Beach House

Mystery Man

  "Ping! Ping" my phone vibrated, sending a notification to my front screen. While my eyes tried to adjust to the light of the morning sun, my hands fumbled for my phone. It was an email from a Zachary Lambert, showing his interest in Carl. My curiosity spiked as I opened the email and began reading.
Dear Seller,
From the images I have seen I am very interested in your bikes. If you don't mind I would like to ask a few questions about them.

Zachery lambert
Zachery and I went on for a while like this, him asking questions, and me trying to answer them to the best of my ability's. He asked how old they were, how much I paid for them and what model they were, of course I didn't know any of this information. Yes, I found an interest in the bikes before, but it was papa who was truly passionate about them. Well, enough with all of these questions, I thought to myself. He can just come see the bike and if he likes it then well he can buy it, if not, so what. I sipped my tea and prepared my fingers.
Dear Mr.Lambert
If you would like you are more than welcome to come see the bike and decide if you would like it.
With a deep breathe I wrapped up the email with my address and sighed. I was almost, one step closer to getting rid of the past. My arms pushed me up from the chair I had been sitting in and I found myself slipping on my bathing suit.
After working in the fire department and being in the military I had quite the body. I wasn't overly confident and I defiantly didn't show off but I knew it was there. There was firm muscles in my arms and the slight definition of a six pack hidden beneath my large T-shirt's. My legs showed evidence of my 6 years as a softball catcher, and riding horses for hours on end. It helped that I was raised on a farm with lots of boys to toughen me up. As my grandmother would say "we raise them on cornbread and gravy around these parts."
I remember those long summer days of throwing hay bales onto that wooden trailer we dearly dreaded. The sun beat down on our backs, as sweet ran down our burning faces. We would curse at my grandparents under our breathe while their backs were turned. We claimed we hated every last second of it but the next day we found ourselves doing it all over again.
I threw on my black bikini bottoms, with the long sleeve surf top that went with them and waded through the water. I swam as far as I could, until I no longer could breath. While trying to catch my breathe I laid on my back and stared at the clouds. There was a fish, an elephant and what looked like a dragon. A smile slid to my cheeks at the thought of a large man eating dragon flying above me. The water floated around me as sweet soft waves lapped against my sides. Again I found relaxation I had missed all to much.
A car pulled into my driveway which caught my attention, interrupting my relaxation. I was forced back to the shore as thoughts spun in my head. I froze when I saw the familiar white Jeep from the day before, sure enough the mystery man was knocking on my door.
"Excuse me, can I help you?" With my hands on my hips, I leaned against the bottom railing leading to my door. He spun around to face me as another man jumped out of the passenger side of the white Jeep.
"Well, hello miss I'm Lukas, my friends and I are looking for a man selling a few motorcycles," Lukas pointed to a blond girl and another man hanging onto the back seat of the Jeep. They waved to me with big smiles, and I returned the greeting. "You wouldn't happen to know him would you? This is the address he sent us," Lukas looked down at his phone as I noticed his crazy brown hair all over the place, thousands of freckles ran over his face and hid beneath his black T-shirt. He looked back up to me and held my gaze for a moment, his green eyes searching mine. A small giggle escaped from my mouth finding humor in his mistake,
"That would be me," Lukas's eyes went straight to shock as if a woman with motorcycles was a sin. From behind, the mystery man clomped down my stairs and stopped just behind me. I slowly turned to face him, and my breathe caught in my chest. Saying he was gorgeous was an understatement. His blonde hair resembled something like a god, I know that sounds ridiculous but I swear that's the only thing that even comes close. He was tall with broad shoulders showing the hours he must spend working out. Shiny blue eyes just like mine looked me up and down taking me in. I had almost forgot I was standing in my bathing suit with wet hair. Suddenly I being to feel very self consciousness but I fought the feeling and stood tall.
"I'm Zach," his hand extended for mine and with slight hesitation I took it
"Mollie."