In the Thick of Things (I Know How to Sail . . .) – Part 2

Beautiful but Unlikely

wind from the sea

He was acutely aware of the girl rattling around in the kitchen. Why did he ask her here? He was too tired to go through the routine one more time. But he hadn’t wanted to come back to the empty house without her. He wanted her here. He hadn’t been able to get her out of his head the whole time he was away; she had popped up in his thoughts just as if she was some phantom sidekick, leaning over his shoulder, laughing, commenting in his ear on everything he did. He didn’t want to lose that connection, he wanted to make it stronger, make it real, but he was afraid to push it.

He hadn’t had much luck holding on to women. His mother was the only woman who had loved him open-heartedly, but he had lost her long ago. He seemed to disappoint all the others simply…

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