Total pages in book: 76
Estimated words: 72059 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 360(@200wpm)___ 288(@250wpm)___ 240(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 72059 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 360(@200wpm)___ 288(@250wpm)___ 240(@300wpm)
Galvin walked along the rock wall, careful to stay on the grassy side out of fear she might fall over. This was the only place where you couldn’t swim or do any water activities other than fish. Even then, it was at your own risk.
Jagged rocks and hidden drop offs made the area beyond treacherous. Before coming to Seaport, Galvin read about a young man who went missing, carried out to sea by a wave. The ocean was unpredictable. While it was beautiful and majestic, it wasn’t a friendly place.
She sat on the bench and stared. Zoning in and out, with various thoughts running through her mind. Law school, work, the ending balance of her bank account, the cost of books, and Sail. He was the last person or subject she wanted to think about and tried to erase him from her mind, but to no avail. His face, with his dark hair, expressive blue eyes and stupid chiseled jaw line were like a beacon, shining bright and blinding her. Sail hadn’t even done anything to give her the impression he was into her. Sure, he invited her out on his boat, but he probably did that to everyone who worked for his parents. And yes, he showed up at the diner every time she was working, but that was merely happenstance.
Galvin shook her head, clearing her thoughts. Thinking about Sail would get her nowhere. She had a plan and would stick to it. Romance be damned.
If there was even a hint of one.
Her break was over. She stood, stretched, and restarted her run. Thankfully she was back on the sidewalk and would be until she returned home. Cars honked, slowed down, and waited for her to round sharp corners before moving along the side of her. Finally, away from the water, she jogged in place at stoplights, veered down a street, which took her back to the park.
There, she slowed to a jog until she reached the famed Thames Street. One of Seaports first streets, laid out in the mid-sixteen hundreds. Of course, the street name comes from the River Thames in London, but everyone in Seaport pronounced it differently.
This was where everyone shopped, and it was easy to understand why. The street had everything from luxury brands to tourist items. There was every type of restaurant, along with museums and a Greek Orthodox Church.
Galvin walked along the one-way road, stopping in various stores. She bought her dad a Seaport shirt for his birthday and picked up a magnetic notepad for her refrigerator. As soon as she walked into the candy store, her stomach growled. As much as she wanted to relive the day after Halloween or Christmas morning when she was a child, eating fudge for breakfast wasn’t the smartest thing to do. She did, however, buy a caramel apple for later, which the clerk sliced for her.
As soon as she stepped outside, she ran smack dab into Sail. Granted, they didn’t collide, but both stopped short when they saw each other.
He smiled first.
And that was something she’d never forget.
“Good morning,” he said, with his grin stretching from ear-to-ear. “How was your run?”
“How’d you know I was running?”
Sail Carter smirked and gave her a once over. She followed his eyes after the went in for round two.
“Ah,” she said even though she felt about two feet tall for being so abrasive toward him. “It was good. Refreshing.”
“I’m glad to see you’re getting out and away from Carter’s. It’s not good to work all the time.”
“It’s how you make money.”
“I get it.” Sail motioned toward the sidewalk. “Are you heading this way?”
Galvin nodded.
“Mind if I walk with you?”
“Thanks.” She found herself saying even though she her first reaction was to say no. Having Sail as a friend wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world.
They fell into step next to each other. Sail offered to carry her bags, but when she declined, he put his hands in his pockets.
“So, what do you think of Seaport?”
“I like it,” Galvin said. “You’re right though, I do need to get out more.”
“Where did you run?”
Galvin gave him the route she ran. There was a lot of pointing, turning here and there, with some this and that. She felt horrible for not memorizing the roads or landmarks.
“I’d love to give you a proper tour,” he told her. “There’s a lovely beach not far from the mansions. It’s a bit touristy but the boardwalk there has some amazing shops.” Sail looked up at the sky and then shook his head. “Although, they might be closed since it’s officially Local’s summer.”
“Local’s summer?”
Sail laughed. “It’s what we call our summer since we don’t have to battle the onslaught of tourists. Most go home or stop vacationing by Labor Day, leaving Seaport to the locals. The weather is still nice, most of the kid are back in school, and we can roam the streets, eat in our restaurants, and relax on the beaches without a crowd.”