knowing full well what he’d meant.
“Very funny. Eight skips. That’s good and you know it.”
She smiled slyly at him, “Eight? Really? Well, that’s small stuff for me. My record is ten.”
He pulled into the gravel parking lot and parked the car.
“No way! You couldn’t have gotten ten. That is impossible. No way.”
He got out and came around to her door and opened it. As she stood up his hand went to the back of her neck and he pulled her into a kiss. He slid his hand down her back, to her waist, pulling her whole body into his.
Alexa wanted to run, she wanted to run so far no one would find her, but that kiss… She couldn’t deny the warmth it sent rushing through her body.
“You’ve got to stop doing that,” she said, “or I won’t be responsible for my actions.”
“I’ll take full responsibility for any actions you want to blame on me.”
With her last ounce of emotional strength, she moved away, her hand lingering in his.
The ponds were nestled amongst the beautiful fir trees native to the area. There was a small beach all the way around them with trees and brush lining the beach. Popular for camping and hiking in the height of the summer, the ponds drew people from all over the area. Not many outsiders used them, as it was pretty much a secret kept by the locals. It was beautiful and refreshing; a wonderful place to come and spend time thinking…but not tonight.
The two of them threw rocks until their arms felt like they were going to fall off, both competing against the other, trying for the longest skip. Alexa won with five.
“Wow. I must really be out of practice. And it looks like you are, too.” She laughed at their feeble scores.
They sat down on a couple lawn chairs Cayman had in his trunk. Everything was still wet from the day’s rain and if they hadn’t had chairs they’d have been soaked in minutes. No rain fell while they threw their rocks and chatted with each other, though, which made the evening even better.
“So, where did grow up?” Alexa tipped her head and looked at Cayman.
“Down the road about two miles, in Sultan.” Cayman responded
“Really? Where have you been for this past year? I’ve never seen you around before.”
“Working, mostly, out of the country.”
“And what do you do for work?” Now it was her turn for a piqued curiosity.
“I’m a spy for the government,” his eyes twinkled with the tease.
“Really? Like for the FBI?”
“I’d tell you but—“
“Then you’d have to kill me. Yeah, I’ve heard that one before.”
“Dang it, I thought I had you with that one. You’re not from Washington, are you?” Cayman asked her, smiling.
“Nope. I grew up in Page, Arizona,” she said proudly.
“Page? I’ve never been there. What’s it like?”
Alexa thought for a moment. “It’s beautiful. Not quite in the desert, not quite in the mountains. It was the perfect mix. I loved it there and all the places my dad and I would go. It seemed like there was something new to learn anywhere we went. We never had to travel far from home because there was so much to see right there.
She hadn’t realized how incredibly homesick she was until she started talking about the area. She missed her home, and her life there.
They sat in silence taking in the beauty of the pond. The sun’s rays were softly streaming through the breaks in the clouds and dancing on the surface of the water.
A movement to the left of them caught her eye and Alexa glanced in that direction. She saw someone standing on the shore, hands in his pockets, staring directly at her. He must have seen her look at him because he suddenly turned and disappeared into the bushes.
“What the--” Alexa was up and running toward the spot with Cayman in hot pursuit.
“Alexa! What are you doing? Hey! There are cougars up here, you know.” He was gaining on her and finally grabbed