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I just about had it. It was 2 in the afternoon, and I diagnosed myself with cabin fever. I had been unloading and unpacking boxes for days. An exploration of my new surroundings was in need for my illness.

I grabbed a jacket and keys from my dresser and dashed down the stairs. "Mom, I'm gonna check the beach," I called out.

"Ok hun. Get back soon."

As soon as I stepped out of the house, a cool October breeze hit my face. The trees along the driveway left yellow and orange leaves on the ground. They danced in the wind. In no rush, I got into my car and drove off.

It was definitely a change from city life. My towering skyscrapers were replaced with lush evergreen forests that went on for miles. The concrete sidewalks were now dirt paths. It was something to get used to.

The drive to the nearest beach didn't take long. I parked my car in the lot and stood on the sand, motionless. I was in awe. The crashing waves were like music to my ears. It was definitely the medicine I needed.

I decided to walk along the water's edge. Step by step, my mind became clear. There was something so spiritual about this place. Meditation was in order.

I found a large piece of drift wood off to the side. It seemed like the perfect place to gather my thoughts.

The sun was nearing the horizon; I decided it was time to go. Goosebumps traveled from my arms, down to my spine. The wind was picking up. I stood up and dusted myself off.

I suddenly heard russling in the trees a couple yards from me. I didn't want to be dinner of some hungry bear. The sound of leaves crunching became louder. I couldn't move my feet; I was frozen. I held my breath, wrapping my arms around body. I was ready to drop to the ground and tuck my legs in the fetal position. What I learned from boy scouts-play dead. It was the only thing I could remember.

I heard a growl, causing my pulse to quicken. My breathing became shorter and faster. What should I do? Make a run for it or just play dead? Before I could make a decision, I saw a figure creep out of the foliage.

He was beautiful, like no one I've ever seen before. I've seen some of the guys on the res, but they couldn't compare to this man. My eyes couldn't help themselves. His body was built with smooth muscles. His skin was russet and his hair was black. He wore shorts that hung slightly below his belly button. My jaw fell open. It was as if he came from the heavens. "...wow," escaped my mouth.

The russet man turned to face me. His brows furrowed. "Who are you," his velvet voice demanded.

I almost forgot my own name. "Frankie, Frankie Redwood. And you are?"

"Listen Frankie, you need to get out of here."