My arms and legs are tired when I finish swimming.Getting out of the water forty-five minutes later, I make my way up to the beach, shaking my hair over Cat like a shaggy dog.She squeals and holds her hands out, and I drop down on my knees beside her, pinning her to the towel she’s lying on, her head tossing back and forth trying stop me from kissing her and getting her all wet.
“Stop struggling,” I say, landing wet sloppy kisses all over her face and neck.
“You know I can’t lie on my back too long, Nick, let me up.”
“Kiss me first.”
“Okay, fine!”She squirms, giving me a peck on the cheek.
“You can do better than that.”I pucker my lips out and close my eyes waiting for her to press a kiss against my lips.Hearing her laughing at me I open my eyes and pull her into a sitting position.A shadow that wasn’t there a second ago blocks us, and when I look to the side I see a man’s big ass hairy feet.What the—I look up and see a red speedo under a bulging beer gut.I could have gone a lifetime without seeing this.I stand up and pull Cat to her feet with me.He’s smiling at us, with his hand stretched out.Cat smiles and I frown.
“Can we help you?”I ask.
Smile plastered on his face with his hand still stretched out waiting for me to take it, he rubs his protruding belly with the other.
“I’m Simon, your bungalow neighbor.”
Cat takes his hand and shakes it.“Nice to meet you, Simon.I’m Catherine and this is Nick.”
She stares at me with a look of dissatisfaction, and I stare back at her.This guy could be a pervert.From the looks of him, I’m not far off.
She tilts her head toward Simon, signaling me subtly to shake his hand.I put my business smile on and shake his hand.“Nice to meet you, Simon.”
“I was taking my daily walk on the beach with my lovely new wife and saw you over here.I decided to come over and introduce myself.”
He smiles at Cat, his eyes covertly roaming her.I put my hand around her back pulling her into my arm.Like I said, pervert.Only a perv would look at a six-months-pregnant woman like this.I clear my throat to get his attention.“Where did you say your wife was?”
His eyes come back to me, and I can see he knows I’m not happy.He rubs his rotund belly giving me an overly friendly smile.He nods his head to the side and I see a girl kicking her feet in the water.That can’t be her, she’s way too young, and pretty.
My eyes are deceiving me.“The redhead with her feet in the water?”I have to ask.
He smiles broadly, proud of himself like a wet seal oiled up with sunscreen.“That’s her, the lovely water sprite romping in the waves.”
Cat turns her head in my direction and gives me the eye when she sees her.“Yes, she’s lovely.You said your new wife?”
“Yes, indeed I did.”He rocks back on his heels, looking at his wife, and I give Cat the eye back.“We just got married; we’ve been here for a week.”
Cat smiles at him.“How nice, congratulations.”
“Well thank you.When did you get married?”He looks between Cat and me.And I smile at her when she answers him.
“Oh no, we’re not married.”
“No, we’re not married, yet,” I add.
“I thought you were on your honeymoon.From the looks and sounds of things, you’re the most in love couple here,” he says, grinning at us like the cat that ate the canary.A tinge of pink creeps up Cat’s cheeks.
“What do you mean we’re the most in love couple here?”she asks Simon.
“This is a honeymoon resort.So naturally I thought with you being pregnant—mind if I ask, how pregnant are you?”
As usual, she puts her hand on top of her stomach when she’s talking about the baby.“Six months.”
“Congratulations to you.”
“Thank you.”
I watch him with my business smile gone—who is he, the police?I don’t like too many questions from people I don’t know.He tugs at his two sizes too tight ridiculous red speedo looking like it’s blinding someone, mainly me, and continues.
