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"Put a pin in our conversation, I have to take this call," I explained.
I carefully listened as the therapist excitedly told me a specialist had been added to their staff and she was referring me for treatment. When I asked Joyce what kind of therapist, I was shocked with she told me he was a hypnotist who specialized in restoring the memory of patients with head injuries. "When can I book an appointment?" I asked. "Next week? Perfect!"
"What! A hypnotist…” Ariel said, her eyes widening, “who can restore your memory? Awesome!”
"I need to call Amy to see if she can drive me...."
"No. I'll call Amy to see if she can babysit and I'll drive you. I think it's best if you have a family member with you in case some questions arise that only someone that knows your history can answer!"
“That would be great. I really appreciate you.” I hugged Ariel goodbye. Retracing my steps back to the guest house, I immediately called Chase to tell him about my appointment with the hypnotist.
Chapter Seven
Chase
"Get your hat!"
Meagan let out a bewildered laugh as she brushed away the strands of hair, dancing around her face. "What hat? I don't have one!"
“You're kidding? Hold on a minute," I said, setting a course for Avalon Bay. "There are a couple to choose from below in the main cabin.... straw or cloth?"
"Surprise me… wait!" Meagan grasped the wheel and gestured to the boat, tailing us. "I'm no sailor. So how do we make sure this thing moves in the right direction, and why is there a boat named Old Yeller in our wake?"
"We're on autopilot, and that's our security detail. Just because we left town doesn't mean we don't need someone to keep an eye on things."
"Oh. I see,” Meagan peaked over her sunglasses for a better look and continued, “it would be nice to just enjoy some peacefulness." Then she arranged her deck chair, so she wasn't facing the boat and laid back in her bikini, working on her tan.
I had kept my promise, arriving early, and picking up Meagan with plenty of time before our scheduled departure. However, no sooner had we pulled up to the marina than nostalgia set in. After a quick shopping trip for some essentials, it was like old times, at least to a point. We joked and playfully argued about what we wanted to eat and what kind of sunscreen to get. Still, we were both a bit wary of each other, unwilling to make a mistake by saying the wrong thing or doing something that would piss the other person off. Yet, with eager anticipation, we left the mainland on time for our romantic getaway to Catalina Island.
I took a sip of my beer, feeling slightly sheepish since Meagan diligently drank only water or tea. Finally, I slowed up as we approached Avalon Bay. “We should be docking shortly," I announced.
"Already? You're quite the captain. I never imagined you as the boating type — golf or some other kind of men's sports, but not this." Meagan gestured toward the quaint shops that dotted the sidewalks of Avalon. I'm thrilled that you had this idea! It's a mystery to me why I haven't visited Catalina before now."
"Me either. But I wasn't raised here. You and Guy were."
"I know. It's crazy," Meagan agreed.
As we waited on the ship's deck for someone to help with our lines, I glanced over at Meagan, who had taken off her hat and was leisurely running her fingers through her hair. Standing on the deck she slipped a white cotton mini dress over her bikini. She seemed almost angelic. Mini dresses had always been Meagan's signature style. She had never been shy about showing off her tan and shapely legs. I was completely thrilled to discover the incident hadn't changed her personality the least little bit, and holding back my desire to have her again was becoming downright painful.
"It's almost time for me to take my evening meds — so where can we grab something to eat?" Meagan inquired, her stomach grumbling as if in agreement.
"Mitch recommended a spot called Crabby Joe's," I added, embracing her shoulder as we strolled along the dock. "It's not too far if we stay on the boardwalk."
Not long after, Meagan was peeking up over her menu. "I think I'll try the grilled snapper with a salad. What about you?"
"I'm thinking crab legs." I paused and studied their collection of exotic beers, and was tempted to order one but instead opted for sparkling water. "I'm going to pass on the alcohol." I looked up at Meagan and winked. "I think I've had enough already today. I'd hate to get too wiped out."
Meagan grinned, "Never wiped you out before...."
"How do you know? You were too drunk to notice." I told her, smirking. "So, after dinner, you wanna go down to the beach, strip down, go skinny dipping? You know, wash the salt off our skin."
Meagan gasped, "We might get arrested."
"Ahh, so you’ve lost your sense of adventure?’
Her lips morphed into a devilish grin when she whispered, "I'll show you my sense of adventure. You're on, big guy!"
"I'll show you 'big guy!" I teased.
