From the Author
Hewas watching me again.
It had been two weeks since I'd noticedthe man staring out the window of his ground level room as I walked down thebeach toward the restaurant. At first, Ithought it was just a coincidence. Itwas early and not everyone was up on the island of Nantucket. Just those of us who needed to be at therestaurant or tourist traps early enough to get there before the rush ofpeople.
He'd opened up the curtain just enoughfor me to see his face, his eyes, and then let the curtain float back down intoplace as I passed by. Every time was thesame. Every day I questioned it. Of course he wasn't watching me. Why would he?
But then I'd catch him the next day.
Penny, my roommate at the summer housecalled The Bluffs, insists the guy isn't a pervert. She would know. She works alongside him every day. As far as Penny goes, she can sniff a loserout a mile away. She sure as shit calledit first with Heather's ex, not that any of us can convince Heather of that.
The early morning is cool, just the wayI like it. I love the feel of themorning breeze in my hair. It's onlyfive-thirty, my favorite time of the day when no one is badgering me aboutanything. I'm alone with my ownthoughts. And the sun hasn't had achance to heat the air and spoil that fresh smell of salt coming in from theocean.
The Seagulls are already flying onto thebeach to see if they can capture a small crab or quahog that might be exposednow that the tide was receding. Soon thesun would begin to bake the sand and everything that inhabited it and it wouldsmell like low tide down at the fishing harbor.
Except for the seagulls, an older couplewalking their golden lab down at the far end of the beach, and a runner movingin the same direction I'm headed, I am alone.
And of course, the guy.
He's usually hidden, staying inside andpeeking out the window from behind a raised curtain. His room is in the lower level. I see thecurtain fall back into place as I approach the old three-story house with a wraparoundporch.
I don't know why but to have him suddenlyshut me out after giving me even the smallest bit of attention feels odd. But there is no way anything can ruin mymorning. In four weeks I will beauditioning for a part in the dance program in college. I lift my arms as if I'm on the dance floorgetting ready for a pirouette. My hairtangles around my face as I twirl and then stumble on the sand, laughing.
That's when I saw him. He steps outside the door and stands in thesand beneath the porch, lighting up a cigarette. Why the hell didn't Penny ever tell me theguy was so hot? She gets to work next tothis hottie every single day?
He doesn't bother looking away like henormally does. I know he sees me. And I know he watched me dancing. He always does. And since he is, I may as well give him ashow worth remembering.
Copyright 2015 by Lisa Mondello