In the end, he made them more eggs. After they ate, they cleaned up, carted their luggage back to the sailboat, and locked up.
“I’m going to miss this. Not working. Lazy days.” They pulled away from shore and she sighed as the house disappeared from view.
“I am too. It sucks knowing I’ll be sleeping in my own bed alone tonight.” He pulled her close to him. “If I didn’t have to be at work at five…” He dropped off.
“I know.” She sighed. Then shifted. “Now, I guess I’d better practice walking around and serving drinks.” She laughed. “If I’m going to pay off my car in this lifetime.”
CHAPTERSIXTEEN
It took them an hour longer to get back home than it had to get down to St. George. Damion said the winds were not strong enough to fill the sails and they ended up having to use the motor for more than half the trip back.
She didn’t mind, but when they hit a little weather when they were coming back into the bay, she felt her stomach lurch. Of course, an hour earlier she had just eaten a full lunch complete with a slice of chocolate cake.
Damion had her sit down and help him steer, which helped steady her stomach. By the time they pulled back into the docks at the camp, she was feeling back to her old self.
“It just takes some getting used to,” he said to her as he tied off the boat. “I remember the first time I hit choppy waters. I hung over the side of the boat until we returned to shore.” He walked over to her and ran his eyes over her face. “You’re not green anymore.”
She laughed. “I wasn’t really green, was I?”
He shook his head and kissed her. “No, but you did look pale.”
“Thanks for talking me through it.” She laid her head on his shoulder and wondered what happened now? Would they go back to just being work buddies?
He’d asked her to move in with him. That was a pretty big move. Right?
She’d been so shocked she hadn’t known what to say. Her first instinct was to say yes. But then she’d thought of the logistics of it all.
Living with a guy was a lot different than spending a weekend with him. Were they really compatible? Again, her gut said yes. But she wanted some time to think about it.
Besides, the lease on her apartment wasn’t up for another three months.
“Let’s get your stuff to your car,” he said and stepped back.
“Three months,” she said suddenly. “My lease is up in three months. Find a place and you’ll have your answer before then.”
He smiled at her. “I’m a very patient man.” He ran his hands over her arms. “After all, I waited five years to finally work up the nerve to ask you out.”
She smiled. “Was it worth it?”
He leaned down and kissed her. “Totally.”
Most of the clothes she’d packed she hadn’t even taken out of the suitcase. Putting them away, she looked around her one-bedroom apartment.
She loved the place, even with its mishmash of furniture and styles.
If she moved in with Damion, she knew that their items would be combined. Yes, she loved the style his mother had decorated his place with, but how would it feel having her things mixed with the nicer, more expensive items?
She remembered him telling her that he’d given his mother full rein to decorate his place and that he’d wished he could have more freedom to decorate it himself. Did he like her style? He’d said so, but was he just being polite?
She hated that she doubted herself. Doubted them together. They’d been good together all weekend. It had been… well, magical. Then again, they had been away from all responsibilities.
She wanted, no needed, some time being with him around work and their friends.
She flopped down on her bed and stared up at her ceiling and cursed. She should have just said yes. She missed being around him already.
Would it be strange to call him now? Strange to ask him to come over? Rolling over, she glanced at the clock. It was only three o’clock.
Getting up, she changed into an outfit her mother would approve of and drove over to her parents’ place.