but I did, I certainly did.
.
The beach house seemed closer than he had
described. I closed my eyes and sat back, and in what
seemed to be only a few minutes, we were turning
down a gravel and dirt road and pulling up to a
beautiful home with a large screened-in pool. The
house itself was only a few hundred yards from the
beach. It was done in a very modem decor and looked
almost brand-new.
"Was it just built?" I asked. and Thatcher
laughed.
"No, but like many of my clients, he has more
money than he can use and would be better off staying
in one of the finer hotels than actually owning a
property he gets to live in only about two or three
weeks a year. Some people collect houses the vay
people used to collect stamps."
"You mean some people you know, not people
I know." I said, and continued my tour of the place.
There was a large living room with a big-screen
television set, and two bedrooms, one with a patio
overlooking the water.
Not too shabby. huh?" Thatcher said, coming
up behind me and kissing the back of my neck. As if his lips were magnets. I felt myself
leaning back into him, holding on to the warmth of his
kiss. He held me at the elbows and for a while we
stayed just like that, planted against each other,
listening to the surf and staring out at the starlight
dancing on the water.