He sighed heavily with regret. He wanted to reach out so many time but after he broke things off the way he had with Eastyn he thought nobody would want to talk to him. “I was surrounded by people. There’s a difference. I’m not sure which ones are my friends and it always seems like they want something from me.”
ack O’Casey would be arriving soon for their morning dive, a ritual they entertained daily. During the summer months, they took to the sea at the entrance of smuggler’s cave, located beneath her store where rum smugglers of old docked to unload their goods. During the winter months, they opted for taking Jack’s boat. Being a half-mermaid, the bloodline being from the Merrow clan of Ireland, the ocean’s temperament didn’t hamper her in the least, but it could prove treacherous for Jack, who was human, and the cave’s entrance proved tricky when there were calm waters, but perilous when stormy.
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Snippet: “No?” She slid from her seat. “No.” He reached for her hand, but her twin eyes of fury made him let her go. “I’m sorry,” he apologized. “It would be nice to see old friends. It’s been so long.” “In the media, it looked like friends always surrounded you,” she said as if the word friend proved vile. “New friends,” she added. “I thought you forgot all about us little folks back home.” About the book: Eastyn has her soda shop to run and specialty ice creams to create. Only the place is falling apart, and she may have …
“Maybe we could all meet at Burry Park for a movie. Like old times.”
Though Tara wanted to separate, she’d been blowing up his phone with her texts, wanting to get back together, but he knew she didn’t mean it. It was probably a publicity stunt to keep her name in the tabloids. At the last photos hoot he was at with the band, the photographer told him Tara’s budding career as an actor had slid when she announced she didn’t like puppies or something of the sort on the set of her last movie. Who doesn’t like puppies?
“So…you aren’t pining,” he said and hemmed and hawed to say more but then decided what the hell. He might as well find out now. “Does that mean you’re seeing someone?” Please say no. Please say no, he chanted silently to himself.
“It conjures old memories,” he finished her thought.
“Yes,” she said on a sigh.
“Not all bad, I hope.” And he prayed she would agree.
“No, not all bad.” He gave her a whisper of a smile.
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“You first,” he said since it was the gentlemanly thing to do after all.
“I saw your performance on TV the other night,” she said as she reached for her soda.
“Yeah, which one?”
Her slender shoulders lifted in a shrug. “I’m not sure where it was, but someone had posted it online. I think you were at the Greek. You were really… uh… energetic.”
