Sunday, September 29, 2013

The Brothers Everhart Ch. 25 Halcyon Days and Nights Part III

While she and Pres were still at South Beach Sofia was shocked to discover she had acquired a sunburn. She hadn't realized it was happening until she stood up then looked down at her lobster red legs and arms. Not being at all fair-skinned she was rather upset.

"How did this happen?" she mourned, "I'm Greek; I never burn. No one in my family burns."

"We've been out in the sun almost all day, every day, and you never use even a mild sunscreen, baby," Pres reminded her.

"But you haven't burned; in fact your beautiful tan is even darker than it was," she gave him a resentful look.

"I wore sunscreen. We don't burn easily in my family either, except for Perry. We'll pick up some aloe lotion and when we get back to the cottage I'll be happy to spread it all over you, very slowly, for a long time," he grinned.

Sofia giggled,

"I just bet you will."



Sofia borrowed Pres's sunscreen and they stayed on the beach a bit long, watching the waves.

Finally she excused herself to go visit the ladies room at the front of South Beach. When she came out she noticed the little playground and she couldn't resist the swings. There used to be a set of swings at the mobile home park she lived in when she first met Pres. When she didn't come right back Pres picked up their towels and beach bag and went looking for her. There she was, swinging on the swing set like a child, a big smile on her face. Her natural delight in simple things like a front porch or a swing was just one more thing that made him love her.



Posing for pictures taken by a strolling photographer was fun. His prices were exorbitant, but the couple figure it was worth it to have photographs of them together. They'd asked strangers to take a photo once or twice with rather dubious results.


As evening fell Sofia didn't even know how to voice the sheer joy she felt at that moment. She'd thought she'd loved Pres as much as she could, but eery day she found she loved him more. It was the first time in her life that she spent so much time just having fun and laughing but he was the reason. She'd never been on a trip or had one vacation since she was a very small child. Memories of day trips to the city park, and of her father, alive and well, and catching her at the end of the slide were fuzzy but they remained the best memories of her childhood.

"What are you thinking about so hard?" Pres took both of her hands in his and swung them slightly.

"I don't know how to explain it."

"Well, let me ask you this--are you having a good time?"

"Oh, Pres! I'm having the best time of my life. Thank you so much!" she gave a little hop and he scooped her up in his arms laughing.

"Same here, baby, same here."



The next night they decided to go out for a late supper at The Deck Restaurant.

Once they were seated and looking over the menu, Sofia confessed,

"I've actually never had lobster. We lived on the coast in Greece, but I was a small child when Mom and Dad moved here--Anneliese was just a baby. But I do love shrimp."

"Oh, you have to try it then. It's sweet and very rich, but so good. If it turns out you don't like it I'll order something else for you," Pres urged.

While they waited for their food to come they began to talk about their future together. It was the first time Pres brought up buying a house that would be bigger than the one they were currently renting. Although he did not admit it to Sofia, he also wanted to move because this was the house that she had shared with Dana Conadera for a while and he couldn't forget that. He wanted them to live in a house they they chose together.

 

When the lobster arrived Pres had to show her how to eat it, which she did with enthusiasm.

"This is delicious,"" she exclaimed, "I could eat this once a week!"

Pres winked at her and laughed,

"You used to think cheeseburgers were ambrosia; now you want lobster every week. I've created a monster."

Looking around the room Sofia remarked,

"That aquarium is huge, Pres, have you ever seen one that big?"

"There is one in Myrtle Beach you can walk through because it's a tunnel with clear walls and ceiling, there are fish swimming over your head. The restaurant has an Olympic sized pool out back, too. But I think I'd rather go up to the deck--they have dancing and a small bar, what you do you say?"

"Oh, yes, I'd love to dance," she said, "And can we have some of those fruity drinks with pineapple and cherries and little umbrellas in them if they have them?"

"Oh, they'll have them; don't worry," he assured her.



Ripley's Aquarium at Myrtle Beach


Once upstairs Pres led her out on the dance floor right away,

"Dance with me, gorgeous?"

She giggled,

"It would be my pleasure."

He pulled her closer and nuzzled her ear,

"I love you."

"Oh, Pres, I love you, too. I dreamed about this so many times, but my dreams were nowhere near the reality."

"I think we'll both always remember this time," he whispered and then his lips brushed hers gently. He deepened the kiss right away, pressing her body tightly to his.



"Well, you ready to go home?" his voice was suddenly deeper and a bit husky.

"Oh, but our fruity drinks!" Sofia protested.

"Oh, yeah. That's right," he looked a bit discouraged but then brightened, "Okay, one quick drink and we're done; we'll catch a taxi instead of walking. It's faster."

Sofia snickered and replied,

"Yes, lover. That sounds like a plan."

"Have you given any more thought to us going house-hunting?" he asked as soon as they were seated at the bar and had ordered their "Bahama-rama-mamas".

"If you really want that then, yes, we can start looking."

"But don't you really want a home of our home?" he asked her.

"Yes, I've dreamed of us owning our own home, but it's just that there have been so many changes so quickly. And I did think you liked my little house. And, Pres, we're spending a lot of money on Twikkii Island."

"I'll show you our finances; I should have done that before this. I t hink you'll feel better then. As for the changes I hope they've been good ones. They have for me."

"They are good changes--I didn't mean they weren't--it's just sometimes it's hard for me to wrap my head around all of them. But I do want us to buy a house if we can afford it."

Pres felt relieved but then he saw that she was still frowning.

"What is it then? Please, baby, I need you to tell me," he prompted.

"I--aren't you happy at all at my little place?" she asked, looking almost as though she had hurt feelings.

"Of course, but the key words are "little" and "my place," he finally admitted, "I'm so proud of everything you have accomplished while we were apart. But, frankly, it's the house you lived in with Dana. That probably shouldn't bother me, but it does."

"You believed me when I told you that we never so much as held hands, didn't you?"

"I did and I do. But as I told you before I can't forget that he was in love with you, even if you didn't return his feelings. Look, I know I'm being stupid. I can't justify it. And I know you still want to have Dana over to visit Dion, and I can deal with that. Heck, I always liked the guy. But..."

"I'm not so tied to that house that I can let you be unhappy there, Pres," she was suddenly decisive, "It's only a rental after all. I think, then that we really do need to start house-hunting when we get back."

Pres smiled happily. They called a taxi and went downstairs. It had been an eventful day, but a good one.
















Tuesday, September 24, 2013

The Brothers Everhart Ch. 25 Halcyon Days and Nights Part II

The sun streaming through the many windows in the upstairs bedroom woke Pres and Sofia early. They made plans over breakfast to walk to Seawater Beach which was right across the street from the cottage.


Sofia had noticed a guy with longish black hair watching her closely when they first arrived at the beach. He looked like he might be a native islander. She and Pres unfurled their beach towels and she slathered on some Hawaiian Tropic tanning oil with no SPF factor while Pres used something with a sunscreen in it. 

Pretty soon Native Boy showed up and was hanging around, walking back and forth on the beach close to Sofia and her towel. Ignoring him wasn't too hard; she was used to bothersome male attention. That was, until he quit walking and just stood there looking down at her. She really had not wanted to involve Pres because he'd become very jealous ever since they'd got back together, but the guy was starting to make her nervous. Finally, she spoke quietly,

"Pres?"

The tone of her voice made Pres look over quickly. Propping himself up on one elbow he saw the guy poised over Sofia looking as though he was ready to drool and an anger he didn't recognize came over him. Pres had always been even-tempered both by nature and upbringing. And with his police training he could remain calm and courteous even with fractious suspects--at least until they seriously crossed the line. Then his reaction were deliberate and decisive, but never rash. This time he had to put a leash on his initial furious reaction, but he held some mean-cop-speak in reserve just in case this first warning didn't suffice. For the moment he was amiable.

"Hey, buddy, how about you leave the pretty lady alone; she just wants to relax in the sun. C'mon, she doesn't want you standing over her; move along. I'm asking nicely."

One could surmise if he had to ask not nicely it would be unpleasant in the extreme. Native Boy didn't appear overly bright, but he evidently realized this wasn't going to be his lucky day and shuffled off toward the refreshment stand.




Seawater Beach usually had a campfire going on the beach after dark. Pres was finishing up his huge sandcastle and then he joined Sofia. They both felt mellow; their bodies relaxed. But when Sofia realized there was a man giving lessons on the fire dance, she just had to talk Pres into buying her a lesson. Not long after the lesson started Native Guy came up and, unbelievably, stood around obviously ogling her again.



Pres realized he was going to have to get used to this; Sofia had always attracted men's attention. And they weren't always polite about it. It wasn't like she flirted, or even really noticed them, but she was definitely a babe. That didn't mean he had to like it, though. But it was a public place; lots of people stopped to watch when the fire-dancer danced or gave lessons. As long as the jerk didn't call out remarks, Pres would have to put up with him.

This time Sofia didn't even notice Native Boy because she was so focused on learning the dance. Pres noticed that even the fire dance teacher was smiling mighty big at her, too.

Once her lesson was over they grabbed a bite at the snack bar before they walked back across the street to their cottage.


Every morning they woke to another hot and sunny day and one of those days they made plans to be off early to South Beach and the pirate ship, which was right next door to Seawater Beach.


Pres was feeling amorous, as usual. It seemed all he had to do was look at Sofia or hear her voice and he was turned on. All that miserable time when he'd thought he'd lost her forever he'd sworn to himself if he ever got her back he would never take her for granted and he'd meant it.

With all the humid heat the first thing they did was go for an invigorating swim in the ocean. The beach was smaller than the one at Seawater Beach, because the ship took up a lot of the room along one side of the beach, but it was adequate.

 


Pres had a ball exploring the ship but Sofia preferred to sunbathe and shop. Once he'd finished on the ship he came down to join her.

"Baby, I think you've bought every single hokey souvenir on this island," he teased her, "You already have about six beach towels, a half dozen palm tree magnets, that miniature sand castle, three Twikkii Island beach bags, several "Twikkii Island, Pearl of the Tropics" pillows, and a bag of shells to add to the ones you've collected yourself. Just please tell me you're not going to buy that "Island Elvis on Velvet" wall hanging we saw."

"No! No "Island Elvis"," she giggled, "I know some of these souvenirs are kind of tacky, but I just want to have something to remember all the moments of our honeymoon. And I want to give some of them to people when we get back. I'm probably spending too much money."

Sofia had been poor as a child and was super conscious of where her money went as a rule. But Twikkii was a wonderland to her and the inexpensive if overpriced trinkets she'd bought so far didn't make her feel quite so much like a spendthrift.

In fact, she'd been earning her own income, one way or another, all her adult life but she'd been brought up to think very traditionally when it came to marriage. In her mind Pres was the head of the house. She'd already been having him help her keep the finances straight regarding her designing business. She knew he was better educated than she was and to tell the truth he and his brothers were all very definitely alpha males. That suited her just fine.

"No, I was teasing--you blow however much money you want, Sofia," Pres said.

Without missing a beat she hurried on,

"Oh, good because then I'm going to get one of those Capiz shell wind chimes. You know the ones they sell at Surf Shack? And I want to get some little tee shirts and short sets and baseball caps for Dion, too. And some sort of toy, but I haven't decided what yet."

"You mean the tee shirts that say 'My mom and dad went to Twikkii and all I got was this crummy shirt'? I've seen those," Pres grinned.

Sofia smiled but ignored that and said,

"And I'd really like to get you one of those intricately woven string necklaces. Maybe with tiny beads and even some feathers?"

He laughed,

"I told you, you get whatever you want," then he grew serious as he reconsidered, "Uh, wait, beads I can go with but, feathers? Negatory, baby negatory."

Sofia was a bit disappointed, but then she cheered up as she remembered she had a green light on everything else.