Sweet Satisfaction

I had rushed straight to the airport with the pregnancy test in my purse. Luckily, flights between Raleigh and Dallas were frequent—I was on the next flight to Raleigh three hours later, and touching down in my home state at five o’clock .

It had all happened so fast; I didn’t have a great plan. All I knew was I had to get to Blake. I thought that was going to be tracking him down in Orlando, but with a quick online search I read that he had gone home while the rest of the team was in Mexico .

I watched the shadowy figure pass by the window again. Well, I didn’t just spend a fortune and fly across halfway across the country to sit in my car. I pushed open the car door and walked toward the boathouse office .

I bit down on my bottom lip. I knew Blake wouldn’t be excited to see me. He had made that clear months ago. It wasn’t like I hadn’t tried to call. Every time his phone rang it went straight to voicemail. I didn’t have a choice. I had to do this. I had to live in truth this time. It was the right thing to do—the only thing I could do. I knocked on the door .

“Hold on.” I heard the friendly voice through the other side .

“Sierra?” Cole stepped back with a puzzled look on his face. “What are you doing here ?”

“Can I come in?” I smiled, feeling my knees go weak. I’d come so far, but now that I was here I was losing my nerve. And I couldn’t count on body not to roll with nausea at any second .

The plane ride had been uncomfortable and embarrassing enough .

“Yeah, come on in.” Cole pulled the door to the side, allowing me to step inside. “So, I’m just going to guess you’re here to see Blake .”

I twirled on the heels of my boots. “Good guess. Is he here?” I wasn’t sure if I should hope he would appear from the office .

When I played this scenario out in my head, it didn’t include Cole .

“Yes and No. How did you know he was on the island and not Orlando ?”

I shrugged, embarrassed to tell him I had stalked his cousin’s social media accounts. Everywhere Blake went there were pictures. I knew he had landed in Raleigh yesterday. That only meant one thing—he was here. He had a bye week. The team was off for almost two weeks .

“A good guess?” I faked dumb .

“Well, he’s not here. He’s up at the Dock House. It’s Tuesday. You remember Tuesday nights around here, don’t you?” He had taken a seat on a nearby stool .

“Of course I do. I just didn’t know where I’d find him, so I thought I’d try here first.” The disappointment that Blake wasn’t here washed over me. Or was it relief ?

“Don’t look so sad, girl. He’ll be back .”

I took a step toward the door. I hadn’t flown hours and then driven three more to sit around and wait for Blake to show up. I had to get this over with .

“Thanks, I’m going to go see him .”

“I guess some things don’t change.” Cole exhaled .

“What does that mean ?”

“You always going after what you want—same ol’ Sierra.” Cole smiled .

“Some things do change,” I replied softly. I had to fight the instinct to rest my hand on my belly .

Cole’s playful banter face transformed to shock .

“What’s going on? Why are you here ?”

“To see Blake,” I answered .

“Uh-huh. And you just showed up here on a Tuesday night ?”

“We need to talk. Ok? We left a lot of things unresolved at the end of the summer .”

“That’s what you call it ?”

I felt the tingles of panic work through my body. “Why? Did he say something to you? Do you know something, Cole ?”