“Good. No complaints. We don’t get in the other’s way. When I’m working, we have our morning routine and leave about the same time. I get home and he’s already there. He knows I eat little that late and has fended for himself. We talk for an hour or two while I unwind and are in bed no later than ten.”
“Sounds like you’re a boring couple.”
She laughed. “I don’t have a problem with it. He doesn’t either. My days off, I do things around the house, but he’s pretty clean and doesn’t leave it for me. I get groceries and have dinner for him. He’s normally home by seven. He taught me how tobody surf. That was fun. I really like to paddleboard, so I’ve been doing a lot of that.”
He got her a dry suit, which was hard to move around in. The waterproof tape for her pod and CGM worked the best and she wasn’t having too many issues with her devices not staying on in the water.
“It’s good for you to get out there and exercise. I’m sure you’ve got your number under control while you’re doing it.”
“I do. At least with paddleboarding. He wants to teach me to surf soon. I’m a little nervous about it.”
“Why?”
“I didn’t have that great of balance as a kid. I’m gaining it now on the paddleboard, but that is different when I’m not trying to keep it stable with moving water.”
She knew that was part of Rowan’s plan. Get her on that, which was slow, have her feel confident with it and the next would be easier.
Sometimes she sat on the board and paddled if the waves were rougher, but tried to go when it was calmer.
Which defeated the purpose if she and Rowan wanted to be out together because he was surfing. But they were making it work and enjoying a hobby together.
That was more important in her mind.
She was learning to love what he did and understand it more.
“If anyone knows how stubborn you are, it’s me. If you want to master something, you’ll keep at it until you’ve got it.”
She turned her head. “I doubt I’ll master this. I feel inadequate around his friends when they are out there surfing.”
It went back to her always being the outcast in her mind as a teen.
Rowan was way out and riding waves in, laughing with his friends, her sitting on the beach and watching. Those times, thewaves were too hard for her to paddleboard. She’d walk along the beach, or go sit in his yard and watch with his binoculars.
She wasn’t lying when she told him that was her new hobby.
Seeing her hot boyfriend all wet, his body tense, his hips moving with a smile on his face while he did it.
Yep, major turn-on.
Not that she’d admit that to her grandmother!
“You need to get over that. Not everyone is perfect or the best and they won’t be. You can’t tell me Rowan is better than his friends. All of them?”
“No. Logan, that’s his best friend. He taught Rowan how to surf and he comes over a lot since he doesn’t live on the beach, but only about a mile away. Logan is really good.”
She liked Rowan’s best friend. He was funny and nice. Considerate. A lot like Rowan and he told stories about Rowan’s past, giving some insight into what her boyfriend was really like.
He was almost too perfect for the two months they’d been together, and it was annoying.
They had to fight at some point.
Or at least over more than money.
But nothing had come up. It was almost as if he gave in all the time and she didn’t want that either.
“Then he’s not comparing,” her grandmother said.
If there was anyone she could talk to about her feelings, it was the woman in this car. “Grandma, sometimes I think he’s too accommodating because he doesn’t want me to get mad and leave. It drives me nuts, but if I bring it up, he laughs at me. He says that he’s just laid back. He’s the most relaxed of his family. Even his mother has said it.” She’d talked to Aileen a few times when Rowan’s mother called to check in.
