good record at rock skipping.”
“Not as good as mine, I’ll wager,” he grinned back. “I’ve got the record for my high school of eight.”
“Eight kids? That’s not a very big high school. Where’d you grow up, anyway?” she teased, 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 her arm, pulling her to a stop. “Where are you going? Was the date that bad?”
Alexa was in no mood for a joke. She tried to be calm but instead she began yelling at Cayman.
“It was my dad! I saw him again. He was here at the pond. I know it was him.”
“You didn’t say your dad lived here. Does he live in Startup?”
“No, actually,” she said taking a deep breath and trying not to sound sarcastic, “according to my records, my dad has been dead for going on two years.”
Cayman let go and stared at her like she’d lost her mind.
“You’ve seen him before today?”
“Yes, outside the diner, it was the same day you showed up.” Alexa was looking in the direction she’d seen him standing, nervous, anxious. “He was standing outside the window, in the rain staring at me. It was him, I know it was him! It was him.”
She nearly whispered the last words of the sentence as her arms fell limply to her side and she leaned hopelessly against Cayman’s chest, sobbing.
“I’m so sorry, Alexa. Someone is playing a cruel joke… You have to understand that.” Then tenderly he asked her, “You have to think about it. Why would your dad do something like this, Alexa? From what you’ve said he was a devoted father, not someone who would pull some cruel hoax on his only daughter.”
She pulled back and looked up at his face.
“I’ve thought this through a hundred times since I first saw him that night.” Looking down she wiped her eyes and then looked up at Cayman. “I know he’s gone. I saw his casket, watched them put him in the ground. It was a closed casket service because he’d been shot in the face…by my then fiance.”
“Oh, Alexa, I’m so sorry. No wonder you were so distant. I had no idea. I wouldn’t have come after you like I did if I’d known.” His arms wrapped a little tighter around her. She could feel his sadness mix with her own and felt the warmth of knowing someone understood her pain and loss.
“Of course you didn’t. How could you? It’s not your fault. It’s not my fault. It’s just the way it is, and
Cayman hesitated for a minute before speaking.
“Let me look into this, Alexa. It’s…well…it’s kind of what I do. Let me make some calls and see what I can find out. I’ll take you home now, it’s almost dark.”
Alexa hadn’t even noticed the dimming evening light. Together they walked back to the car, arms around each other. As he opened the car door, Alexa turned to him.
“I had a great time, Cayman, really. I appreciate your kindness and your willingness to help me out. Thank you.”
“My pleasure, little lady,” he said in his best John Wayne voice. It was a horrible impression, but it made her smile.
They rode most of the way home in silence, each lost in their own thoughts. They were approaching the diner when she turned to him.
“Would you walk me up? I’m feeling a little shaken right now.”
“I’d be happy to.”
Cayman parked on the empty street beside the diner. They walked around the back and she put the key in the lock and they went in. As they climbed the stairs inside the back of the diner, they heard footsteps above them. He touched her arm softly and they stopped.
“Does anyone live up here besides you?” he asked quietly, his muscles tense.
“No,” she whispered looking up the stairwell, “no one.”
“Wait here,” he said softly. “I’ll come back for you. Don’t move.”
