just prolonged the inevitable.
“So
are you going to tell us who’s behind the camera?” Summer leaned back and
stared at her.
“His
name is Kolby?”
Kathryn
raised a single eyebrow. “Kolby who?”
Leya
shrugged. “Never thought about asking for his last name.” That wasn’t completely true she knew. She had considered asking everything
about his past, present and future, just didn’t.
They
paused as the waitress brought her drink and their food. That was one thing
that made being at the breakfast place at a god-awful time of morning. No one
else was around and the food came quick.
“An Indonesian hunk?” Summer questioned once the
waitress departed.
“No.
American,” Leya revealed.
“Is
he in one of these pics?” Kathryn continued to advance the pictures rapidly as
she and Summer stared at the monitor.
“That’s
him.” Leya confessed when they stopped at a picture of a sleeping man. She had
snapped that picture of him one afternoon while they had been napping in his
bed after a hike.
“He’s
sexy.” Summer fanned herself.
“In a wild and rugged way. Hot.” Kathryn winked at her. “Where’d
you meet him?” Kathryn used her fork to cut off a small piece of her omelet.
Lifting
her cranberry juice, she mumbled around the rim hoping her friends couldn’t
hear her. “He was the diving instructor.”
Summers
fork clattered as she rolled her lips in and gave her a look that said “no you didn’t” .
Oh, yes I did.
“Look
at Leya getting a little vacation naughty-naughty with the teacher.” Kathryn
pretended to fan herself.
Pushing
her plate toward the middle of the table, Summer placed her elbow down and her chin on her knuckles. “Come on, girl. Give us the
details like you gave up your panties.”
Leya
rolled her eyes up to the ceiling hoping the roof would cave in on top of her.
“Don’t
try and deny it either,” Kathryn warned.
“I
wouldn’t dream of it.” Leya groaned internally. She looked at her friends as she shoved her
plate to the middle of the table too, no longer hungry. “There’s nothing really
to it. I went on vacation, had a fling and relaxed for the first time in a long
time. End of story.”
Kathryn
looked at Summer and Summer returned the look, Leya
saw the exchange they didn’t even attempt to hide.
“If
he’s American, when is he coming back?” Kathryn questioned.
“Do
you plan to see him again?” Summer asked.
“Look.
It’s over. There’s no more to it. Case closed.” Grabbing her plate she then pulled
it to her and began forking food into her mouth. It was easier to stare at the
plate then the direct gaze of her friends. “He went his way and I went mine.”
Another forkful went in. She chewed and swallowed without tasting a single
morsel. “Let’s just drop it. I’m fine with how it ended.”
“If
you’re so fine, then why are you eating my food?” Summer’s voice was smooth and
low.
Swallowing
the bite in her mouth, Leya really looked at the food before her. The plate
held pancakes stuffed with fruit and dripping with syrup. It was a far cry from
her waffle with a side of grits and turkey patties.
“Shit.”
It was the only word that came to her mind as she raised her guilty gaze to her
friends who were both hiding laughter behind their hands. She set the fork
down, folded her arms over her chest, and gave them a look that dared them to
even smirk.
Not
fazed at all by her threatening stare both Summer and
Kathryn’s laughter erupted from them.
When
Leya attempted to make her gaze even more stern, their chuckles became louder.
Leya
smiled and relaxed her arms as the mirth died down some around the table.
“Give
it up, Leya girl.” Summer shook her head and switched plates with Leya, but not
before she stole a sausage patty as payback.
“It’s
not our fault you went to Asia and got sprung on some hot as hell hunk,” Kathryn
teased.
She
knew her friends were right. There was no one to blame but herself. She
“So
are you going to tell us who’s behind the camera?” Summer leaned back and
stared at her.
“His
name is Kolby?”
Kathryn
raised a single eyebrow. “Kolby who?”
Leya
shrugged. “Never thought about asking for his last name.” That wasn’t completely true she knew. She had considered asking everything
about his past, present and future, just didn’t.
They
paused as the waitress brought her drink and their food. That was one thing
that made being at the breakfast place at a god-awful time of morning. No one
else was around and the food came quick.
“An Indonesian hunk?” Summer questioned once the
waitress departed.
“No.
American,” Leya revealed.
“Is
he in one of these pics?” Kathryn continued to advance the pictures rapidly as
she and Summer stared at the monitor.
“That’s
him.” Leya confessed when they stopped at a picture of a sleeping man. She had
snapped that picture of him one afternoon while they had been napping in his
bed after a hike.
“He’s
sexy.” Summer fanned herself.
“In a wild and rugged way. Hot.” Kathryn winked at her. “Where’d
you meet him?” Kathryn used her fork to cut off a small piece of her omelet.
Lifting
her cranberry juice, she mumbled around the rim hoping her friends couldn’t
hear her. “He was the diving instructor.”
Summers
fork clattered as she rolled her lips in and gave her a look that said “no you didn’t” .
Oh, yes I did.
“Look
at Leya getting a little vacation naughty-naughty with the teacher.” Kathryn
pretended to fan herself.
Pushing
her plate toward the middle of the table, Summer placed her elbow down and her chin on her knuckles. “Come on, girl. Give us the
details like you gave up your panties.”
Leya
rolled her eyes up to the ceiling hoping the roof would cave in on top of her.
“Don’t
try and deny it either,” Kathryn warned.
“I
wouldn’t dream of it.” Leya groaned internally. She looked at her friends as she shoved her
plate to the middle of the table too, no longer hungry. “There’s nothing really
to it. I went on vacation, had a fling and relaxed for the first time in a long
time. End of story.”
Kathryn
looked at Summer and Summer returned the look, Leya
saw the exchange they didn’t even attempt to hide.
“If
he’s American, when is he coming back?” Kathryn questioned.
“Do
you plan to see him again?” Summer asked.
“Look.
It’s over. There’s no more to it. Case closed.” Grabbing her plate she then pulled
it to her and began forking food into her mouth. It was easier to stare at the
plate then the direct gaze of her friends. “He went his way and I went mine.”
Another forkful went in. She chewed and swallowed without tasting a single
morsel. “Let’s just drop it. I’m fine with how it ended.”
“If
you’re so fine, then why are you eating my food?” Summer’s voice was smooth and
low.
Swallowing
the bite in her mouth, Leya really looked at the food before her. The plate
held pancakes stuffed with fruit and dripping with syrup. It was a far cry from
her waffle with a side of grits and turkey patties.
“Shit.”
It was the only word that came to her mind as she raised her guilty gaze to her
friends who were both hiding laughter behind their hands. She set the fork
down, folded her arms over her chest, and gave them a look that dared them to
even smirk.
Not
fazed at all by her threatening stare both Summer and
Kathryn’s laughter erupted from them.
When
Leya attempted to make her gaze even more stern, their chuckles became louder.
Leya
smiled and relaxed her arms as the mirth died down some around the table.
“Give
it up, Leya girl.” Summer shook her head and switched plates with Leya, but not
before she stole a sausage patty as payback.
“It’s
not our fault you went to Asia and got sprung on some hot as hell hunk,” Kathryn
teased.
She
knew her friends were right. There was no one to blame but herself. She