Read Stone - Big Girls & Bad Boys Online
Authors: D. H. Cameron
“Speaking of your vessel. It floats, right?” I asked.
“All the way to San Juan for a taste of home when you’re ready. For starters anyway,” he replied.
“Can we stick around here a while?” I asked.
“For you, Erin, anything. As long as I’m with you, it doesn’t matter where we are,” he told me. I knew he meant it. The fact that I actually came back proved to him I was serious too.
“Oh, I like that. You’ve got plenty of beer and that other stuff, right?” I asked.
“As much as you want and on the boat, you don’t even have to wear a bikini,” he replied. That, along with everything else, made me sure I’d done the right thing. Today is all we really had. If, or maybe when, I ran out of money, I guess I’d figure out a way to survive. But that was the future and it wasn’t guaranteed in any case. Today, I was happy and with the man I was sure, given a bit of time, I’d fall in love with. Maybe it wouldn’t work out but it was worth a try. If we both wanted it to, it would. I knew I wanted it to work out and I think Rick did too.
Again, that was the future. Today, I loved him and he loved me. Right now was all that really mattered and right now was pretty special. All I had to do was make sure the next moment was at least as good as the last and I’d be fine. All I had to do was just let go and let the winds of fortune take me where they might. As long as I kept that in mind, happiness would always be with me.
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About the Author
D. H. Cameron enjoys writing stories with a heart and a little, or a lot, of erotic sizzle. Ms. Cameron also writes fantasy under another pen name. Besides writing, Ms. Cameron enjoys music, specifically hard rock and heavy metal, cooking, clothes and photography. Ms. Cameron is happily married with two wonderful children. Home, where Ms. Cameron writes full time, is in Nevada.
Copyright © 2015 D.H. Cameron. All Rights Reserved worldwide.
This is a work of fiction intended for mature adults. Names, characters, places and events are purely the imagination of the author. Any resemblance to actual places, events and/or persons, living or dead, are purely coincidental.