I laughed, then nodded. “Yeah, pretty sure.”
She smiled again. “Then maybe Jax and I will see you on the beach.” She bounced her eyebrows. “You’ve been warned.”
She made a U-turn in the cul-de-sac and waved a hand out her window as she and Jackson drove off.
ELEVEN
I woke early the next morning, seagulls squawking on the bay behind the house, the humidity already oppressive.
I’d slept restlessly, images of Zip clouding my mind. I’d tossed and turned for most of the night, not knowing what I should do now that someone knew where I was. It was possible that Zip didn’t even know the details of why I’d left San Diego, but I didn’t know if I could take a chance on sticking around to find out.
I washed my face and threw on a pair of shorts. I wondered if it would ever be different. Would I feel this way wherever I was? Always looking over my shoulder, always nervous about who might be around the next corner? I didn’t know how long I could live like that.
But I wasn’t sure how to change it, either.
The concrete guys showed up a little after seven, just as Ike promised, and I showed them what he wanted done. They seemed to understand and went about their business.
I went back in, grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge, smashed a granola bar into my mouth, pulled my backpack on and headed for the beach.
The humidity in the garage was nothing compared to the humidity outside. Sweat dripped down my back within thirty seconds of starting my walk to the beach, the air wrapping around me like a hot, moist blanket.
The sand was already dotted with chairs and towels as I unlocked the shed and pulled out the umbrellas. People immediately streamed my way and I was happy to be occupied with planting and opening umbrellas along the shoreline, forcing my mind away from places it didn’t want to be.
By ten, my umbrellas were all out and I had only a handful of chairs left to rent. The water was filled with kelp and most of the beach-goers had planted themselves on the sand, shielded from the sun, hoping the tides would clear out the thick bundles of June grass.
I was stretched out in a chair, burying my feet in the sand when Jackson came jogging up the sand, waving at me, closely followed by Bella.
Male heads turned casually, trying to steal a quick glance at her as she walked, her slim body exposed in a skimpy, light brown bikini. She wore giant black sunglasses and her hair was pulled back away from her face. There was no denying she was attractive.
“Hey!” he yelled. “Hi! It’s me! Jackson!”
I held a hand up and waved at him. “Hey, dude.”
He crashed onto his knees next to me, huffing and puffing, his cheeks bright red. He dropped a plastic basket of beach toys and they spilled out next to him.
Bella strode up the sand behind him, a black nylon backpack slung over her shoulder. “Hey.”
“Hey.”
“Do you just sit here and bake all day?” she asked, wrinkling her nose.
“Pretty much.”
She shook her head. “You aren’t even under an umbrella.”
“I rented all of them.”
“So do you ever sit under one?”
“No.”
“Didn’t think so.”
“Can I stay with you?” Jackson asked, grabbing my leg.
“What?” I asked, looking at him.
She frowned at Jackson and sighed. “Jackson.”
He squeezed my shin. “Can I?”
I looked at Bella. “Do you need me to watch him?”
“No,” she said. “Well, yeah. I mean…ugh.” She shifted her feet in the sand. “I need to run a quick errand and he doesn’t wanna go.”
“I wanna build a castle,” he said, digging his hands deep into the sand. “A super big one.”
“He immediately said he wanted to come stay with you. I told him we’d walk down and see what you were doing,” she said. “But I made him no promises because you’re working.”
Jackson twisted his head up to her and squinted. “He’s just sitting here.”
“Jackson. Hush.”
I smiled. “He can stay with me.”
He raised his fists in the air, sand flying everywhere. “Yes!”
“Are you sure?” Bella asked. “I feel like we’re just showing up here and dumping on you.”
“Well. You are.”
Her face flushed.
“I’m kidding,” I said. “Really. It’s fine. He can stay.”
“Are you positive?”
“Yes. Positive.”
She pursed her lips. “I know he doesn’t wanna go and I honestly have no one else to watch him. But…I mean, we barely even know you.”
I shrugged.
“But he asked to come to you,” she said. “He likes you. You were nice to him.”
Jackson already had his hands buried up to his elbows, moving sand around to begin castle construction. I wondered who hadn’t been nice to him.
“I like him, too,” I said.
“I can give you my cell,” she said. “You can call me if you need to?”
“Nah, it’s fine,” I said. “We’ll be right here.”
“Maybe I should get yours?” she said. “Just in case.”
I cleared my throat. “Actually, I don’t have one.”
“You don’t have a phone?”
I shook my head.
“Wow,” she said. “I didn’t know that was allowed anymore.”
It was an inconvenience not having one. It really was. But I knew that getting one would provide a possible route to finding me.
Besides, I had no one to call.
“Okay,” Bella said, adjusting her sunglasses and adjusting the backpack on her shoulder. “Thirty minutes. I promise.”
“We’ll be here.”
“Jackson, you listen to Noah, alright?” she said. “He’s the boss.”
“He’s the boss,” Jackson said, studying the mountain of sand in front of him. “Okay.”
“Thank you,” she said. “Really. Thank you.”
“You’re welcome.”
I watched her as she walked across the sand, away from the water and toward the dunes and wondered where she was heading.
TWELVE
