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For the next eleven days all Amelia Adler wants is a nice relaxing vacation on the beach. All she’ll do is drink pineapple margaritas and read sexy steamy romance novels. She doesn’t want to think about the stress of her daily life nor the fact that she doesn’t know what to do with her life. 

 

Craig Patrice just wants to spend his last spring break catching wave after waves during the day in the Pacific Ocean, and relax as much as he can at night. This is his last break before finishing law school and starting at a firm this upcoming summer. He has no desire for a fling or a girlfriend. All he wants is to buckle down and finish this year off right. That is until he gets a glimpse of his vacationing neighbor, and for the life of him, he can’t look away. 

 

Though Craig and Amelia are somewhat reluctant for a relationship, they seem to find comfort in one another and can’t let go of each other. Finding romance on vacation is one thing, but can their relationship withstand the demand of real life and once their past catches up with them will believing in each other’s truth save their future. 

 

 

 

Sitting back, I try to relax again, but I’m hyped and overly aware of all the sounds around me. Cory comes through the glass sliding doors, and offers me a three finger Macallan then settles down into the lounge chair next to me with a drink of his own. There are some things in this world that you cannot skimp on, and a good scotch is one of them. 

 

“Whoa, whose big ride? Wasn’t there five minutes ago,” Cory states.

 

“Yeah, seems like we’ll be having a neighbor for a couple of days,” I say nonchalantly.

 

“Neighbor? As in one?” Cory asks.

 

“Yeah, she’s a cute lil’ thang,” I drawl, laughing to myself. You can take the boy out of Texas, but you can’t take Texas out of the boy. 

 

“Hmmm, maybe she’ll want to come over later for our get together with the girls from this morning,” Cory grins to himself. 

 

I let out a laugh, dividing my focus between Cory and the house across the drive path. “You trying to woo them with your cooking?”

 

“Hey! A lady has to appreciate a man who can grill, right?” Cory asks, taking of a sip of his scotch. 

 

“Yes, a lady would, but those girls…” I raise a questioning eyebrow at my brother.

 

Cory laughs. “Yeah, okay, but that doesn’t mean I can’t appreciate what they have to offer me.” 

 

“Okay, just don’t appreciate them so much that you can’t catch some waves tomorrow.” My brother and I have two different ideas of this vacation. Cory wants to meet as many girls as he can, I just want to catch as many waves and adrenaline rushes as I can. 

 

“I won’t,” Cory chuckles and leans back in his chair facing the ocean. “Hey! You okay man? You’ve been quiet, and let me tap into what mom would say, umm, ‘reflective’, lately. What’s going on in that head of ours?”

 

I laugh at my brother’s concern. Cory and our mom have always been close. Cory is a year younger and is a bigger mama’s boy than I am. Whenever we’re looking out for each other, we always worry through our mom’s eyes, so to speak. 

 

“Yeah, I’m fine, just finishing up school is stressful and then next year, you know.”

 

“Man, you just need a girl!” Cory states. This is not uncommon for him to say. It’s his answer for everything. Bored? Get with a girl. Going to get food? Get it with a girl. Going to buy toilet paper? Get it with a girl. Some part of Cory just doesn’t want to grow up, it seems. 

 

 

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Cory is frantically trying to usher the squirrel off his lap and trying not to scream making his face red in the process. Ben and Craig simply gather their food closer to them and keep eating. Feeling a little shocked by their lack of action and help, I rush over, with some bread. Trying to bribe the squirrel away from Cory. Cory stands up and tries to shoo the squirrel off with one hand and the other raising his sandwich high in the air, but the squirrel only clings to his shirt and climb up to his shoulder. 

 

“If you stop moving, maybe I can get him off you.” I try to hurry after Cory, chasing him as he flails around slowly. 

 

“It’s fine, I just can’t lower my sandwich, or he’ll get it,” Cory says, shifting back and forth.

 

“Just give up your sandwich!”

 

“No! It’s myyyyyy sandwich! You hear that squirrel? MINE!”

 

“Let me get the trail mix, maybe tha…”

 

“No! That’s my snack woman!”

 

“Give up your snack, or he’s going to eat off your face!”

 

“I’ve had my SHOTS!” Cory screeches. The squirrel scratches at the arm holding the sandwich high in the air. 

 

“Here squirrelly, you can have my some of my cashews, here squirrelly…” I hold out some cashews in my hand. The squirrel actually takes a second to decide whether to continue his attack or go for the nuts. The nuts win. 

 

“Thanks, I would have gotten him off,” Cory says, taking a big bite out of his sandwich as he sits back down at the table. 

 

I go back to table. “I can’t believe you guys just sat there while he was attacked by a squirrel!”

 

“Amelia, you think that’s the first time something like that happened?” Ben asks seriously.

 

“After you’ve been stampeded in the middle of the night by a mama deer and her fawns because he packed food in his sleeping bag, you learn to let him fend for himself,” Craig says while he lightly rubs his left shoulder as if the memory brought back a phantom pain. 

 

I laugh at the idea. 

 

“You think it’s funny?! Pay attention to all the other critters that will appear once they smell Cory coming,” Ben states. 

 

“I can’t believe she gave away some nuts,” Cory pouts.

 

“Better than you losing yours,” I smirk.

 

“I could hold my own.”

 

“Against a squirrellll…” I deadpan. Craig laughs, pulling me next to him and places a kiss on the side of my head. The comfort level that I’m finding naturally with him is both alarming and calming at the same time. I sigh contentedly as I lean into him.

 

 

 

 

Sweet melodies of Frank’s Orchestra and Frank singing about the good life wash over me as I stretch and rub my face into the plush pillow. Hmmm, this pillow wasn’t here when Craig laid me down earlier. Love the pillows, I sigh and burrow in to get more comfortable. 

 

Smells of spices and sweet bread have me curious and I turn to sit up. Taking a few extra minutes to close my eyes for the contacts to lube up. One of these days I will get up the nerve to get Lasik. My bare feet pad into the kitchen, where it looks like Paula Deen has exploded all over the place. There is a lot of food and everything smells deliciously fattening.

 

“Look who finally woke up,” Craig walks over to me and pulls me into a hug. He leans and nuzzles a few kisses behind my ear. “I missed you,” he whispers, sending a shiver down my back. 

 

“I hope you’re hungry, Shorty,” Cory hollers from across the kitchen where he’s feeding Larry a piece of jerky. 

 

“We made you all our favorites,” Ben says standing by the oven. 

 

“Wow, it looks like you guys have been busy and having fun in here.” I step out of Craig’s arms to look around. “How long was I out?”

 

“About four hours. We got a lot done. We made dinner and worked out a little in the gym.” Craig offers me a glass of wine. “Cory even gave Larry a bath while he was cooking earlier,” Craig chuckles. 

 

I eye Cory then Larry. “He fell in the sink, didn’t he?”

 

Cory looks a little worried. “Yeah, he wanted to watch me cook and got a little excited.”

 

I laugh remembering how scared I was when that first happened to me. “It’s okay, not the first time. Larry likes to be where the action is.”

 

Cory let out a sigh of relief. “Yeah, he got a nice bath, didn’t you boy?” He asks Larry and pets his small chocolate body. Larry is getting so spoiled.

 

 

 

Craig leans forward and kisses my forehead. “Because you were tired and needed your sleep. We were up late.” He reaches over and runs his hand up and down my stomach making me catch my breath in surprise. “So, I know you’re friends are here and everything, but I want to take you out to dinner tonight.” He tilts his head over and gives me a quick kiss on the lips. “It will be our first date. ” His grin gives me chills down my spine while his touch is blazing my skin. 

 

“Oh, okay,” I whisper, trying to mask my excitement. I’m feeling really joyous at the idea of going on a date with Craig. I want to jump up and down and do a little dance on the bed, but decide to play it cool. 

 

“Good.” He leans in and kisses down the side of me face. “I can’t wait for tonight. Pick you up at 1900, that’s 7:00 PM for you.” He plants a big, wet, curl your toes kiss on my lips while his hand roams over one of my breasts making me lift my hips towards him. All of the sudden he breaks from the kiss with a big smile on his face. “Tonight, baby.” He brushes his thumb over my nipple a couple of time before grabbing Larry and hops out of bed leaving me hot and bothered. 

 

I gasp. “Tease!”