by Hawke, Jessa
“I’m Laura Martin. We’re here for three weeks.”
“Pretty name. Three weeks, hmm? Very nice. I hope you like keeping busy, because I’ve got some fun things planned for you and your boys.”
“Oh,” she quickly corrected him. “They’re not my boys. I mean, they are, I’m just their nanny. You know.”
“I see. Well, we have plenty of fun for the little guys in mind, trust me. Don’t worry, we’ll wear them out and there will be fun for off-work nannies as well, assuming you like snorkeling.” He winked and she melted.
They reached the front of the pink and white building. The decor was very focused on soft colors; baby blues, light greens, and lots of white. Josh hopped out to help unload the carts and the staff quickly moved their things to their rooms. As Wes and Sue checked in, Laura helped the boys find the bathroom as she waited outside. Josh crossed the pretty, wide lobby with its huge fountain in the center and stopped in front of her.
“They seem a little busy, so can I ask you- does the family already have plans for tomorrow?”
“I honestly don’t know. Other than breakfast and swimming in the pool, I don’t think they had anything definite. They haven’t told me, anyway.”
“Okay. Anything they might be interested in, I can assist. Our activities range from golf, sailing, fishing, parasailing, tennis, yoga, anything you might find fun. It’s not too late for dinner in our world-class restaurant, or you can order room service.”
“Maybe. I’m not that hungry.”
“Even for a sundae? We’ve got great sundaes. I swear by them. Well- you know. Once a week.” He patted his stomach. “More than that and I’ll wind up with a beer belly, you know?”
She laughed and he started to turn to go. “What’s your favorite flavor?”
“What?”
“Sundaes! What’s your favorite flavor?”
“How do you know I like ice cream? Maybe I prefer pie.” She teased.
“Nah. You’re an ice cream girl, I can tell. I bet you like strawberry.”
“Nope! I prefer hot chocolate.”
He snapped his fingers. “Can’t always be right. Good luck.” He added as the boys ran out of the restroom, shouting as they were already in the midst of an impromptu game of tag.
“Thanks.” She watched him turn and go, her eyes lingering a little longer than she wanted to admit. She thought she caught Sue looking at her from the counter, so she quickly diverted her attention to getting the boys under control.
Even so, she thought she’d seen Sue’s eyes narrow when she’d caught her checking out Josh.
Once upstairs, she found she and the boys had an adjacent suite next to the DeVilliers parents. “We’re going out. Feel free to order whatever you like from room service. The boys can stay up, if they’re watching TV in bed.”
The boys were happy to order burgers and fries - so was Laura for that matter - and were surprisingly calm once they knew they could stay up and watch cartoons. They found a movie that even she didn’t mind, and when they’d finished their dinner there was another knock on the door.
“Your chocolate sundae, ma’am.” Josh presented the little dish on a silver platter. She involuntarily covered her face with happy surprise.
“Josh! I mean, I didn’t-”
“No, it’s my treat. Have a great night, Laura.” He started to leave, but she didn’t want him to go yet.
“Wait! Hey, maybe you could help me with something?” She explained having forgotten to bring all of her toiletries. “I was wondering where I could pick that sort of thing up?”
“Oh! Yeah, you’re going to want a toothbrush in the morning at least, right? And you’re kind of stuck here.” He thought it over. “Tell you what. Give me a list of the things you need and I’ll get you the basics tonight.”
“You don’t have to do that!” She stammered.
“No, but I don’t mind. There’s a notepad and pen in your nightstand. Just let me know what you need and you can pick up the rest tomorrow. If you like, I’ll take you over there when you’re free.”
She kind of liked that idea, so she stopped objecting. When she offered him cash, he ignored it. “Don’t worry about that.”
“I insist.” She said, pressing the money into his hands. “A free sundae is one thing. You’re not going to pay for my deodorant.”
He laughed and jammed the cash in his pocket. “Fine, I understand. I’ll be back before you know it.”
She dropped back into her bed next to the boys. They each had small beds of their own, as arranged in advance. As she lay there thinking about Josh’s cute face, Tim piped up, “I think you’re in loooooooooove.”
The boys giggled and she threw a pillow at them. This started a pillow fight which soon calmed down as the cartoon movie started back up.
She was just polishing off the last of her ice cream- the boys had insisted on dishes of their own, so she’d had two more sent up from the kitchen- when there was another gentle rap at her door.
Josh handed her a plastic bag. “It’s all there, change too.”
“You didn’t have to keep that.” She started to tip him, but he held up a hand.
“I don’t take tips from pretty girls.” He claimed.
“Hmm.” She tipped her head quizzically. “And that happens a lot?”
“Not as often as you’d think. And none as pretty as you.”
She blushed. Noticing them lingering by the door, Tim started to tease her again. “Laura and the man are sitting in a tree. K-I-S-S…”
“Knock it off, you!” She playfully demanded. With a quick nod and a wide grin, Josh turned and left.
Laura went back to bed, her heart pounding and butterflies in her stomach. Late into the night she was thinking about him before she finally drifted off to pleasant dreams of flight, islands, and ice cream sundaes.
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“Oh, there you are.” Sue said as Laura entered the DeVilliers’ suite. “I thought you’d never get back from wherever you were.”
“I’m sorry if I was gone too long, ma’am.”
“Sue, dear.”
“Sue. As I said, I had to pick up a few things from…”
“Yes, yes, fine. It just seemed to take a very long time to me for a trip to the convenience store.” She went to a mirror to check her makeup as the boys were jumping on beds in the neighboring bedroom. Wes was sitting at a table on the balcony drinking coffee and reading the paper, ignoring them all. Laura debated whether to let the boys jump since their parents were allowing it, but then pictured Jim falling off and cracking his head. “Boys! Stop please.” She yelled into the room at them.
Surprisingly, Sue backed her. “Yes, no more of that. I know Laura has been gone for some time, but that’s no excuse.” She moaned grumpily. “Oh, I don’t know how you do it, Laura. You are a Godsend, you really are. I’ll need you to keep an eye on them while Wes and I visit with our friends the Goodrich's for tennis. Wes, you’re ready for tennis, aren’t you?”
“Sure.” He muttered.
“Great! Well, we won’t be very long.”
The adults left, leaving Laura and the kids to their own devices. For a while, they watched cartoons on TV, giving their nanny tons of grief whenever she suggested they should leave. But it was so beautiful out that Laura couldn’t stand it. She finally coerced and bribed the boys into putting on swim trunks and heading down to the pool.
The pool wasn’t too crowded, so she and the boys dipped into the shallow end. After she’d had enough time in the water, she hopped out and stretched out on a reclining chair. She closed her eyes, only for a moment. She knew she had to keep an eye on the twins, even if there was a lifeguard.
A second later she opened her eyes. “Hey hottie.” A stranger in khakis and a polo shirt was looking down at her, leering at her and staring as though she were a piece of meat. He wasn’t bad-looking, this red-haired stranger, but she was instantly turned off by his cheesy grin. “You look like you could use a drink. Can I buy you something?”
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“No. Thanks.” She tried not to sound cold, but didn’t want to encourage him either. She’d brought a book, so when he didn’t move she picked it up and decided to read. “Seriously, I appreciate it. But I’m fine.”
“Not into dudes, huh?” He scoffed, shrugging his shoulders. “Whatever. I was just trying to throw a dog a bone.”
She was shocked by his horrid comments. “What the hell?” She was surprised to hear herself speaking the words, but she was so outraged, she didn’t know what else to say.
He was starting to leave and was laughing as she suddenly spotted Josh casually walking in her direction. Josh had his hands in his pockets, whistling and appearing to not notice the red-head as he walked alongside the water. As the two neared, Josh stepped directly into the man’s path and bumped shoulders hard enough to send the creep spinning and into the pool.
“Oh no!” Josh cried out, clearly pretending to be concerned. “I totally didn’t see you there, sir! Are you all right? So very sorry.”
“You idiot!” The man shouted, flailing away at the water. Kids in the pool were laughing at him. “I’ll report you to management! You’ll be out of a job by the end of the day!”
“My sincere, sincere apologies.” Josh kneeled down next to Laura. “You’re okay, right?”
She looked at her harasser wading towards the stairs and chuckled. “Yeah. Doing better now, thanks. You won’t really get fired will you?”
Speaking quietly so as not to be heard, he replied with a grin. “Nah. Written up at worst, probably nothing will happen at all. Management hates that guy. He trashed his room and has been a complete jerk to everyone. We’re all sick of him.”
“Good. I’d hate for you to lose your job on my account.”
“For you? Don’t be silly. I’ve wanted to do that all week. That one was just for me.” He winked. “So, you ever get off work by any chance? If you don’t mind me asking.”
She thought it over. He was asking nicely. “I do have the evening off. The DeVilliers are taking the kids to the movie theater, thank God.”
“Great. Would you like to see some of San Marcos with me? I know a great Cuban place.”
“Well- sure. I’d be free at 8.”
“See you then.” He took off and she was left to daydream about her night out on the town.
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“Great band!” She yelled for the second time, almost in Josh’s ear when he came back with their drinks. The four-piece rock-a-billy act was just getting warmed up at Shooter’s, their first stop after dinner. She’d managed to fend off three people who’d tried to claim his chair since he went to the bar, and she was relieved when he came back.
“The bassist is a friend of mine. They’ve been working hard at this for a few years.” He replied, similarly having to cup his hands next to her ear.
The DeVilliers had tried to keep her from taking the evening off at the last minute, which hadn’t surprised Laura at all. Wes hadn’t cared, of course, but Sue - who, by now, had already caught on to the attraction between Wes and Laura - had tried to hint that maybe she and Wes should have another night just to themselves. Luckily for Laura, the boys had chosen to protest loudly, demanding they be taken to see the movie they’d been promised. For once, Laura didn’t try to get them to behave and with Sue lacking any ability to effectively parent her own children, she was soon cowed into accepting the situation.
Laura wasn’t sure why the jealousy was so strong in this particular instance. After all, Sue was married and there was a big age difference between her and Josh. But it didn’t seem that mattered. Sue was being worse and more impatient than usual with her, and it was irritating.
They listened to a few more songs from the set when Josh leaned in again. He said something she couldn’t hear, so she asked him to repeat it.
“You want to go for a walk?”
“Yes!”
Once outside, he gave her a sheepish grin. “Sorry, but I was hoping to talk, but… you know. I could hardly hear myself in there.”
She nodded. “Yeah, absolutely. Your friend is talented.”
The downtown was still fairly crowded, but the beach was much more open so they found their way down towards the water. She took off her sandals and carried them in one hand, wading into the lapping surf up to her ankles.
“You’re so lucky to live here.” She said, gazing out into the dark blue water. The moon and stars shone above, cool and distant in the Atlantic sky. “I don’t think I’d ever get used to this. I’d want to walk on the sand every day.”
“You’d be surprised.” He said quietly. “We working stiffs still have to report in to work. There’s not a lot of time for recreation.
“With the right person, I’d think it wouldn’t be so bad.” She looked over at him and he seemed distant and distracted. “Hey. You okay.”
“Hmm? Yeah, just thinking about something.”
She wondered how to ask him what without being too prying. Instead, she took a different angle. “So- were you born here? Have you always lived here? This is my first time leaving Minnesota. Well, that’s not true. I’ve been to Milwaukee and Chicago. Not every exciting.”
“No, I’m from California. I moved out here for a job. And… well, okay, I really came here for a girl.”
“Oh.” Great. She was competing with a memory. Hopefully a distant one. “I’m sure she was pretty.”
“She was, and she knew it. She ended up leaving me for a bartender at the resort. I never saw it coming. They were caught by management in the coat room. Yeah…” He gave a bitter little laugh. “That was a fun day. Humiliated in front of the entire staff by a guy I thought was my friend. They were fired that day. They moved to the mainland.”
“At least you never see them anymore.” She tried to sound sympathetic as she tried to avoid stepping directly into seaweed.
“It didn’t last. She begged me to take her back. I’m sorry to say I was tempted, but thankfully I had a little more pride than that.”
“Good for you.” She stood on her tiptoes and kissed him on the cheek. “Good for me too.”
After a quiet few minutes, he reached across the distance between them and gently took her hand. She let it happen and let out a little sigh of contentment.
“Do you feel like this is where you’re supposed to be? Do you want to do more with your life? Not that I’m putting down what you do at all!” She hurried to add. “I think it’s great. For me, being a nanny isn’t my dream.”
“What is your dream?” He asked. She heard a note of real interest in his question, which put her at greater ease.
She squeezed his hand. “Don’t laugh. Please.”
“I won’t, I promise.”
“I’d like to run a bed and breakfast. You work in a resort, so I’m sure you think that’s stupid-”
“No, not at all. A really pretty place, maybe in New England?”
“Maine, to be exact. I’ve never even been there. But it seems like the sort of place I’d be happy from everything I’ve ever seen about it.”
They were a good ways down the beach by themselves and she shivered. It was getting a little cold. She hadn’t meant to get so far away from other people. He put an arm around her. “Hey. Let’s go back. You look chilly.”
She shook her head and they turned around towards downtown. As they neared she paused a little. It was a romantic spot and before they got back to the crowds, the drinks, the music, she wanted a moment alone with him.
“What?” He asked, confused.
Without a word, she put both her arms around Josh and kissed him.
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A week had gone by and she was stunned to find that she was allowed to tag along with the DeVilliers for snorkeling. She soon discovered it had been Wes’ idea, a sort of reward for all the hours she was putting in with the children.
Though she had been given more time off on her own, that time hadn’t matched up easily with Josh’s. They’d managed one lunch and one more date together.
It was agony for her to see him sometimes in the lobby talking to other couples, planning events, and not being able to go up to him and say anything. She made herself remember that he was working, she was working, and that there would surely be more time together in the near future. After all, she still had two weeks with him.
But the more she thought about that, the more it depressed her. Two weeks would be gone so soon. Then she’d be back in Minnesota and he’d still be here. How were they going to make anything work from that distance? She knew the answer- they wouldn’t. It was impossible.
She didn’t know how to feel about that. They’d only just met, but already she felt a deep connection to him. The few times they’d been able to go out, they’d talked about their families, their dreams and hopes. They had much more in common than she’d expected; similar tastes in music and books, an interest in New England. She heard his voice sometimes in the lobby or hallway and felt a chill run up her back as she thought of how she’d be leaving him behind too soon.