Pelican Bay Security のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 61 - チャプター 70

"Are you sure you're okay? I can drop you off with Tabitha or Ridge."Bennett's hesitancy stretches my lips across my face into a large smile. "No, this is great."Liam runs back to us, his little feet smacking the pavement with each step making the lights on the back of his shoes flash. "Can I get the chocolate flavor?""Sure, buddy."Bennett's house isn't far from the water — no one in Pelican Bay proper is — so when Liam suggested we take a Sunday walk for ice cream, none of us were going to say no. The way his eyes lit up and his face exploded in excitement when his dad told him he could get any flavor he wanted was enough to remind me there is a reason to smile today. In fact being around his constant ball of energy I haven't had much time to sit and fret about what I'm going to do when Bennett finally lets me go back to the bakery.The wind blasts cool air off the top of the ocean right down the road blowing my hair every which direction. When it settles I attempt to fl

The time, 6:01 flashes on the alarm drilled into the brick exterior of my back entryway at the bakery. Bennett punches in a set of numbers and the entire box flashes green."The code is the date you moved to Pelican Bay," he rattles off the number, which is good because I have no idea when I made it here. "I'll give you a full rundown of how to work the system later, but for now that code will get you in and out when you need it. And remember Spencer is always your eye in the sky." He leans out the back door and points toward the camera mounted a little to the left of the entryway."Thanks." I remove my keys from the door and pull it the rest of the way open. Bennett leans into my little hallway and places a kiss on my cheek.One that doesn't last nearly long enough. It's like our 500th kiss if you count the long make out session we had last night. In his bed. Regardless my heart soars at the simple contact. I'm a little hazy on when this thing started between us, but over the la

Tabitha, wearing one of the bakery's pink aprons with some form of melted brown goo — please let it be chocolate — all down the front of it, steps out of the kitchen carrying a plate of charcoal briquettes. Except she wasn't barbecuing back there. She was baking cookies."Your oven hates me." Her gaze never leaves the plate of her disfigured chocolate chip cookies.I cringe, not wanting to have this conversation...again. "I think it's scared of you. You intimidate it."It's a lie. A big one, but maybe it will help her kitchen confidence. Or let me kick her out permanently from the baking area. Either option works for me. "Me? How?""Well, yesterday you called it a fucking gutterslut."She taps her foot on the tile floor, annoyance obvious in her pinched features. "Well, if the name fits."There's nothing left for me to do but shake my head. "Try talking nicely to it. Maybe pet the side every once in a while.""Should I make a sacrifice, too?""No, I think those co

Another minute flicks past on the digital readout in Bennett's truck. We've been driving for well over two hours, and the conversation is light and easy. The two of us are swapping stories of different memories in our lifetimes. Bennett's mostly revolve around the foibles of learning to raise his son and mine more often than not include a baking mishap. It's perfectly us.It's a steady flow of chitchat back and forth, but now as Bennett's truck turns off the expressway and he peers out the window, obviously looking for our final destination, the cab goes silent. Dead bug carcasses dirty up his front window, but one particular gushy one is driving me insane. I want to lean over and turn on his windshield wipers to wash the green slime away."Are we there yet?" I ask in a totally annoying-child-on-a-long-car-trip voice, but it saves me the embarrassment of turning on his wipers when he isn't looking. Bennett is not ready to know how crazy I am about being clean. I'm doing both of us

With a twist and turn Bennett positions the boat to his side, jumping out, and pulling us to shore before I even realize what's happening. When more than half the boat is on dry land, I scoot to the middle and step out. Bennett wraps the backpack around his shoulder and takes my hand before heading to the small doorway cut out of the large fortress.The overbearing stone doors open and Bennett walks through like he knows exactly where we're going. There is darkness as we walk through the sole enclosure, under an archway of smooth rock."Oh my Word," I whisper when we reach the other side and daylight falls on the space. The middle of the fort — and the island — is a lush green tropical expanse of land. A green carpet of forest floor surrounded by the walls of the fortress. And unlike Bennett's earlier statement, someone has definitely been here and mowed. The grass is cut short to the ground and smooth, making the area around us a symposium of straight lines — the intersection of m