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"What did she say?"

"I thought you wanted to ask Cora yourself?"

I glare at him and he smiles. "She said you were single."

"And?"

"And she said you were the sweetest girl she's ever known."



"And?"

He sighs, looking uncomfortable for once and I'm glad I'm finally able to crack through that smug disposition of his.

"What did she say?" I demand.

"She said you might want to be my friend."

"Be your friend?"

"I don't know anybody around here and Cora was concerned that a quote young man like you might get yourself into some trouble without a nice girl around.'"

I can't help but smile. That sounds exactly like something Cora would say. She grew up in Minnesota and is still very old-fashioned about some things. I've only been on one date since I moved into this apartment two and a half months ago. The instant my date brought me home, I glimpsed Cora peeking through her blinds to make sure I wasn't inviting him into my apartment. I love Cora, but she can be a bit nosy and meddlesome.

"So you're just following Cora's advice. Well, let me save you the trouble. I'll go back inside and you can tell Cora that we went out to lunch and had a really nice time. And I'll go back to sleep. Then we all get what we want."

"That's not what I want."

He looks me in the eye and I can't help but marvel at his features: his perfect lips, the straight slope of his nose, the intense glare. He could be on the cover of GQ magazine and thousands of girls and guys would drool in the checkout lane.

"What do you want?" I ask, wishing I had brought a bottle of water because my mouth has suddenly gone dry.

"I want to be your friend. And I want to take you to get a f.u.c.king burger."

"Well, when you put it that way, how can a girl resist."

He shakes my knee, just the way he did in the truck last night, but this time I don't complain about personal s.p.a.ce. This time I kind of like it.

He pulls out of the apartment complex onto Lumina and heads in the direction of Johnnie Mercer's Pier. My body is suddenly zinging with nerves. This feels like a date, but he said he wants to be my friend. I despise uncertainty. I prefer being upfront and honest about everything-except my reasons for dropping out, of course.

A girl is allowed to keep one big secret.

Cora told me this the day I moved in after asking why I had moved all the way to Wrightsville Beach from Raleigh. I told her, jokingly, I'd moved here to see if the ocean could cleanse my sin. That's when she told me, quite seriously, that I was allowed to keep one big secret. For some reason, hearing those words from Cora changed something inside me.

The truth was that I had come to Wrightsville Beach to disappear, possibly forever. After that conversation with Cora, I looked up yoga and meditation studios. Then a customer at the cafe recommended the female surfer who owned the shop next door. Fallon taught me a few basic meditation techniques and that was it. I was hooked.

When I meditate, I become someone better. I'm not this person who's made a million mistakes; the kind of mistakes that will haunt me for a lifetime. I'm not the person who should be lashed for all the awful, selfish decisions I've made over the last year since he left. When I meditate, I'm the new Claire. And today that's who I'll be with Adam.

"You're quiet," he says as he pulls the truck into the pier parking lot.

"Are you taking me to lunch at Buddy's? Cause I'm allergic to sh.e.l.lfish. I can't even go in there without my throat closing."

"Oh, s.h.i.t. Sorry. I didn't know that." He looks over his shoulder to see if it's safe to flip a U-turn out of the parking lot. "Where do you want to go?"

"I'm only kidding, but I had Buddy's a couple of days ago. Can we go somewhere else?"

He pulls back out onto Lumina and shakes his head. "Oh, you think that's funny, making me think I'm about to kill you for the second time." I shrug as he turns the truck around and heads back toward our apartment. "All right, jokester, I've got one for you. Why are E.T.'s eyes so big?"

"Duh. Because he saw the phone bill. Please, I've heard that one a billion times."

"Okay, what did the pony say when he had a sore throat?" He pauses for a moment then says, "I apologize. I'm a little horse."

"Are you ten years old?"

He laughs and I can't help but smile as I shake my head. "I've got some better jokes, but I like to start with the clean ones."

"Thanks. I appreciate that."

I want to ask him what he does for a living, but I'm afraid that will lead into what he went to school for. Then that will lead back to why I dropped out. I try to think of a nonstandard date question, but my head feels all cloudy just from being near him and I'm having a hard time focusing.

He pulls into our apartment complex a few minutes later and parks his car. "You've probably been to all the restaurants around here a million times. I'm going to make you some lunch."

"Wow. You don't waste any time, do you?"

He throws open his door and glances over his shoulder at me. "I said I wanted to be your friend, Claire. I have no intention of trying to sleep with you."

I'm not sure I totally buy that, but I'll go along with it. I'm starving.

"If this is just a friendly thing, can I invite Cora?" I ask as we cross the driveway.

"You're going to make her walk up all those stairs?"

"Oh, right."

Well, there goes my big plan to use Cora as a buffer. My stomach tightens more with each step and I begin to shiver the moment I see the stairs. He climbs a few steps and turns around when he doesn't hear me behind him.

"Are you coming? I promise to be good." He winks as he says this and I can't believe the nerve of this guy.

What's worse is that I feel drawn to him. I want to follow him into his apartment.

"You're not going to poison me, are you?"

"I'm going to poison you with my charm, but only if you keep stalling. Come on."

I take the first step and Chris's voice echoes inside my head.

"I guess I'll let you sleep and maybe when you wake up you'll chill the f.u.c.k out and realize that just because someone's nice to you it doesn't mean they want to f.u.c.k you. Or you can come downstairs and hang out and maybe I'll play you a song."

I should have gone to sleep that day and I'm beginning to think I should have stayed asleep today.

Chapter Five.

Relentless Questions MY JAW DROPS THE MOMENT we step inside his apartment. The living room looks like the cover of a beach home magazine. One day after moving in and he already has everything in its place, save for a few empty broken down cardboard boxes in the corner next to a sleek drafting table. His apartment makes our apartment downstairs look like it was designed by six-year-olds.

"Holy s.h.i.t," I whisper as he makes his way toward the kitchen. "This is amazing."

He smiles as he glances over his shoulder and the dimple on his right cheek quirks up. "I plan on staying here a while."

I follow him into the kitchen and I'm surprised at what he's been able to do with the limited s.p.a.ce. He has a fancy stainless steel refrigerator and his countertops are completely free of clutter. The only items on his counter are a coffee machine and a cordless phone. He pulls something out of a cupboard over the sink and I laugh when I see the box of macaroni and cheese in his hand.

"Is that what you're planning to make?"

"Hey, I never said I could cook. I just said I'd make you lunch. You can't expect me to be good at everything or this will never work."

I take a seat on a barstool at the breakfast bar as he begins to prepare our gourmet lunch. "So what else are you good at?"

This is probably a bad question to ask while trapped inside his apartment, but it's safer than asking him what he does for a living.

"Oh, I'm sure you'll figure that out soon enough."

"You know, you don't have to answer every question with a s.e.xual innuendo. I get it."

He fills a pot with some water and places it on the stove. "Let's see.... Some would say I'm a good surfer." He's having trouble lighting the burner under the pot.

"Do you need some help?"

I guess he didn't bring his own fancy oven, though I suppose that makes sense if his specialty is mac n' cheese. It looks like the same model in our apartment downstairs. I slide off the barstool and join him in the kitchen.

"You probably haven't lit the pilot yet," I say, scooting in next to him.

He smiles down at me. "I can a.s.sure you, my pilot is lit."

I roll my eyes as I open the oven door and lift the bottom out. "Do you have a match or a lighter?" He reaches into his pocket and hands me a Zippo. "Do you smoke?" I ask as I reach into the bottom of the oven and light the pilot.

"Sometimes," he admits. "Okay, every night, but only at night."

Probably after s.e.x, I think.

"There you go. Now you can proceed with your culinary masterpiece."

I shut the oven door and hand him back his lighter. His fingers graze my palm as he takes the lighter from me and a chill travels up my arm.

"Thanks. I guess it was your turn to save me."

An image flashes in my mind of a letter tucked away in the top drawer of my nightstand; a letter I've only read once because once was enough. In a single flash I can remember the entire contents of that letter.

Dear Claire-bear: I'm sorry. I will love you forever.

Always, Your Chris I shake my head, attempting to shake off the guilt, as I scoot around Adam to get back to the barstool.

"I have something I need to tell you," I say, climbing back onto the stool. "I meditate."

"Cool. So do I."

"You do?"

He dumps the dry pasta into the pot before he answers. "Well, sort of. Whenever I'm stressed or if I can't make it to the beach to surf, I'll chill out and do nothing for an hour or so, to clear my head."

"You're not supposed to put the pasta in until the water's boiling."

"f.u.c.k the rules. How often do you meditate?"

I take a deep breath as I prepare to reveal my secret to this almost-stranger. "A lot. Like, a few times a day."

"A few times a day? Do the customers at the cafe stress you out that much?"

This conversation is not going in a safe direction, might as well push it all the way over the edge.

"Meditation is the way I cope... with the memories."

He looks up from the steaming pot of water and turns to face me. "Go on."

"I'm not going to spill my guts to you," I insist. "I just think you should know about the meditation thing so you don't come banging on my door unannounced."

"Why would I come banging on your door?"

"In the event you should run out of processed cheese, call before you knock."

He finally drains the water from the pot and tosses the powdered cheese and other ingredients in. The pasta makes a gross squishing sound as he stirs it up and I can't believe I'm about to eat mac n' cheese on a first date.

I can't believe I'm on a first date.

He grabs two spoons out of a drawer and stabs them into the pot. He sits next to me and places the pot on the breakfast bar between us.

"Bon appet.i.t."

"You really know how to impress a girl, Adam."

He scoops some macaroni onto his spoon and holds it out for me. "I like the way you say my name." I open my mouth and he slowly slides the spoon in. I close my lips around the warm steel and he slowly slides it out. "Look at you. You have that down."

I scoop up some macaroni onto my spoon and he opens his mouth. I bring the spoon a few inches away from his lips before I swoop it away and jam it into my mouth.

"Aw.... Claire is greedy," he groans. "That was my mac n' cheese."

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