Coming home on Sunday, Monday and Tuesday to home-cooked meals by Leslie had been an awesome deal. One he wascareful not to say too much about so that Saylor didn’t get upset and think he always wanted that.
He’d been sorry to see Leslie go and maybe some of it had to do with how much fun Saylor had spending time with her grandmother.
After he’d heard what Sandy had done, wanting a sitter to go out to a party, he’d been pissed off and would have suggested Leslie stay another week just out of spite if Saylor hadn’t asked.
But it wasn’t his family and he couldn’t get in the middle of it.
His annoyance stemmed from her parents’ and sister’s unawareness of his relationship with her. Saylor hadn’t shared that, but her grandmother put it out there right in front of his girlfriend.
Saylor was quick to explain why and he understood but was still hurt.
He was head over heels in love with this woman and was ready to rip his chest open and bare his feelings to her, yet he was a secret to her parents.
“Are you ready for this?” he asked.
“I’ll never get any readier,” she said almost sarcastically. “The waves aren’t too high today. I’d rather learn on small ones.”
“Logan will be here any minute,” he said. “Are you sure you don’t want me to teach you?”
Her head went back and forth. “It might be best from Logan. I know you were getting frustrated teaching me to bodysurf.”
“No,” he said but was nodding his head up and down.
She laughed and shoved his arm. “I’m so glad you were honest. I knew you were. Your actions and your words weren’t aligning that day. You were even calling off the wrong right and left arm.”
He held back the blush over that. He had a bad habit of that as a kid and then always shouted, “the other left!”
Not so great when you’re trying to teach someone something they were struggling with and you didn’t want to see them hurt.
But he had to admit he wasn’t so sure he wanted his best friend to teach the woman he loved something he thought he could do.
Logan had been busting his ass about this for a solid week.
“Yeah, well. You still understood what I was saying,” he said. “Is your number good? You might burn more.”
“I’ve turned down my insulin delivery. Did it a few hours ago and had some gummies. I’m pretty high right now.”
“How high?” he asked. “That’s not good either.”
She patted his arm. “It’s fine when I know I’m going to burn it off. I’m close to 300. I just checked. I know what I burned bodysurfing, so I should be good for an hour with less insulin. I can treat some more in an hour and be good.”
“You’re sure it’s okay?”
Everything he’d read said you shouldn’t be that high. But it also meant staying that way for days, not just an hour or two.
“I’m positive. Don’t worry.”
“I’m ready to prove to your girlfriend who is king,” Logan shouted.
They turned and Logan was walking out the gate toward them. Logan had the security code to get into the garage and his house to come whenever he wanted.
“Don’t remind me,” he said. “I’m going to watch before I get in the water in case you need my help.”
“You just want to feel useful,” Logan said.
“Yeah!”
But thirty minutes later, he got sick of standing around. Saylor finally could get on her feet on the board, but she hadn’t fully stood yet without falling off.
