were hot and wanted to talk to you. You’re lucky I’m not the jealous type.”
“Oh please,” I rolled my eyes. “He did not think I was hot.”
“Trust me, he did. I’m a guy, I know these things,” he set his empty plate to the side. “He was trying not to look at your breasts. At least he didn’t look at your ass, ‘cause that’s all mine.”
“You are…” I shook my head, looking out at the lake. There were no words to describe Trace. He was one of a kind and I wouldn’t have him any other way.
“I’m what?” He prodded. “Sexy? Amazing? A great singer? Because I already know all of that,” he turned on his side, looking up at me.
“You’re just…you,” I shrugged, wrapping my arms around my legs.
“And there’s no one else I’d rather be,” he winked.
Sarah, Marcus’ six year old daughter, walked up behind Trace and tapped him on the shoulder. “Hi,” she waved at him.
“Hello, Princess Sarah,” Trace grinned crookedly as he rolled over to face her. “What can I do for you?”
“Will you dance with me?” She asked sweetly, holding out a small hand for Trace to take.
Marcus had turned on his iPod and hooked it up to a docking station. Music pumped around us and I found my head bobbing along as I smiled at the scene playing out before me.
“Sure, sweetie,” he smiled at her and I swear she blushed. Apparently, even small children weren’t immune to Trace’s charms.
He turned to me and whispered, “Don’t be jealous,” before hopping up and taking Sarah’s small hand. She led him away and I heard Trace tell her she was a bit too short for him. He swept her up into his arms, holding her close. Her giggle filled the air. She wrapped her arms around his neck as they swayed to the music. My heart swelled. In my mind, Trace wasn’t holding Sarah. Instead he was holding our daughter. I had always known Trace would make an amazing father, but I’d never seen him around kids before. He was a natural.
I watched them cl
osely, choked up on an emotion I couldn’t begin to describe. If it was possible, I fell a little bit more in love with him in that moment.
Jamie appeared in front of me, blocking my view of Trace and Sarah. He smiled, displaying a gap in his mouth from missing teeth.
“Come on,” he grabbed my hand, trying to pull me up, “they’re dancing. We should too.”
I laughed, taking his hand. Jamie was eight but he was almost my height. That’s what I got for being short.
“You’re pretty,” he said to me.
I laughed. “Thank you, Jamie. You’re quite handsome yourself.”
He beamed at that. “Dad says you’re staying the night at our house. You can sleep in my bed. I promise I don’t snore like my dad.”
