Love letters in the sand.

This is a story about unlikely lovers from different worlds. One’s a cop from a small tourist village and the other is a strung out actress living hard and fast from Hollywood.


7. Love Letters

When she awoke it was morning, sunlight streamed in through the tall bedrooms windows and the smell of breakfast cooking teased her from the kitchen. Stretching luxuriously, Brittany just lay there for a moment, smiling. Kicking out of the covers she hurried to the bathroom, washed her face, and then grabbed a robe off a hook and headed downstairs.

“Hey,” Brittany said, as she entered the kitchen.

Ethan sat a long fork down he was using to turn bacon and met her at the door with a long kiss. “Good morning,” he told her, breathing in her hair and pulling her body in close to his. “You smell great,” he said.

“No, that smells great,” she told him, walking over to the stove. “What are you cooking?”

“It’s going to be a bacon and tomato omelet,” he said, returning to the skillet to fork the last piece of bacon out of the pan before sliding it to a back burner. “How do you like your coffee?” he asked her, taking a cup off a shelf.

“Black. I’m glad you know your way around the kitchen,” she said, as Ethan handed her the cup.

“You don’t mind, do you? I’ve been up since dawn, and started to get hungry.”

“Are you crazy?” she said, sitting down on a barstool at the butcher-block center island. “I’m starving, get to it”, she told him smiling.

After breakfast, Brittany dressed and they took a walk on the beach. Just below the bottom landing of the steps that led down from the house, she noticed that someone had scratched “Thank You,” in the sand. Walking over to stand in front of the six-foot high block letters, she read them aloud.

Ethan walked up and put his arms around her from behind. Whispering in her ear he told her, “For last night.”

She turned around to face him, standing close for the warmth. “You wrote that,” she asked?

He just smiled down at her sheepishly and nodded.

Ethan asked for some overdue vacation and they spent the rest of the week together. Over the next four days they were never far apart, whether it was walking on the beach, sitting by the fire, or simply exploring each other for hours. She felt better, both in mind and body, she was eating, and although they had both had wine every evening, she had not been drunk since the last Monday.

Soon it was time for Ethan to go back to work. He hated to leave her but promised to call when he got a break. His first shift back was a double, and he would probably go back to his place to sleep he had told her.

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