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Summary: Zaida and Taylor just graduated college and live together in a house as roomies. They're now looking for jobs and when they start looking, they find a few guys to go along. Maybe a little too many and that were into some bad stuff...

CHAPTER 3

Zaida sit at the kitchen counter eating a bowl of cereal while Taylor messed with her camera equipment.

"Monday," Zaida said. "What are you doing today?"

"I'm planning on goin' down to the beach and then maybe the city to catch some good pics to show when I go to my interview. How about you?" Taylor didn't look up from her camera equipment at all during that time.

"Let's see…I'll probably walk down to Daphnee's and get my daily dose of coffee…"

"Coffee is so gross."

"To you," Zaida went to put her bowl in the sink. "Then I'll probably go down to the park to type on my laptop."

"Fun," Taylor said as she started packing up her stuff.

"That's me, fun, fun, fun…" Zaida left the room and came back with her side backpack with her laptop in it.

Taylor finished packing her stuff and grabbed her keys. "So I'll meet up with you later then?"

"Yeah," Zaida said as she followed Taylor out.

Taylor got in her car and pulled away while Zaida walked down the street to Daphnee's.

Taylor arrived at the beach a little while later and got out one of her older fashioned cameras. She walked out onto the beach and started taking pictures of different scenery.

She walked right up to the water and took off her shoes and socks and stepped in, still taking pictures.

"Watch out!" a voice called.

Taylor looked up to see what was going on. She saw a football coming at her and a guy running after it but didn't move. She was hit and lost her balance and fell into the water.

"Are you OK?" he asked.

None too soon she was lifted up bridal style and brought back onto the beach. The man lay her down and knelt down next to her.

"Are you OK?" he repeated. "Do you feel dizzy or anything?"

"Yeah…"

"OK, how many fingers am I holding up?" he held up one whole hand.

"Four."

"Five, I don't think…"

"No, four. Your thumb isn't a finger," Taylor smiled. He smiled back. 'Wow did he have a gorgeous smile. He was gorgeous.' Taylor sat up.

"Are you OK?" again he repeated.

"Fine…just a little light-headed is all…Where's my…" Taylor looked back at the water and saw that her camera fell in. "Oh no," she got up and started walking towards the water, "My camera."

"Are you sure you should be up and walking?" he asked following her.

Taylor reached the water and took her camera out of the shallowness of it. "This is not good," she said.

"Oh, I'm sorry about that. What kind is it? I might have one like it up in my attic at home," he said trying to be nice.

"That's OK," Taylor said. "I have another one. It just didn't have these pictures on it." Taylor turned to the young looking man and smiled. "By the way, my name's Taylor. Taylor Macabee."

He smiled, "I'm Luke Bradshaw."

"Nice to meet you," Taylor held out her hand to him.

"Nice to meet you," he shook her hand with his own in a nice firm yet still soft grip.

The way he emphasized the word 'you' and shook her hand made her heart melt. He was blonde, short hair. He looked her age, maybe a year or two older. He had deep-ocean blue eyes that locked into hers for a moment until she turned away.

"Umm…I'd better go. I still need to make some more stops to take pictures today," Taylor started walking away.

"Meet me here at sunset," he went after her.

"What?" she turned around.

"Sunset, meet me here. I have a secret spot I want to show you that's perfect for taking photos. It's the least I could do."

He was so gorgeous. "All right…I'll meet you here at sunset."

They shared a smile before Taylor turned, grabbed her stuff and went back to her car.

Luke picked up the football and ran back to his friends and threw it.

Zaida sit in the park drinking her coffee while staring at her laptop, blankly.

"Why can't I write today?" she asked herself. She sighed and took a drink of her coffee.

"Maybe it's because you need some inspiration," Carter was sitting next to her, smiling his gorgeous smile. "Small world isn't it?"

"Yeah…and what exactly would you know about writing, Mr. Whitmore?" Zaida asked challengingly. "Are you a writer?"

"Please, call me Carter. And no, I'm not a writer, but my sister was. She was an amazing writer. Although she didn't think so and never tried to get anything of hers published," Carter replied smoothly.

"Oh, and where is your sister now?"

"She died last summer. Car accident…semi hit her from the side. She never saw it coming…"

"Oh, I'm so sorry…"

"Thanks…anyway. That's all in the past now. What we are looking at is the future of writing," Carter was lining up Zaida in a 'finger' photo album, jokingly.

"The future of writing, hey? That's a bit much considering I can't even finish a story. But then again you are distracting me."

"It's not my fault that you have writer's block," Carter put his hands up innocently. "What are you writing this for anyway?"

"I have and interview tomorrow to be an advice columnist. But they also want to see my book writing skills."

"Oh, where are you interviewing?"

"Downtown at the place that makes the New York Times."

'I own that,' he thought. 'I'm going to end up being her boss. Don't tell her that. Let her find out.' "Oh, nice…now. Let me show you how you get rid of writer's block."

"How?"

"Just sit back, shut your eyes and try to relax," Zaida obeyed him slowly.

He went behind her and started giving her a massage.

"How is this supposed to get rid of writer's block?" Zaida laughed, still holding her eyes shut. 'Wow, he was a natural at this.'

"Just relax. Now pretend you're on the beach, alone. Everything is silent except for the waves washing ashore. The wind blowing in your ear…" he blows in her ear, she smiles. "The sun beating down it's hot rays upon you, warming up your body."

He stops massaging her and steps in front of her leading her to stand up. She slowly opens her eyes and locks them with Carter's forest green eyes. He grasps her arms and leans in and starts kissing her.

She's shocked for a moment and then starts kissing him back. She melted away in his grasp. But he kept them locked for a while longer, enhancing the fireworks between them.

Zaida finally broke the kiss and smiled. Carter smiled back.

"Umm…I'd better go," Zaida said and pulled away. She started packing up her stuff and shoved her laptop in her bag. She walked away from Carter and threw out her coffee.

"Zaida!" he called after her.

She kept walking.


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