Out of the Shallows

21

Amsterdam April 2014

The hotel reception was clean and tidy but basic. The polished beech floor shone beneath my feet, the walls brightly finished in an off-white paint. However, it looked somewhat sterile with so few paintings. I sat in an uncomfortable lobby chair beside three other empty lobby chairs, avoiding the smiling receptionist whose grin seemed to wilt with more and more concern every time our eyes met. I’d been waiting in the hotel since nine o’clock in the morning. I told the receptionist I was waiting on a friend who was staying here, but it’d been a couple of hours and I was still sitting there.

I began to worry that Beck had gotten the itinerary wrong.

Until the elevator doors pinged open.

My eyes flew to it and my heart leapt into my throat at the sight of Jake. He’d cut his hair short again but his cheeks and jaw were scruffy with sexy stubble. He looked a little tired and his mouth was turned down in that unhappy way I hated seeing on him.

My eyes hungrily took in his broad-shouldered, tall frame. He was wearing a T-shirt and jeans and he had a small backpack thrown over his shoulder, but to me, he looked amazing.

Being so close to him for the first time in so long… Man, my whole body felt alive. I’d told Beck I was breathing again for the first time in a long time, and I was. But I’d forgotten there was so much more to living than breathing. The evidence was standing only a few feet from me, making my every nerve spark and every sense open up as if they hadn’t been used at full capacity since last December.

Realizing Jake was going to walk out of the hotel, I called out, “You’re from Chicago. I can tell.”

His head jerked at my voice and as soon as his eyes lit upon me, he froze. His gaze roamed over me, taking in every inch of me as if he were trying to process if I was real.

Finally, I guess he decided I was because he walked slowly over to me, stopping to tower above me. I craned my neck to keep my eyes on his gorgeous face.

I love you so much.

His eyes flared at the unspoken sentiment. “What are you doing here?” he asked breathlessly.

I shrugged, a small smile playing on my lips as I used nonchalance to cover my nerves. “Looking for a boy.”

Jake’s mouth twitched at that and I felt hope bubble inside me. “That so?”

“Yes. Chased him clear across an ocean. Luckily, I sleep like a baby on a plane.”

Jake scratched his chin in thought. “That’s a long way to come for a guy.”

I shrugged again. “He’s worth the air miles.”

This time Jake gave a huff of laughter before his expression turned searing with gravity. “I guess this means you came to find me?”

“Yes,” I answered, remembering his words from months before.

“Go home and find yourself. Take all the time you need. And when you’re done and if you still want me, come and find me.”

Tears filled my eyes.

He saw. “What are you going to do now that you found me?”

“Keep you.”

He sucked in his breath, like I’d knocked the wind out of him. After a moment of staring at me with his chocolaty-brown, soulful eyes, Jake looked over his shoulder at the elevator. When he turned back to me, I saw all the love in the world on his face. “I was on my way out, but now I’m thinking I really need to take you up to my room.”

My pulse raced so hard. “That sounds great.”

“I take you up there, though, you’ve got to promise me it’s forever. And mean it this time.”

I crossed my heart. “Forever.”

We stared at each other a long moment. The blood whooshed in my ears as everything stopped….

Until Jake held his hand out for mine.