Nick called around and finally found a surf shop that rented boards. He
flashed me a grin as he ended the call. "Ok, Sar. Get your suit, we're
going surfing."
I laughed at him. "Ok. But like I said yesterday, don't make fun of me if
I suck at it."
Nick feigned an innocent look. "When have I ever made fun of you?"
I raised an eyebrow at him.
He laughed. "Ok, I promise. No comments from the peanut gallery."
We changed into our swimsuits and headed out to the surf shop. As we entered the shop a guy who appeared to be in his early twenties greeted us at the counter. Mike had blond spiky hair, in a style much like Greg's. He had a blue T-shirt with the surf shop's logo on it and a pair of longish shorts. When Nick indicated that he had called about renting a couple of surfboards Mike smiled and let him know that he was the one Nick had talked to on the phone.
"Did Nick mention that neither of us has ever surfed?" I asked Mike.
Mike chuckled. "No, he didn't. I could throw a lesson in if you like."
Nick glanced at me with a raised eyebrow. "What do you say, Sara?"
I grinned back at him. "Sounds like a good idea." I turned my attention back to Mike. "Do you think we'll need wet suits?"
Mike shook his head. "Nah, if you were planning on surfing early morning I'd say yes, but I think it'll be warm enough out there right now. Besides, it's supposed to be in the upper 70's today. I think you'll be fine without them."
I glanced at Nick and narrowed my gaze at him. He chuckled at me. He knew what I was going to say. He beat me to the punch. "Ok, Sara. I promise, I'll never tell anyone how much you weigh."
"You better not." I replied smiling.
Mike helped us get a couple of surfboards. He went and grabbed his gear and helped us load up Nick's Tahoe. He climbed in with us and we headed down to the beach. Mike seemed to be full of questions.
"So I notice you have Nevada plates." Mike observed.
"Yeah, we're from Vegas." Nick answered.
"What do you do there?" Mike continued.
"We're crime scene investigators." I replied.
Mike raised an eyebrow. "So you pick up dead people?"
I chuckled. "Actually, that's the coroner's job. We collect evidence."
Nick interjected. "We do occasionally pick up dead bodies though, don't we, Sara?"
I chuckled. "Yeah, we did have to go to Arizona once to collect a body that was being exhumed for an investigation we were working on."
Mike glanced at both of us, "So, are you here on business?"
I laughed, "No, this is strictly for fun."
Mike smiled. "That's what I like to hear."
Nick pulled the Tahoe into the parking lot at the beach. "Ok, I think we've got a little surfing to do."
Before we went out into the surf, Mike explained that he would give some pointers on the shore before we hit the water. After about a half an hour of explanation of techniques, we paddled out into the surf. The waves weren't all that high, which is good if you're just learning to surf. You don't need the hassle of a large wave when you need to learn how to stand up on the board on the water. Mike suggested that we start out just riding the board in a few times just sitting on it to get the feel of it in the water.
After we had done that a few times, both Nick and I were feeling a bit more confident. I only wish that I had someone standing on shore to capture the whole thing on video. Nick was hilarious. I had never thought about trying to surf, but I was doing pretty well. Mike said so. Nick on the other hand, kept falling off every time he went to stand up. If Warrick could see him, he'd die laughing. Nick made a dramatic fall into the water each time he came off the board. Finally after an hour of it, Nick actually stood up on the board and made it all the way in. Of course, the wave he rode was barely high enough to be called a wave. The grin on his face though was priceless. I didn't have the heart to make fun of him. Something tells me we might be going surfing again before we head back to Vegas.
I don't really like the idea of going back to Vegas. I'm still not ready. I'm glad that Nick came though. I'm having fun, which is more than I can say for 24 hours ago.
After three hours on the water, we finally decided to call it a day. We were both tired and Mike had to get back to take over for the other guy at the shop. We loaded up the Tahoe and headed back to the surf shop to drop off Mike.
On the drive back to the house, Nick could not wipe the grin off of his face.
I chuckled at him, "Nicky, you are funny."
He just flashed me a grin. "That was so much fun."
We pulled into the driveway of the house and got out of the Tahoe. "I don't know about you, but I'm starving."
Nick glanced at me with a smile. "Now that you mention it, I am hungry."
I just rolled my eyes at him. Nick Stokes was always hungry. I don't think I'd ever seen someone eat as much as him and never gain a pound. Of course he did work out quite a bit. That was pretty obvious while we were surfing. Nick had a nice chest. I'd noticed that before when I'd seen him change his shirt in the locker room, but surfing for a few hours had given me a great deal of opportunity to see his chest. He was very muscular. I smiled and looked over at Nick who was now wearing a T-shirt. The image of his bare chest though was fresh in my mind. I needed to get the thought out of my head. Nick is my friend. I shouldn't be thinking about him like that.
He met my glance, "How do you feel about take out?"
I nodded. "Sounds good. That way we won't have to worry about you not getting meat in your food." I chuckled.
He just grinned. "Chinese?"
I smiled. "Sure." I gestured toward the hall. "I'm just going to go get a shower and change." I was still wearing my swimsuit and a pair of shorts. The saltwater was drying to my body and I was starting to feel gritty.
Nick glanced down at his clothes. "That's sounds like a good idea. I think I'll grab one as soon as you're done."
I smiled at him and headed down the hall to grab a change of clothes and take a shower. I hoped that I could rid myself of the wicked thoughts I'd begun to have about Nick in addition to the salt and sand that clung to my body.
Nick feigned an innocent look. "When have I ever made fun of you?"
I raised an eyebrow at him.
He laughed. "Ok, I promise. No comments from the peanut gallery."
We changed into our swimsuits and headed out to the surf shop. As we entered the shop a guy who appeared to be in his early twenties greeted us at the counter. Mike had blond spiky hair, in a style much like Greg's. He had a blue T-shirt with the surf shop's logo on it and a pair of longish shorts. When Nick indicated that he had called about renting a couple of surfboards Mike smiled and let him know that he was the one Nick had talked to on the phone.
"Did Nick mention that neither of us has ever surfed?" I asked Mike.
Mike chuckled. "No, he didn't. I could throw a lesson in if you like."
Nick glanced at me with a raised eyebrow. "What do you say, Sara?"
I grinned back at him. "Sounds like a good idea." I turned my attention back to Mike. "Do you think we'll need wet suits?"
Mike shook his head. "Nah, if you were planning on surfing early morning I'd say yes, but I think it'll be warm enough out there right now. Besides, it's supposed to be in the upper 70's today. I think you'll be fine without them."
I glanced at Nick and narrowed my gaze at him. He chuckled at me. He knew what I was going to say. He beat me to the punch. "Ok, Sara. I promise, I'll never tell anyone how much you weigh."
"You better not." I replied smiling.
Mike helped us get a couple of surfboards. He went and grabbed his gear and helped us load up Nick's Tahoe. He climbed in with us and we headed down to the beach. Mike seemed to be full of questions.
"So I notice you have Nevada plates." Mike observed.
"Yeah, we're from Vegas." Nick answered.
"What do you do there?" Mike continued.
"We're crime scene investigators." I replied.
Mike raised an eyebrow. "So you pick up dead people?"
I chuckled. "Actually, that's the coroner's job. We collect evidence."
Nick interjected. "We do occasionally pick up dead bodies though, don't we, Sara?"
I chuckled. "Yeah, we did have to go to Arizona once to collect a body that was being exhumed for an investigation we were working on."
Mike glanced at both of us, "So, are you here on business?"
I laughed, "No, this is strictly for fun."
Mike smiled. "That's what I like to hear."
Nick pulled the Tahoe into the parking lot at the beach. "Ok, I think we've got a little surfing to do."
Before we went out into the surf, Mike explained that he would give some pointers on the shore before we hit the water. After about a half an hour of explanation of techniques, we paddled out into the surf. The waves weren't all that high, which is good if you're just learning to surf. You don't need the hassle of a large wave when you need to learn how to stand up on the board on the water. Mike suggested that we start out just riding the board in a few times just sitting on it to get the feel of it in the water.
After we had done that a few times, both Nick and I were feeling a bit more confident. I only wish that I had someone standing on shore to capture the whole thing on video. Nick was hilarious. I had never thought about trying to surf, but I was doing pretty well. Mike said so. Nick on the other hand, kept falling off every time he went to stand up. If Warrick could see him, he'd die laughing. Nick made a dramatic fall into the water each time he came off the board. Finally after an hour of it, Nick actually stood up on the board and made it all the way in. Of course, the wave he rode was barely high enough to be called a wave. The grin on his face though was priceless. I didn't have the heart to make fun of him. Something tells me we might be going surfing again before we head back to Vegas.
I don't really like the idea of going back to Vegas. I'm still not ready. I'm glad that Nick came though. I'm having fun, which is more than I can say for 24 hours ago.
After three hours on the water, we finally decided to call it a day. We were both tired and Mike had to get back to take over for the other guy at the shop. We loaded up the Tahoe and headed back to the surf shop to drop off Mike.
On the drive back to the house, Nick could not wipe the grin off of his face.
I chuckled at him, "Nicky, you are funny."
He just flashed me a grin. "That was so much fun."
We pulled into the driveway of the house and got out of the Tahoe. "I don't know about you, but I'm starving."
Nick glanced at me with a smile. "Now that you mention it, I am hungry."
I just rolled my eyes at him. Nick Stokes was always hungry. I don't think I'd ever seen someone eat as much as him and never gain a pound. Of course he did work out quite a bit. That was pretty obvious while we were surfing. Nick had a nice chest. I'd noticed that before when I'd seen him change his shirt in the locker room, but surfing for a few hours had given me a great deal of opportunity to see his chest. He was very muscular. I smiled and looked over at Nick who was now wearing a T-shirt. The image of his bare chest though was fresh in my mind. I needed to get the thought out of my head. Nick is my friend. I shouldn't be thinking about him like that.
He met my glance, "How do you feel about take out?"
I nodded. "Sounds good. That way we won't have to worry about you not getting meat in your food." I chuckled.
He just grinned. "Chinese?"
I smiled. "Sure." I gestured toward the hall. "I'm just going to go get a shower and change." I was still wearing my swimsuit and a pair of shorts. The saltwater was drying to my body and I was starting to feel gritty.
Nick glanced down at his clothes. "That's sounds like a good idea. I think I'll grab one as soon as you're done."
I smiled at him and headed down the hall to grab a change of clothes and take a shower. I hoped that I could rid myself of the wicked thoughts I'd begun to have about Nick in addition to the salt and sand that clung to my body.
