Page 149 of Stolen Hearts
She shrugs. “I dunno. Like, the whole thing?”
My brow arches. “You’veseenthe movie before, right?”
Callie rolls her eyes. “I mean, I’ve seen that lift thing inCrazy, Stupid, Love, when Ryan Gosling takes Emma Stone and—”
She gasps as I grab her hand and yank her after me as I storm into the house.
“Where are we—”
“To give you an education.”
* * *
For the next week,we fall into a haze of just…bliss, I suppose, for lack of a better word. No work. No drama. No one trying to kill us.
Nothing but her and me and the sound of the waves crashing against the shore.
We cook meals together. We stay up till all hours talking—well, notjusttalking. We sleep late. We fuck in the shower and on the beach. We go skinny dipping under the full moon, wrapped in each other’s arms.
And for the first time in my entire life, I truly—and I do meantruly—know peace. And it’s not just the location, or the forced break from work.
It’s her.
But as we enter the second week out here, I can tell Callie’s starting to pace the house like a caged animal. I’ve gone out exactly once, just to the grocery store. She doesn’t say anything, but it’s clear we’re both going to go fucking nuts if we don’t even leave the property.
It’s risky. But then again, itisfall in Montauk, which means the summer tourist crowd is long gone. In my opinion, it’s actually the best time of year to come out here, because it’s pretty much deserted.
We’re cutting up vegetables in the kitchen for dinner when I set my knife down and turn to her.
“If we were to go out and do something—”
“You meanoutout?!” she shrieks, whirling on me with so much excitement on her face that I can’t help but laugh.
“Hang on, I did just sayif,” I chuckle. “But if wewere, what would you want to—”
“Cocktails and dancing.”
I frown. “What?”
“Cocktails and dancing. That’s what I’d want to do.”
My brows knit. “There’s a movie theater—”
“What, and hurt Swayze’s feelings?”
I smirk. When I went to the grocery store, I expanded our DVD collection beyondDirty Dancing. Except all that I bought, deliberately to tease her, was more Patrick Swayze movies.
She got a pass on callingRed Dawn“goofy” only because of how much she gushed overRoadhouseandPoint Break.
…And also because she apologized by climbing into my lap and bouncing on my cock while we watched it a second time.
“We could go out to dinner.”
Callie just smirks, folding her arms over her chest and shaking her head.
“You asked what I’d want to do if we were to go out. It’s cocktails and dancing.”
I sigh. “There’s not exactly a classic cocktail scene out here, especially this time of year—”