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Chasing Truth: Chapter 4

Posted on 11/07/2014

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The sun barely kissed the sky before Mari climbed out of bed to hit the dock. The first trip of the day wasn’t for several more hours but there was a lot of work to be done before then. Whether she wanted to admit it or not, she needed a refresher and time to get back in the swing of it all.

Grabbing the bag she packed up last night, Mari swung it onto her back and opened the fridge to grab a water bottle. She stopped in the middle of swinging around the counter and grinned when she saw the wrapped plates sitting there with a note from Allison.

Eat. And share with Keon. He’s picked up your bad habit of running off granola bars.

Laughing softly, she grabbed the food and took it out to Raoul’s truck before she loaded it up with equipment and drove down toward the beach. She didn’t bother with music. The sounds of the island slowly waking were music enough. She smiled at the sight of the shop that was much like a second home.

She threw the truck in park and hopped out, taking the plates with her. She unlocked the shop door and flipped the lights. It was almost exactly as she remembered from her last trip home. The walls had a fresh coat of turquoise paint highlighted with brown trim. Pictures of the Drake family, other guides, and different tours spotted the walls. Various water sporting equipments and clothing articles decorated the room. She opened the large windows overlooking the beach and entrance, breathing in the scent of the ocean. Everything in her began to relax as she just enjoyed the moment.

Minutes later, she turned back to walk around the counter. She shook her head when she turned on the music and country music began to play. Keon loved the stuff so it was an easy guess as to who’d changed the selection. She left it on as she went back outside to unload the scuba tanks, flippers, re-breathers, and bags of wet suits and other gear.

She was inspecting the second scuba tank’s valve action when footsteps sounded against the wood of the walkway.  She glanced to her right, expecting Keon. A smile tugged at her lips. The man walking toward her wasn’t Todd. It was the man from the party. Tyler. He still looked perfectly at home on the island only this time he’d lost the short-sleeved shirt and the black tank top revealed the weight muscle added to his arms. The sun lightened the brown hair that curled over his forehead and around his ears. The torch light hadn’t hid much. The man was attractive.

“You’re out early,” she said lowering her head back over the tank.

“I could say the same for you.”

She shrugged. “I’ve got a job to do.”

“There’s that, but something tells me you’d be up even if you didn’t. I’m Tyler.”

“Something tells you right. Mari, although you probably know that.”

“I might’ve heard your name a time or a million. It’s an honor to meet Sakina’s darling.”

She laughed. “That would be Leilani Cabral. Once everyone gets used to me being back I’ll be the island’s troublemaker again. Second to Jules of course.”

He chuckled and squatted down beside her. “Yeah, I can see that. I’ve heard a few of your high school stories. Snakes in the cafeteria? Brave woman.”

“I will never live that down.”

“From the way it was told? I don’t think so.”

Mari shook her head and set the tank off to the side.

“That wasn’t all I heard though.”

She arched a brow. “Oh I’m sure it wasn’t, especially if you were talking to Leo.”

He dropped his head back and laughed, giving her the opportunity to study him some more. His features were sharp but the laugh softened them. She really liked the look of him and so far, the sound of him too. He was easy, laid back, and with a good sense of humor to top it off.

“Leo definitely had some stories. The lizard you put in Kai’s pants?”

“Oh he deserved that. He was such a brat when he was a kid.”

“He wouldn’t say the same about you though, would he?”

That tore laughter from her. “Of course he would, but I was a reactive brat. You had to do something first.”

“Ah, the bully police?”

“You could call it that.”

“Leo told me aside from your life of trouble-making, you know all the best hiking trails too. The ones most people won’t hike.”

Her lips quirked up in a grin. “Those are the only trails worth hiking. I might know something about them.”

“Do you mind sharing some of that knowledge when you’ve got some free time?”

She hesitated and looked up at him when he grabbed the next tank to pass to her. His smile was still easy and elbows rested on his thighs as he waited for her response. Her smile came without her permission.

“Yeah, I think I might be willing to share a trail or two.”

“I’m glad to hear it. Does tomorrow work for you?”

“Let me double check the schedule and get back to you.” She reached into her back pocket for her phone and held it out to him.

His hand brushed hers as he took it from her and put his number in.

“I’ll be looking forward to that call.” He smiled and handed the phone back, pushing back to his feet. “Wait until I can join you to stir up some more trouble,” he added as he walked backward.

“I’ll see what I can do but I make no promises.”

He laughed and finally turned to walk away. She propped her arm up across her knee and watched him walk down the beach. Shaking her head and fighting the smile, she turned back to her equipment to finish prepping for the day’s first group.

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Her Champion: Chapter 2

Posted on 23/05/2013

Another beautiful day and Tamar welcomed the cool breeze that nipped at the back of her bare legs as she jogged at a leisurely pace down the sloping hill. She’d been careful to stay close to campus, around people and not alone on a jogging trail, even if it was a more refreshing run that way.

Her eyes lifted to the blue-orange sky and the corner of her lips quirked up in an appreciative smile. Nature never ceased to amaze her with its breathtaking beauty. It reminded her that something other than chance and humans were in control and that put her at peace.

She rounded a cluster of newly-planted oak trees and slowed her pace as she came to a clear field, spotting a lone soccer goal just a few feet ahead. Tamar grinned wide, suddenly recalling days of the past and she quickened her pace, racing straight toward the goal.

“Malek moves, sidestepping an intercept from Franklin. She swings to the left, her foot never losing the ball,” Tamar recanted aloud, arms pumping at her side as her feet moved quickly, leading the invisible soccer ball. “The goal is in sight and Gaster looks nervous as Malek approaches. No hesitation and Malek shoots,” Tamar called out, pushing out her left leg to hit the invisible ball.

“She scores and the crowd goes wild!” Tamar skidded to a stop and lifted both hands in the air, triumphant of her moment. Then her eyes suddenly blurred at the sight of the empty goal, her hands falling to her side.

Dylan rounded the hill, pushing himself harder through the last stretch of his run. The field’s in sight, he told himself silently. One last push. His eyes narrowed as he got closer to the field and the lone figure racing toward the goal became more distinguishable.

His run slowed to a jog and a smile curved his lips. He pushed on, getting closer even as he watched Tamar’s imitation of a game winning goal. He’d just reached the edge of the field when she threw her hands up in victory.  His smile widened. Soccer? He’d never imagined she’d liked any kind of sport, much less played one.

He slowed to a stop and clapped softly, applauding her victory unaware of her teary eyes.

Tamar sucked in a sharp breath at the sound of an unwelcome audience and she ducked her head, quickly wiping her eyes. Then with a glance over her shoulder, she stiffened instantly at the sight of the guy from CPR class. Sinatra. Dylan. Her brow furrowed correcting the nickname in her mind. What was he doing here?

“You play?” he asked as he crossed the field toward her. Whatever had tugged at him during their first meeting seemed to be present now as well. What was it about her?

“No,” Tamar answered simply, eying him curiously as he approached her. She inadvertently took a step back.

He paused in his advance, frowning when she drew back. “You do remember me, don’t you Tamar?”

Her back stiffened as his voice saying her name sent shivers down her back. This wasn’t good. Tamar steeled her jaw, trying to play it cool. “Yeah sure. Sinatra. I remember you.”

He smiled then. “I knew you liked my performance. You owe me, you know? Disappearing on our first date like that.”

Tamar rolled her eyes, her shoulders loosening at his teasing voice. “Not this again.” She shifted her eyes back to his face. “Trust me, I did your fans a favor by leaving.” She sniffed, dragging her eyes to scan the empty field. “Besides, I had other plans.” With that said, she started walking past him toward the trail.

“And you’re doing it again.” He turned to follow her. “You were on a date with me and you didn’t do me any favors. It’s not a good look to have two dates back to back, pretty girl. You might hurt somebody’s feelings.”

“For Pete’s sake,” Tamar threw over her shoulder at him, quickening her pace. “There was no date then and there’s not one now.”

“So let’s fix that.” The words were out of his mouth before he could think about it. His long stride allowed him to catch up with her easily and he fell in step beside her.

“I’m hardly dressed nor prepared for one,” Tamar said without missing a beat, although her cheeks were stinging. She scowled down at his long legs and broke into a jog down the path.

He kicked up his steps, keeping pace with her. “You like to jog. Let’s jog. Keep it simple.”

Tamar stopped abruptly and turned to look straight into his face, her hands on her hips. “Look, I know what this is about.”

“You do? Good. Maybe you can explain it to me because I’m having trouble with it myself.”

“Gladly,” she countered, her lips tight. “Get a date with the weird girl from campus and save you from your boring routine. I get it. Maybe if I wasn’t that weird girl, I might shrug it off as not a big deal. Unfortunately, I am that weird girl and I’m not in the mood to be the subject of your spring project.”

Her blue eyes hardened at his face as she continued. “Now if you don’t mind stepping aside and leaving me alone, I’ll continue my jog and the rest of my day in peace. Why don’t you go find a more willing subject to ease your boredom, got it?”

Dylan couldn’t control it. He laughed. Not a polite chuckle, but an outright laugh. “Spring project? Wow, you definitely think highly of the whole thought process here. I’m not bored. My schedule is busier than it’s been for a long time. I don’t need to find a ‘weird girl’ to shake things up. Heck, I don’t have time for any girl. But when you show up, I seem to forget that.” He shoved a hand through his hair. “Get that, pretty girl, instead of that other crap you came up with.”

Tamar let out a scoff, shifting her eyes from his face. “Since you’re so busy, why don’t you get to it then? I’ll do the same.” She started walking again, lifting a hand to touch her flaming cheek. Get a grip! she told herself, quickening her pace.

He turned to follow her once more. “Would you stop running away for a minute? I’m not asking you to marry me.” He reached out to grab her hand.

She inhaled sharply as his fingers closed over her wrist and Tamar jerked to a stop. Her eyes widened as she stared down at his hand curled over hers, feeling her face fire up, shivers running down her spine. “Let go of me. Now,” she said calmly, glaring up at him.

He dropped his hand and pushed out a harsh breath. He’d never met a woman so difficult to get close to.

Tamar curved a hand over the spot he’d touched and her eyes softened on his face. “I don’t like people touching me… Sorry for sounding harsh.” She drew in a breath and released it slowly. “Fine.”

He raised a brow, surprised by the admission and her agreement to stay. “I’ll remember that. Look, all I’m saying is there’s nothing wrong with us grabbing something to eat.”

Her brow furrowed. “I said fine, I’ll go out with you. One date. That’s all. Then you move on to the next one. Understand?”

He blinked violently as her words registered. “Fine?” he echoed. He’d thought she was agreeing to hear him out, not a date. His face split into a wide grin and he instantly went into negotiation mode. “One date and we see where it goes from there,” he countered.

Tamar rolled her eyes. Give an inch, want a mile. “I already know where it’s gonna go from there. One date. Final offer.” She crossed her arms over her chest, tilting her stubborn chin at him.

“Why don’t you give me a chance to figure it out since you were wrong the first time? One date and we re-evaluate.”

“Going once… Going twice…”

“Anybody tell you you’re a tough one? I’ll take it.”

“Excellent choice,” Tamar said easily before turning on her heel. “Pick me up in front of the Underwood building tonight. 7pm. If you’re a minute late, date’s over.” She started her jog back up the hill, not waiting for his response.

“See you at seven!” He grinned as he started his own run back, mentally adjusting plans and preparing for their date.

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