Chapter two
hundred and twelve:
Becky was
reluctantly packing. She didn’t want to move back to the main house. She was
happy with Zac in the pool house.
She folded a
pair of jeans and tucked them neatly in her suitcase next to a book and her
laptop.
She sighed
heavily and planted her hands on her hips.
Zac had already
packed: it had taken him all of two seconds to shove everything he owned into
his suitcases and he went back playing video games.
Becky hated
packing. And she hated giving up her freedoms one step at a time.
Luke and Jen had
left to go for a walk on the grounds and
Becky didn’t
want to leave the pool house. She had grown accustomed to living with Zac.
“Becca?” Zac appeared in the doorway. “How are
you making out?”
She forced a
smile. “Fine.”
Zac crossed the
room and sat down next to her suitcase, gently taking her hand in his. “You’re
okay with this?”
“No, but do I
have a choice?” She sat next to him. “I wish I hadn’t said anything.”
“I’m glad you
did. It would have been extremely dangerous if you hadn’t.”
“I know. I know
this is for our safety and everything… it just sucks.”
Zac smiled. “I
know. I’m going to miss staying here. But I’d rather us be together and safe.”
Becky smiled at
that.
“And you’ll get
to share a room with your best friend. You’ll get to gossip and have slumber
parties… and do all that kind of stuff…”
“And you’ll be
peaking through the window trying to catch sight of us?”
“No
way!” He laughed. “If
anything I’d hide in the closet, there’s a better view-“
Becky playfully
shoved him.
Zac laughed
harder.
She rested her
head on his shoulder, squeezing his hand. “I’m going to miss sleeping next to
you, though…. Even if you do snore.”
Zac smiled. “You
could always sneak into my room… and it’s only temporary, remember?”
“Right.” She sighed. “But for the record, I’m
still not happy about it.” She stood and walked over to the closet, where she
removed her last pair of jeans.
“Are you almost
done packing?” He asked, glancing at the contents of her neatly arranged
suitcase.
“Almost.” She smiled, tucking her jeans next to
the other pair. “Now I’m done.” She shut the lid and zipped it closed.
“Great, so we
can start moving all this stuff up there. I’ll call
Becky smiled. “I
think we can manage.”
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Isaac had gone
out on the beach to set up two lawn chairs. He had brought his cell phone to
return
Isaac sighed
heavily upon hearing the news. “This is terrible.”
“What should we
do?”
“I think you’ve
got it handled. Call the same security company as before,
the number is on my desk in the office.”
“Okay,”
“Right.”
“Are you going
to tell Christy?”
“Not yet. I
don’t want to ruin our honeymoon. And I really don’t want her to get upset
right now.”
“Ahh, so she is pregnant.”
Isaac grinned.
“She is. We’re thrilled.”
“Good… It’s
probably a good idea she doesn’t worry about all this stuff then.”
“Look, I’ve got
to go. She’s going to be coming out any minute now. I’ll call you when I can.”
“Alright. See you.”
Isaac hung up
his phone, just as Christy appeared next to him, wrapped in a bathing suit
cover.
“Who was that
honey?” She kissed his cheek.
“
Christy giggled.
“I think I’d like to go for a swim now. I checked those pregnancy books and it
didn’t say anything about swimming in the ocean in the first trimester.”
Isaac grinned.
“What?”
“You’re
adorable.”
“I’ve decided
I’m going to do everything the book tells me. I gave up coffee and alcohol and
carbonated beverages…”
“That’s good.”
“I know. Let’s
go swimming.” He stood and dropped his phone next to her beach bag.
She removed her
wrap and draped it over her chair.
Isaac caught
sight of her bikini and his jaw dropped in complete shock.
“What?” Christy
asked suspiciously.
“Um… wow.” He
breathed, his eyes taking in the skimpy bikini. It was small and barely covered
anything, and was extremely revealing.
“Thanks.” She
laughed.
“Uhh… is that new?” He stuttered.
“Yeah, I bought
it ages ago for this trip, but I figured I might as well wear it. This may be
the last time I get to wear something like this for a long time.” She grinned.
“Do you like it?”
“I… uhh… well… It’s…” He paused. “It’s probably a good idea
we’re alone on this beach, or I’d be asking you to change.”
“You wouldn’t do
that, would you?”
“Honey, it’s a
little… revealing, don’t you think?”
“You don’t like
it?”
“No, I do… I’m
just… kind of glad it’s for my eyes only. You know? I don’t think I would be
comfortable if there were other guys around seeing your-“
Christy laughed.
“You’re sweet… I think.”