Page 69 of Love In Harbor Falls

“Thanks for breakfast, but I have to run.” I kissed both their cheeks.

“I want juicy details later!” Luis shouted as I walked out the door.

“There won’t be any juicy details!” I turned and smiled at him.

I put on my two-piece blue and fuchsia floral bikini and threw my fuchsia-colored lacey cover-up over it. In a small beach bag, I packed a change of clothes and threw my long hair in a ponytail. I loved parasailing, and the last time I’d been was with Hannah three years ago when we went to California to visit our cousin who was ill. Darren didn’t like heights, and he would never go with me. When we were on our honeymoon, I went by myself while he watched.

It was exactly noon when Colin knocked on the door. The fluttering in my belly kicked into high gear as I opened it and found him looking as handsome as ever.

“Hey.” He smiled.

“Hey.”

I grabbed my bag from the table, climbed into his truck, and drove to the beach where Atlantic Watersports was.

“You two ready?” the captain of the boat asked.

We both gave him a thumbs up. The smiles never left our faces as we were up in the air.

“Make sure to breathe in that salty sea air,” Colin said.

“Oh, I am.” I grinned. “Did you know that parasailing is a stress reliever?”

“Yeah, from the air pressure on your body,” he replied.

“I’m happy you like to parasail,” I said.

Colin looked at me as the corners of his mouth curved upward. “I’m happy you do too.”

After parasailing, Colin rented a couple of paddle boards, and we headed out into the blue calm water. We talked as we paddle boarded side by side, shared some laughs, and had a fantastic time.

“How about dinner on my boat?” Colin asked as we climbed into the truck.

“Dinner sounds great. I’m starving.”

“Me too. How do fish and chips, a seaside salad with house dressing, and a basket of rolls sound?”

“Excellent.” I grinned. “Any way we can make those chips sweet potato fries?”

“Of course. I wouldn’t have it any other way.” He winked as he picked up his phone and dialed the Seaside Bar and Grill.

When we arrived back at Colin’s boat, a small round table for two with two chairs and a white tablecloth was set up on the deck.

“Wow. I guess this is a perk of owning a bar and grille,” I spoke.

“It sure is.” Colin pulled the chair out for me.

“Thank you.”

“You’re welcome, Madame.” He grinned as he took the seat across.

Marcus stepped on the deck and set the salad plates down on the table along with a basket filled with bread.

“Thank you, Marcus,” Colin said.

“You’re welcome. What can I get you to drink besides water?” he asked.

“I’ll have a Seaside Runner.” I smiled.

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