He watched Beth dry her hair. This woman who had stepped into his life so short a time ago but who had...... his reverie was broken by the ringing of his cell phone.
"Why don't you turn that dam thing off," Beth shouted over the roar of the blow dryer.
He stepped out to the deck and closed the door. ..."yeah ?"..."Take the ferry at ten AM" click. He closed the phone.
Devon O'Leary wasn't one for mysteries. He liked things nice and tidy. He also had a love affair with his Verizon cell phone. He liked being connected. He wished he had turned his cell phone off. Just watched her. And...
His face softened as he turned toward Beth. He climbed back in bed. Observing. but he wondered.
Eight thirty two the digital clock read.
"Honey," he said.
"Let's go over to the island this morning. We can catch the ten o'clock ferry. Have lunch at The Back Porch Cafe. It'll be open now."
"You always know what I like. Let me tie my hair up and I will be ready in a bit."
Devon made coffee. A couple of left over biscuits, a combination of Irish shortbread and English biscuits was perfect for them. He with his reddish hair and pink skin tones, she with her small English features and yellow Meditteranean skin. That was another mystery in itself. They liked mixtures. Of any kind.
With no wait on the ferry they were first in line. A large Tiffin recreational vehicle pulled right up behind them. A man in his early seventies popped out. Full of life. His wife remained in the passenger seat, knitting in hand.
"Gorgeous morning, eh?"
"Yes, we've had some amazing weather. Where are you off to?"
"I'm waiting for you. Please, Mr. O'Leary. Step in the RV."
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