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“Ifeel like I might be at a disadvantage here,” Laine said two days later, holding up her left hand in the splint. It was Saturday afternoon and Carson had finished his last shift of the week this morning. He said he didn’t need much sleep or he wouldn’t sleep much tonight and was now on days for a few weeks.
She knew she’d have to adapt to his schedule changing like it was, but on the island he worked two weeks of nights and it was normally over the weekend when things would be busier. Then he was days during the week, sometimes weekends.
He’d explained that they couldn’t always get a radiologist in the hospital on the island nights so imaging would be read in Boston or Plymouth by the first person who could get to them in the hospital there. He hated that patients had to wait, but it was the nature of the business and living on the island.
She supposed she was lucky to break her finger when he was working that night or she could have been there much longer than she was.
“I’ll help you throw it,” he said. “Have your right hand on top and your left on the bottom, your pinky not even touching. You should be fine.”
“Or I could just throw it one handed,” she said, laughing. They’d just walked to the ax throwing part of the building. They had indoor and outdoor stalls. Today was too nice of a day to do it indoors and had made their reservations for outdoors.
“If you had great control and were experienced, sure,” he said.
“If you’ve never done it before, how come you can tell me how to do it?” she asked grinning.
“I might have been watching videos of it this morning,” he admitted. “Plus I’ve seen it on TV. Why do you think I wanted to do it?”
“I wonder how many accidents occur with ax throwing?” she asked, frowning.
“That would be a question for Hudson. But it’s not going to happen here,” he said, tugging on a lock of her hair.
She felt like a schoolgirl right now.
Laine couldn’t remember the last time she was this excited over doing something on her list. Or maybe it was being on the date that had her feeling this way.
The same tingles that were in her body on Thursday when they were having dinner and then he had to leave for work.
The fact that he’d made the time to meet with her went a long way.
When he’d asked her the personal question about ever being mad or upset, she’d felt she had to show him she was human. He gave her a personal example back and she was happy.
They got to the desk and Carson gave his name and they signed the consent forms. They’d had to fill everything out online prior.
“I had no idea there was even one on the island,” she said. “I mean I knew this park was here.”
It’d been put up a few years ago. Being on the town board, she knew almost everything that was built in the time she was here.
The park was owned by Kyle Raymond who was part of the Bond family. He had a lot of business ventures on the island that catered toward tourism.
This place had mini golf, an arcade, a pool hall and laser tag inside. No paintball, but there wasn’t that much land available, she was guessing. The laser tag and pool hall were upstairs where the building had been added a few years ago. She supposed it was to make room for the ax throwing. There was an addition off the back of the building that had a high ceiling and two stalls.
“I believe this might be new to the park,” he said. “Kyle is good at changing things with the trends. They have leagues where those living on the island can come year round. I know the same with the pool hall too.”
“Good to know,” she said. “Not that I’ve got a lot of time to join a league but having activities like this year round is good for the residents.”
“It is,” he said. “I believe my family has done an excellent job making island living more attractive. It’s hard to find employees I’ve heard again and again.”
“And medical professionals to move here too,” she said.
“I like that you know those things. That you understand island living. It’s not for everyone.”
“No,” she said. “But you came here when you didn’t grow up here.”
“It’s changed so much since we were kids. My sister, Ava, was the last to move here. I didn’t think she would have. She was in Plymouth and doing her mandatory time here. When theposition opened up full time she jumped on it. My parents will most likely retire here fully. They love we are all close by, but the home in Boston will always be there too.”
“You never said, do you have to ever work in Boston?” she asked.
“No,” he said. “When I was in Boston, I had to come here. I volunteered more than most. It was easy to stay with Hudson and then when they needed someone full time, I just slid in. Not many were jumping at it anyway.”
