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“Nothing.”
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Marlow
“We’re not goingto another wedding are we?”
Patrick unloaded our bags from the rental car.
“Do you see any wedding shit?”
“Does it seem like I enjoy surprises?” I shot back. The driveway comprised of sand and oyster shells?
He unlocked the front door to the cottage. “Does it seem like you enjoy anything?”
“Weren’t you bragging not so long ago about something you claim I enjoyed very much?”
He dropped our things in the foyer. I peered around him.
“What do you think?”
Turquoise water and white sand awaited just past the sea oats.
“Where are we?”
“Rosemary Beach.”
I cradled Blake to my chest and made tracks across the open living space to the wall of sliding glass doors.
“Is that?”
“The Gulf of Mexico? It is.”
“How’d you find this place?” I yanked on the handle, but the door didn’t budge. He reached around and flicked the lock. With a scrape, it slid open, a blast of salt air hitting my face.
“The internet.”
I set Blake on a lounger and sat on the end of it, tugging off my boots and socks. As quickly as I could, I rolled up my leggings to my knees.
“You ready for this?” I scooped Blake up. When my feet hit the sand, I stopped and wiggled my toes in it. “It’s soft.”
“Damn. It is.”
“This is exactly what I always pictured,” I mumbled toward the water. It gently lapped against the shore, nothing like the big waves of the Atlantic.
“I thought Florida was supposed to be warm.” Patrick shrugged off his jacket and draped it around my shoulders.
He shivered with a particularly brutal slice of wind.
I moved toward the shore. Blake squealed as the water hit my feet. “It’s freezing,” I shrieked, jumping back. Sand coated my wet feet. Blake squealed again. “Okay,” I said, setting him on his wobbly feet.
Patrick took one of his hands, and I grabbed the other. Blake laughed when the water fizzled against his tiny toes. We lifted him when a small wave came in, then dipped him back into the clear water.
“You like that, little dude?”
“Love.”
We let him go and within seconds he’d crawled up from the water, fisting sand. He threw it up in the air and spluttered when it hit him in the face. Patrick sank down beside him and began digging out a moat with his hands.
